[Well. Bollocks.

There is quite a bit to digest here.

Does his chalk this up as a botched summoning or some mean-spirited cosmic prank? He can’t think of any other reason why he of all people was deemed worthy of yanking out of the abyss. But whatever concerns, frustrations, or overall displeasure Oberon might have felt during his grand arrival is carefully locked behind the usual facades of smiles and fluttering wings. Rather than complain, the man adorned with vibrant moth wings takes note of the city’s aspects. Sure, his eyebrows arch high on his forehead when a fairie-looking creature nearly barrels into him (and does not apologize; typical, they would have been perfect fodder in Fae Britain) — but otherwise, this is a time for observing and digesting the oddities of his new existence.

That includes, naturally, the peculiar looking goddess-type resisting the urge to create a black hole]

Oh, don’t worry, Blanca. What is that clever human saying? ”When in Rome?”

[The large, white moth perched on his shoulder chitters her disapproval — especially as he is floating in the air, legs crossed, casually tossing a handful of Byte Bites into his mouth.]

I’m impressed the city runs so well if this is consider the norm.

[Listen, he is off the clock as far as being helpful is concerned. At least let him check into his room first]

[The Fairy King’s presence in the casino of all places is a simple one; if there’s a city, there’s an underbelly. And if there’s an underbelly, there’s a treasure trove of illegal information to be had.

One need only track down the booze or the money.

But gods, that doesn’t mean it’s not a boring affair. Deep down, a fairy only gambles for the hilarity, and it’s a physical weight to have to give the blackjack table his full attention]

Hold on, now! Can I get a quick tutorial, first? Fairy Britain was a little lax with the rules, you know.

[No, the dealer certainly doesn’t know, but their head tilts before gesturing at the table and the cards. Sir, you… you already placed your bet??? You also won. Did you not realize?

… Clearing his throat as he casually shoves some chips forward]

Is that right? Well, let’s double the wager, then!

[It is time to write the wrongs of Shakespeare and build his finances. City, you best believe if you pay off his cosmic debts, he will shut his mouth and stay here for at least a few months.]

[ooc: sky’s the limit, throw whatever you like at me and I’ll roll with it.]