Of course Passepartout would not look for a way out. Of course not. Except for the fact he is. He must not abandon Monsieur Fogg, and staying here would mean doing so in one of the worst ways possible...!
And so. And so! He is grabbing everyone that passes by him and shaking them, a desperate look in his eyes, ready to plead for a way out. Will you be the next one he grabs?
Laundry
Passepartout is folding laundry in the manner of one who is well practiced at such a thing. He is valet to a man with a discerning eye and therefore he spends many of his nights perfecting the crease of a collar. His fingers move fast yet he hardly pays attention to his task, looking around him to see how others are doing. He seems amused at those who are doing less well than he is.
"Ah," he muses out loud. "I think that I have this, shall we say, in the bag?"
Now, now. Fogg wouldn't approve of such an attitude.
Wildcard
Passepartout is examining one of the Camerabots, his hands all over it in a way that would be considered quite uncouth if it were human. The thing does not seem to mind, only reacting with whirrs and clicks as it takes pictures of him from a far too close up perspective. How improper! He is searching for a way to pry it open and examine its insides. He is curious, you see, and he is not the type of man to reign in his curiosity.
Passepartout | 80 Days
Of course Passepartout would not look for a way out. Of course not. Except for the fact he is. He must not abandon Monsieur Fogg, and staying here would mean doing so in one of the worst ways possible...!
And so. And so! He is grabbing everyone that passes by him and shaking them, a desperate look in his eyes, ready to plead for a way out. Will you be the next one he grabs?
Laundry
Passepartout is folding laundry in the manner of one who is well practiced at such a thing. He is valet to a man with a discerning eye and therefore he spends many of his nights perfecting the crease of a collar. His fingers move fast yet he hardly pays attention to his task, looking around him to see how others are doing. He seems amused at those who are doing less well than he is.
"Ah," he muses out loud. "I think that I have this, shall we say, in the bag?"
Now, now. Fogg wouldn't approve of such an attitude.
Wildcard
Passepartout is examining one of the Camerabots, his hands all over it in a way that would be considered quite uncouth if it were human. The thing does not seem to mind, only reacting with whirrs and clicks as it takes pictures of him from a far too close up perspective. How improper! He is searching for a way to pry it open and examine its insides. He is curious, you see, and he is not the type of man to reign in his curiosity.