Oxford Street Tube Station, London, Wednesday Afternoon

[bitten_notshy]

It was considerate of Portalocity to put the main port to and from London in a dimly lit alcove of a crowded underground station; no one was looking at anyone else, and, even if they were, there'd probably been stranger things to remark upon that morning than two (to all appearances) young men stepping out of a glowing blue doorway to nowhere. Certainly Jack was not going to break his stride to remark on how unusual it was.

He did, though, pause when they were out of the station. "Guidebook first, I think," he ventured. "Seeing as it's been some time since I was here."

[OOC: For Mitchell, unless someone else is in London today.]

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Re: Later That Night...

[chosehumanity]

"I--"

Mitchell's jacket bleeped again, although the noise was different than the last couple of times.

"Oh god," he said, "We're down to voicemails. I think that's a sign that says yes."

Re: Later That Night...

[bitten_notshy]

Jack laughed into his sleeve. It was mandatory, really.

"You take care of George," he said. "I'll read my guidebooks and see if there's anything more we need to do tomorrow."

Re: Later That Night...

[chosehumanity]

"I'm going to mock him until he cries," Mitchell announced - a fact which he seemed too upbeat about, and certainly settled some of the jitters as he took a drag off of his cigarette. "Back to the Mermaid!"