Mycroft was a man with a mission, though it wouldn't occur to him to call it that.
His costume was of understated elegance, well, as much as a carnival costume could. It didn't have too many ornaments and not too much gold, but was by no means a simple cloth. Elegant, but forgettable. There was something formal about it too, though perhaps that was the way he carried it.
He too felt more at ease here, though perhaps that was due to the cane he had found. It wasn't his umbrella, but it would do for the time being.
He sauntered down the street and spotted Lady Grantham who, in costume, looked more strikingly like his mother than in the space ship's standard outfit.
"Lady Grantham," he greeted. "How well you blend into this chaotic city."
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Date: 2012-04-19 04:25 pm (UTC)His costume was of understated elegance, well, as much as a carnival costume could. It didn't have too many ornaments and not too much gold, but was by no means a simple cloth. Elegant, but forgettable. There was something formal about it too, though perhaps that was the way he carried it.
He too felt more at ease here, though perhaps that was due to the cane he had found. It wasn't his umbrella, but it would do for the time being.
He sauntered down the street and spotted Lady Grantham who, in costume, looked more strikingly like his mother than in the space ship's standard outfit.
"Lady Grantham," he greeted. "How well you blend into this chaotic city."