Funderland was a little worn, a little dated, and occassionally it was so easy to forget how unusual a place it was, especially to a new arrival.
Such were the thoughts of the Dread Lord of Sacramento as he sat and waited on a bench just inside the entrance. It certainly wouldn't have been his first choice to set down roots - something more formal or classy would have been in his mind - and yet the simplicity, the misdirection of the theme park appealed to one of the mind of the Leaden Mirror. Hiding in plain view, something he knew how to adapt to all too well.
Sera knew where he was, as was usual. The telephone call requesting a meeting had been brief, but learning from last time the Director sought out a place where they could talk a little more freely.
He, however, looked as out of place as he ever did. An immacuale black suite, red silk shirt and tie. A hedgespun coat of menacing thunderclouds covered the ensemble.
Only those touched by Arcadia could see the flourishing laurel of leaves thae encircled his head, growing straight from the scalp and from his wrists and ankles, just visible below the hem of the hleg of his pants. Scarlet flowers bloomed vividly at his wrists and temples. Eyes at least twice the size of a usual human's, and impossibly green, peered from a pale-skinned face with pointed elven ears. In places, the pale skin was breached by woody roots as if just emerging from the surface of soil. Around him, autumn leaves swirled in brown, red, orange, and gold twisting in a bitter wind- despite the summer sun in the evening. No normal human would notice.
He watched for his guest, Cassandra Reeding .
Introductory scene for @Shenanigans. Discussed for set up with Saber Sloth