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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[chosehumanity]

Mitchell shot him a sardonic look in return. "I've spent the past five months teaching high school," he said, "Doesn't leave a lick of time for killing people."

Hence also the trail of cigarettes he was bound to leave in his wake. "It's called Mermaid... Something or other. Hotel? Suites."

[bitten_notshy]

"Right, I wouldn't be here if I thought you were doing that," Jack pointed out, managing to combine a mild tone with a look that implied Mitchell was among the stupider men on earth. "Separate things, here, but never mind that."

He glanced across the street. "Mermaid Inn? It looks" -- disheveled -- "quaint."

[chosehumanity]

And some of them had massive impulse control problems, but... "Yeah. Never mind that," he said, following his look. "Quaint is all you'll get for a hundred pounds a night out here, unless you'd rather upgrade to the Radisson."

[bitten_notshy]

"I can manage quaint." Jack had plenty of money, but the Mermaid was here and he was not so put off by the exterior to want to drag his stuff somewhere else. "Let's just check in and make the best of it."

[chosehumanity]

"Sounds like a plan," Mitchell agreed, crossing the street onto the curb in front of the hotel. "And you can fill me in about the locals."

Not of the human variety, obviously.