tushanshu | I. What I want is information: not useful information, of course; useless information. (Video)

[For a man of his era, Lord Henry has picked up the basics of the computer with surprising alacrity and ease. Perhaps he has been motivated by the understanding that it provides him with a platform of unprecedented scale.

So behold: a well-bred Englishman in his mid- to late-forties: if his good looks are a bit worn around the edges, he is still quite handsome in a way that suggests he cut a truly rakish figure when younger. His voice is exceptionally pleasant and musical, and when he speaks, his words are accompanied by graceful—though not excessive—gestures of his slender hands.]

I am given to understand that this device offers a podium to rival the pulpit at Westminster Abbey. Capital—although I assure you that I shall not bore you with a sermon; I can't abide a man who makes of himself an amateur curate.

Allow me to introduce myself—Lord Henry Wotton, late of London, which is not nearly so exciting as the vision of Moreau in which I now find myself. There are many questions with which I'm rather concerned at the moment, but most importantly, where does one find a tailor in this city? And, tiresome though domestic matters are, I suppose I must enquire after a valet. There are many indignities a gentleman may suffer in silence, but not an inadequate selection of poorly-pressed shirts.

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[Wonders, it seem, shall never cease; what an extraordinary creature this young man is. Quite unlike anything Henry has ever seen—at least since he first met Dorian Gray.]

Ah, this is the lady Miss Prentiss mentioned to me earlier, I gather. One recommendation is a useful suggestion, two is practically a command.

Might I have the pleasure of knowing your own name?

And you would be wise to follow it, in this case- her taste is excellent, and her skill undeniable.

[He fingers the collar of the tunic he's wearing. It isn't in the style of Lord Henry's world, from what he can discern, but he has no doubt that Favrielle can adjust. He has confidence in her, for all that he's only known her less than a day.]

Ah, my own name? I am Alcuin nó Delaunay, my lord.

[Henry recognises good craftsmanship when he sees it, regardless of style or period. This is as good an endorsement as any.]

I gather that's her work? Very fine indeed; I shall call on her with great pleasure. Almost as great at my pleasure at making your acquaintance.

Yes- I had a query much similar to yours, and she was kind enough to assist me

[The query was slightly more urgent, considering that Alcuin was basically soaked in blood. But he doesn't need to mention that.]

And you are too kind, I am sure. I am simply glad to offer what small assistance I can.

Under the circumstances, even the smallest assistance takes on heroic proportions. I hope that later, once we are settled, we shall see more of one another.

I cannot help but think that is inevitable, sir. I am sure that we will meet again.

I should like nothing more, dear boy.

Until then, my lord. [He bows politely. He's had this sort of conversation many times with his patrons- he hasn't yet decided what he will do here, and taking up his old service once again would not be the first thing on his list but he has to do something to support himself... there is no harm in laying groundwork, so to speak.]

I. What I want is information: not useful information, of course; useless information. (Video)

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