“I suppose if time is the greatest of your concerns you should pay a visit to Monsieur Percle. He can fix any watch as he is a Master smith when it comes to all things gears and time. Perhaps if he’s not in his room you’ll find him at the market? I hear he has a stall.”
He walks through the town carrying a bag much like that of a doctor’s bag only it’s full of watches and gears for fixing all manner of time.
Sebastien resides on the Fifth Floor, Room: E3.
The Vignettes
Monsieur Percle rubs a cotton cloth over a clock face clockwise until he can see his reflection. Followed by a few twists of the wrist he sets his alarm for the next morning. He is dressed from head to toe in his striped Pajamas, and a night hat which stretches down to his side. Standing next to his window he overlooks the Paris night skyline with an oil lamp in hand. He looks at the flame as it dances around the wick. “Thank you, friend, I bid you farewell for now...” With a slight puff the flame goes out, by moonlight he walks to his bed. Placing his spectacles on his nightstand before getting under a single sheet and resting his head on his pillow. The clocks sing a chorus to their caretaker, while he gradually drifts to sleep.
“Time to sleep Sebastien. . . Time to sleep. . .”
A feeling of excitement wells up in Sabastian Parcle's heart. Waiting in front of his display case he awaits for his first customer of the day. The ticking of twenty refurbished watches is the only sound to grace his shop.
"Time, a wonderful concept made into a beautiful reality... Wouldn't you agree?" He privately spoke to his watches in the display case.
"If not for time, there would be no organization whatsoever. Perhaps for nature, that is undeniably true is it not? However, man needs time, without it how could he organize himself through his daily rituals?”
Granted, as time goes on things have become more and more complex, which is why man needs this piece to get by. Without it he is chaotic, without discipline, he is a loaf. a buffoon, ignorant of all thing’s organization mind you. Look around you!"
Sebastian shot his arm to the display case and his surroundings. "Without you, fellow timekeepers, there would be no organization, no Paris, no civilization!" And for your tireless efforts in the greater cause of humanity, I for one am thankful!"
"Sold!"
A customer suddenly cried out, startling Sebastian nearly out of his shoes.