((( Example first Doorway post; under my name so that I don't have to create a Martes profile for what will amount to 2 posts total before the character becomes free-use. ))
Enter Martes, the Bartender
Martes patted the various pockets lining the chest of his tattered wool vest before the muffled peal of his key ring greeted his ears. He fumbled with the various keys that ran along its circuit until at last the Melting Pot’s front door cleared its throat.
"Ahem. It’s the fourth one past your left thumb."
Martes removed the spectacles from his right vest pocket and placed them on his nose. Squinting, he shuffled the keys with one hand, running the other through the silver streaks in his ash-gray hair. Then, finding the key, he tested the lock on the front door. The gears protested for a moment, before the bolt rolled into place with an audible clunk.
"Thank you," Martes told the door before turning the knob. It didn’t budge. "What now?" he asked the door impatiently.
"The sign," the door told him.
Martes reached above his head and pulled the pin from the sign over the door. The wooden flap on top swung down, and the sign’s messaged changed to announce the tavern as open for business.
The door clicked and swung open of its own accord, and Martes stepped inside.
Enter Martes, the Bartender
Martes patted the various pockets lining the chest of his tattered wool vest before the muffled peal of his key ring greeted his ears. He fumbled with the various keys that ran along its circuit until at last the Melting Pot’s front door cleared its throat.
"Ahem. It’s the fourth one past your left thumb."
Martes removed the spectacles from his right vest pocket and placed them on his nose. Squinting, he shuffled the keys with one hand, running the other through the silver streaks in his ash-gray hair. Then, finding the key, he tested the lock on the front door. The gears protested for a moment, before the bolt rolled into place with an audible clunk.
"Thank you," Martes told the door before turning the knob. It didn’t budge. "What now?" he asked the door impatiently.
"The sign," the door told him.
Martes reached above his head and pulled the pin from the sign over the door. The wooden flap on top swung down, and the sign’s messaged changed to announce the tavern as open for business.
The door clicked and swung open of its own accord, and Martes stepped inside.