<strong>Victor Orestes, Arriving and talking with Tom, hoping for some sort of employment.</strong><br/><br/>Victor had been traveling for what seemed to be days. Each path lead to the next but ever was his destination just beyond reach. At several points he almost convinced himself that it was not worth the trouble. Ever was his destination merely a whisper or a hint. What he wouldn’t give for a solid direction and a given distance. Finally he had managed to secure a seat upon a train (http://lime.dk/posting/steam_mofo.jpg), but his money only managed to purchase him the pleasure of feeding coal to the behemoth of an engine. At least it go him towards his destination and when he at last clambered down from its side he could honestly say that he would avoid such transportation in the future.<br/><br/>As his feet carried him towards the peculiar structure, his hands casually drifted to the twin pistols resting on his hips, their blades tamping the sides of his legs with each swaggering step. It was comfort to have them at his side but he had to wonder if he would be allowed to hold on to them at this place. It was hard to say for sure and he could honestly tell himself that he really had no clue what to expect here. Everything he knew did not even give him a hint of understanding as to what this place might hold even though he had heard the whispers of it.<br/><br/>As he drew closer, his eyes followed the unusual lines of the architecture. It put a smile upon his face and he studied it with his artificial eye, trying to use its limited functions to sort out some kind of pattern or hidden meaning in those magnificent, sweeping curves. Perhaps it was merely for the pleasure of the view and he could truthfully say that he had not laid eyes upon such things. Funny that he had been on the road eight years and building design still surprised him. Perhaps he was not as worldly as he would like to think.<br/><br/>Drawing up to the door, he paused at the sight of the various vehicles that rested around the structure. He was half tempted to remain outside and study each and everything, so very fascinated was he. But he told himself such things would be rude and since he was not familiar with the area he did not want to start off on the wrong foot by getting into trouble. Casting a longing glance at the steam tank and its amazing legs, he opened the door and stepped into the rather crowded entry way. Out of habit his hands drifted down to his hips and the handles of his two pistols. He didn’t draw them, merely needing the comfort of knowing that they were there while he tried to adjust so suddenly being in a crowded room.<br/><br/>Even with the use of his left eye he could not indentify anyone. That always left him on edge, especially since they all seemed to be talking freely and he had the peculiar feeling that he was going to be the odd one out. Taking a breath, he tried not to let his eyes linger on the lovely woman who was conversing with them. Judging by her, he was feeling that he might be in the right place. Skirting the edge of the room, not wanting to interrupt conversation, he moved over to the desk and looked at the man behind it. Sensing that he might be deep within his own thoughts, he glanced back around the room before looking at him, his voice low and a bit higher than he expected before he cleared his throat, his nerves getting to me. “Excuse…” He coughed. “Sorry. Excuse me but I was wondering if this is the famed Pleasure Dome. And if it is, might there be any chance of employment here? I understand that that might be quite the request but I have heard such great whispering of this place and it seemed like a good location to seek employment.”<br/>