The odd movement of the Nexus isn't the most difficult part for Viatorus to deal with. He's patient enough not to mind going back and forth, and the shifting nature of the multiverse is not unlike a dreamscape. It's one of the many lures of this place, and the reason he's not too baffled by the sudden appearance of the office, or its impossible details.
Expecting a waiting room, he doesn't knock and immediately wishes he had. What if there had been a session going on? He'll have to make a note of this in case he needs to return. Finding the room without its owner, Viatorus walks to the desk, matches the name on the embossed plate with the name on the card, and tucks the latter away in his pocket.
Since he is apparently alone, he takes the opportunity to admire his surroundings. They're of a familiar style with the dark woods and leather chairs... For a moment, he almost forgot why he was here. Focusing himself, he endeavours not to let himself get distracted and takes the seat in front of the desk, folding his hands together and sitting on the edge of the cushion, habitually anxious.
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Expecting a waiting room, he doesn't knock and immediately wishes he had. What if there had been a session going on? He'll have to make a note of this in case he needs to return. Finding the room without its owner, Viatorus walks to the desk, matches the name on the embossed plate with the name on the card, and tucks the latter away in his pocket.
Since he is apparently alone, he takes the opportunity to admire his surroundings. They're of a familiar style with the dark woods and leather chairs... For a moment, he almost forgot why he was here. Focusing himself, he endeavours not to let himself get distracted and takes the seat in front of the desk, folding his hands together and sitting on the edge of the cushion, habitually anxious.