Work to do.
First, he wasn't forbidden from staying in town so the first thing to do was locate a house (see Glimpse: Moving Day (Sanctum) for details) that he could rent until escrow closed. He could also be rid of the U-Haul after emptying it's contents into the garage. Actually into the house might take a few days (weeks if he procrastinated enough) to get everything right.
She told him no spirits, but he imagined that to be actual spooks, which was fine as he was not even an initiate with anything ghostly or spiritual. Just in case he really needed to reinforce his cover he got his small ice chest filled with ice and a sampling of two dozen airplane bottles from the better brewers, distillers, and vintners he represented. On the safe side, they stay in the car. Besides even if the contact isn't interested in his wares, an hombre could have a pretty good night on the town afterward with that selection.
For an outfit? The gray blazer with matching slacks and pink dress shirt would do nicely. He'd need to find a matching boutonnière, rose would be a bit too much, carnation he expected. Red leather shoes and belt would do nicely. Gray and pink striped tie. He'd need a new cell phone number and about 2,000 business cards to match, but that could be taken care of on the internet and cards picked up at the local office supply store with hours to spare.
When he had his ducks in a row, Chambitas went to the bookstore, Written in Water, and arrived an hour early to check out the scene and selections. Chambitas parked in the Sutter Hospital parking lot under Highway 99 kitty-corner across 29th and K.
The mystic resonances were clear and so Roman dropped his prepared mage armor, not wanting to upset the Consilium on just arriving.
After hiking up and down the aisles, not looking for anything in particular Chambitas reached out his hand at a familiar title. Edwin Abbott Abbott's (or rather, a Square's) Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions. He hadn't read it in over a decade. Thinking about what he knew about space and dimensions now as a mage who regularly twisted them at his whim, he was curious to go back. He took it to the coffee bar and got a plain black coffee. He personally overloaded it with extra cream and sugar easily sidelining the notion that he would need to go back to the gym for this. He read and sipped his coffee while patiently waiting for @Ariadne.
"PART 1
THIS WORLD
Section 1*
Of the Nature of Flatland
I*CALL*our world Flatland, not because we call it so, but to make its nature clearer to you, my happy readers, who are privileged to live in Space.
Imagine*a*vast sheet of paper on which straight Lines, Triangles, Squares, Pentagons, Hexagons, and other figures, instead of remaining fixed in their places, move freely about, on or in the surface, but without the power of rising above or sinking below it, very much like shadows--only hard with luminous edges--and you will then have a pretty correct notion of my country and countrymen. Alas, a few years ago, I should have said "my universe": but now my mind has been opened to higher views of things."
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