From out of nowhere (well actually from some unspecified place in the ceiling
joists), a lanky figure in black falls with a delicate THUD!
"Ahyaoo, ... Could someone check and see whether I happen to be missing any
limbs?"
As he picks himself up, and dusts himself off, a sense of electricity
flows from him, mainly because of the big orange heavy duty cable leading into
his backpack. Leading out of the pack are two lamps with pistol grips and a box
like strobe slung over his neck and hanging on his chest. On his head is a
baseball cap with an odd symbol (two footprints on a yellow background.)
"Hello, I am the Bi-Bulb. I herald the coming of the way neato Beans Barton
entourage, or some such stough like that. Is there a place that I may plug
into?" After doing so, he checks his lights and assures himself that they work
okay. He then sets the lights down, disengages the pack and makes an odd motion with his hand (kind of like an octopus, really.) As a communal blink occurs, he has changed attire. He is now in a black trenchcoat with black slacks, shirt
and vest. He also has a black fedora with a "QUANTUM DUCK - Physics Phun!"
button on it. He seems to be playig with a yo-yo, if not competently, at least
with excessuve casualness, that you don't think is particularly genuine. He
seems to be frenetically trying to be casual, and finally gives up. "Mike, I'll have a usual - orange juice and coke. In a pint mug, please." Turning, he says,
"Well, I look forward to getting to know you all, and also entertaining you. I
hope that you get to meet Barton soon, and the rest of the Bi-Peds will also
be here. I hope I can find a dancing partner for some of these ditties
(Dagbertto's Tuber Root Fantasy is always nice.) Wait a moment, how did I just
speak in parentheses?" He then downs the drink, and pitches it into the hearth,
