“New York the city that never sleeps, what a load of crap” Giddian complained as he walked through the well-lit yet mostly empty streets of New York City at 4am. He had arrived only five hours ago appearing in a chaotic vortex of energy which went almost unnoticed in the depths of Harlem. Upon his arrival and determination of where he was he had run to the city intending to see the amazing museums which lay as historic landmarks to the intellectual prowess of the big apple. However he arrived to discover nothing was open, yet less than an hour ago it was 11am for him. Shaking his head frustration he dragged himself to a local bar procuring an interesting mixture of tequila, bitters, paprika, and lemon juice which he had become somewhat fond of during a small stint on a barren island in the middle of the Atlantic.
Now alone and incredibly bored Giddian found himself standing in the middle of park avenue complaining to no one. Determined to find something interesting before he left which could be any moment he trudged off towards mid-town looking for adventure, using PATCH he browsed late night club entries and found a suit and tie event only a few miles away. With a smile green smoke flowed from his arm surrounding his body and dissipating replacing his white traveler’s cloak and military uniform with black suit with purple pinstripes, a white shirt, and a green tie. Dressed to kill he marched off towards his goal, at minimum if he couldn’t stimulate his mind he could drink himself to death… Not that it would matter.