𝒢𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝒢𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝒢𝑜𝓃𝑒

CHAPTER I.II: Can I help you?

--TRAVELLING THE MULTIVERSE
TIP 4: Try to figure out whether or not there's a 'you' in the verse you're travelling to. If there is one and they play an important role, it's important to disguise yourself to avoid recognition.

"I think I'd be best at pretending to be an artist," you answer, outweighing all the pros and cons in your mind. "I don't know anything about comedy, nor about farming, but I do have some knowledge on art." Although you know you'll never immediately be able to duplicate medieval art, due to the different techniques and many modern objects that you lack, you have some knowledge regarding the subject. "I'm not sure if I can actually help you though." Tommy doesn't allow you to finish as he goes through many expensive-looking rooms, until a bedroom, where he says he himself stays. He opens one of his closets, where he grabs a random bunch of clothes and throws it towards you.

"I don't need you to help me. I need you to pretend as if you do." The clothing he threw to you isn't too colourful, but it's clear you make good money. Or at least, that would be clear if you wore it, which Tommy leaves you alone to do. He smiles faintly, seemingly still trying to completely make sense of the situation, and when he closes the door, you hear him screaming out loud in the most terrifying that desired way.

Jake crawls out of the trench coat which you've thrown onto the bed and while you're still putting on the clothing, Tommy over energetically throws open the door with his eyes closed. "I can no longer hold my enthusiasm! You just inspired me, Y/N. I know exactly what I want my miniatures to be in the breviary I promised the king. I suppose you truly did help me, ha!" You can't help but smile faintly at the boy's enthusiasm, as you watch him run away, most likely towards his gallery.

Once you've put on the clothing provided to you, your anxiety grows ever so slightly. Now you just have to make sure you don't get caught. And well, if you do, you'll just say you dreamt about it: maybe they'll think it to be a prophecy as well.

Hey, at least I have someone to help me out now. Sure, he think I was sent by his god, but he doesn't seem like someone who'll just share this with everyone.

Although, maybe you should make sure he won't indeed share it. With anyone.

You grab everything that belongs to you and run after him, finding yourself in a labyrinth of impressive and mostly unnecessary rooms, which honestly, you didn't expect otherwise. There are loads of servants around, though you can't find anyone familiar at first. That is, until, you find a familiar face.

"Can I help you?"

Confusedly, you turn around, meeting the face of a confused Ranboo, his modest but taken care of clothing insinuating a status above the commoners, but still less than Tommy's would be. "Who are you?" he then asks, tilting his head, and you have to admit, you expected Tommy to have shared with some of his servants. That is, if that's what Ranboo is.

"Uhm, I'm looking for Tommy," you then answer, at which he only seems more confused.

"Sir Thomas? Yeah, he just went to his-"

"Gallery-room, if there's one here. Yeah, I know. I just don't know where it is."

"What do you have there?" He motions towards your bag, and you're starting to think that he may be meant to be some sort of a protector of Tommy's.

"A bag?"

"Can I see it?"

"No."

"Okay. Follow me." The conversation confuses you, but you don't complain when he starts walking through the rooms, clearly familiar with it. "You're Y/N, right? Sir Thomas asked me to get you. He's already started working out his sketches officially for the January miniature. He claims to be grateful."