Ah, Martinmass. What a joyous occasion. Atlas had never celebrated such a holiday. In fact, he wasn't sure if it even existed. But it was all in the spirit of the holiday. The fishing boat rocked forwards through the multitudes of waves. The new girl, Cassandra, was it? She paced to and fro aboard the deck of the ship. She was obviously nervous. You learn to read people after a century or so. Well, the weather couldn't be better. Atlas sat upon a rusted metal bench, holding an umbrella to protect from what UV rays penetrated the clouds.

Atlas had ventured into the hellish land of Macy's earlier in the day, and so wore a dressy button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. The cold was fantastic for him. His dress pants were a tad dirty from some last minute experimenting, but no matter. Atlas would have worn sunglasses, but the eyepatch would have gotten in the way. Regeneration is funny like that. The eye is still adjusting, so protection is ideal. 

The boat docked, and the click of Atlas' dress shoes upon the metal were nonexistent. A little vampire parlor trick he picked up. Umbrella in one hand, suitcase in the other, looking the best he had in ages, he walked up to Lenya.

"Ah, Lenya! Merry, uh...Martinmass? Well, whatever the holiday, I bring many gifts!", Atlas said merrily, showing the dog carrier he had been lugging around. "Inside is every variety of drink I could find! There's an enchantment on it, so there's a lot more than there appears to be!", he said while chuckling, and set the luggage down.

Atlas was surprised. He was on a roll when it came to interacting with people. Hopefully he had won someone's favor.