Marley was goos at attracting attention to himself; it was an unfortunate fact that had nevertheless turned out well several times in the past, though it had also turned out badly just as many times.
"Badly" was probably what fit his flight to the museum; he had managed to rematerialize with a passable Knights Temporal dress uniform (it looked reasonably similar to Tower stuff), and had exited the Commandant's office. He had managed to switch back to raven form just inside the west gate, just in time for "Dad" to catch him at it, and to explain his destination and intentions. Marley thanked the old bird and assured him he would be back as per orders, and flew away - a bit erratically, a condition which became worse as his raven's body all too slowly regained its command of flying in straight lines, Marley's feathers having reformed all in good order. It was after smacking into the tenth business establishment sign on the way that he decided to fly a bit higher.
He knew about the whole raven-to-raven connection thing, but he wasn't sure how to make it work; he decided to just bludgeon his way through, and thought as hard as he could, Miss Beety, Bill, Celia, I'm on my way, be there a couple of minutes... he concentrated so hard that one one moment he was fifty feet above the tallest roofs of the district, and the next, he found himself plowing through the alder trees beside a faux georgian townhouse, disturbing and scattering the grackles and finches that had roosted there. He fled, their attempts to catch and peck him, their curses and epithets in his ears, as he flew on and thanked providence that this body was able to far outpace his pursuers.
A sense of urgency came to him just as he was descending toward the museum; he couldn't get to the ground fast enough. There was what looked like smashed crockery all over the street in front of the front steps of the place, and it seemed to his eye that it was shifting around of its own accord, and chuckling to itself. The Daimler autocarriage in the midst of it all was still ticking over to itself, as it's owner animatedly explained to the the dubiously skeptical bobby who'd shown up, about the big ceramic statue that had jumped in front of his vehicle. Marley became so intent on getting to human form again that he quite forgot where he was, and transformed a good six feet above the sidewalk. Physics of course took over, as his ravenish forward momentum translated itself in exponential proportion to his human frame, and he sailed (perhaps "bombed" would be a more descriptive term) in through the front door, to land in a stumbling heap a ways behind Green Eyes, attracting also the attention of the guards and darned near everyone else in the gallery as he managed to pull hjimself to his feet and snapped to attention with something resembling dignity (he had managed more or less unintentionally to change over such that he was clad in his usual work duds, the vest and broadcloth shirt, trousers and flat cap with sturdy broughams on his feet, bulges in his pockets reassuring him that at least a few of his usual gadgets were there, or seemed to be) and announced himself.
"Lieutenant Sir Marley Whippet, Knights Temporal, I believe you've had a, AWK! Er, beg pardon, a disturbance here?"
