OOC: This takes place a good bit before whenever the "present" is here.
BIC: As with any new job, the first day is always one of the most important days of the job in question. It's the day where one familiarizes themselves with their job and where they'll be working. More often than not, it is looked upon as a day of dread, a day where everything that can possibly go wrong does. Yet others look upon it as a day of beginnings, of fresh starts and new challenges to overcome. But, no matter the attitude, one thing seems to remain constant in all accounts: it is one heck of a day. Now while I can't say much, I can say that Abernathy Babblebrook was in for one such day.
Abernathy was standing in front of the Gatehouse door, eager to get his belongings inside and everything situated. He tried the door, only to discover that it had been locked. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, except that Abe hadn't been given the key yet. "You lot do this on purpose, I swear." he muttered. He pulled out his trusty lock pick and began working the lock. After a few seconds, it gave a satisfying click, allowing the young otter entrance. He stopped for a moment to take in the homely, musky aroma of the old sandstone structure. He grinned, looking forward to all the future days and nights he would be spending in the Gatehouse. He removed his scarf and put it on the hatstand that he had carried with him, finding it a bit uncomfortable in the cozy Gatehouse. He then set down the box containing his belongings on his new bed, taking a moment to lay down and get comfortable before getting everything sorted. There was a knock at the door. "Come in!" the otter shouted welcomingly.