1.6b -- The SIberian Express -- Nov.11th, 1908 (Davin)
BREAKFAST!
Davin takes flight figuratively, heading to see Ms.Blankenship. As he raps on the door, he continues to feel the immense and powerful mind within. He hadn't brushed minds with many great entities before coming to Earth, where he had never seen anything out of the ordinary until he'd met the people on this train. Apart from a few other people from the Realms of Night and Day respectively. She only just arose, he sensed, so she might need a few minutes, so he changed his pace to be a bit more nonchalant.
James is able to get himself cleaned up and shedding the second-hand clothing, he finds his car and luggage still stowed properly, untampered. When he sees the Conductor and a few people from before Berlin still on the train, they smile and say thank you. The porter bows respectfully and accepts the package and the careful instructions for delivery. The young man replies that St.Petersburg would be in another two stops, but he would make certain it was delivered.
The breakfast car was filled with folks eating, about twenty-five of them. Many were strangers sitting at the same table even in the majority of cases, on account of the lack of room and the hunger of the customers. Phoenix spots a few open seats and makes a break for it. They're a zippy young lady who makes coffee rounds and delivers the food, while the cook sat in the corner making the dishes on a small wood stove. The other person at the table is a man in his early twenties, well dressed and sharply groomed. He nods at Phoenix as he continues his grits and eggs. The attendant was an energetic young lady of early twenties, auburn hair, and a french accent. "Would you care for some toast, eggs, with a sausage, grits, or hashbrowns with that whiskey?"
(OOC: Davin you can frame your entrance if you like or respond to Tia.)