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...

[bitten_notshy]

"I'm not leaving you to the wolves." Jack promised, and he meant it even though he said it off-handedly. He moved in a way that would let him keep half an eye on Mitchell.

And then there was a girl to talk to. The flirtation was rote, but not entirely insincere.

Re: Later That Night...

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell was thoroughly unamused and wary about the whole situation, but there were many reasons for his rock star reputation back home that he was willing to employ to help Jack out a bit - even if it just meant plying the locals with some random conversation.

It was probably the lack of familiar faces that kept him from becoming too hostile; but half his attention was still on the boy, especially considering the nature of the chit-chat.

Re: Later That Night...

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was back fifteen minutes or so later. "She thought I was looking for a date," he said, quietly unamused. "It's good, though. I can tell you more outside."

These weren't a hostile bunch, but that didn't mean he wanted to deal with vampires overhearing a conversation about time travel.

Re: Later That Night...

[chosehumanity]

"All right," Mitchell said, shooting the couple he'd been talking to a smile that wasn't completely genuine, and excused himself. In his estimation, they were a lot more pretentious than Jack had claimed they were.

Eyes on his back as he retreated back towards the entrance, at that. "If I had a name like that, I'd've rushed down for a deed poll decades ago." Beat. "Maybe centuries."

Re: Later That Night...

[bitten_notshy]

"Was it really that bad?" Jack asked, then added, "They usually change them every generation or so, anyhow. I hadn't thought about if your name was your name."

Though, he supposed, the eternal life thing might be less noticable if your name was unremarkable to start with.

Re: Later That Night...

[chosehumanity]

"If those were names they made up, it's even worse," Mitchell said, with a quick grin as he moved across the bar towards the exit. "My name is my name. Might have to change it in a couple of hundred years, if Mister What is anything to go by." He made an amused noise. "Something with an x in it. All the fashionable aliens have them."

Re: Later That Night...

[bitten_notshy]

"They're meant to sound upper-class," Jack said, then thought about that as he stepped into the brisk night. "... which is pretentious itself. Something dashing with an x would fit better in this century, wouldn't it? And it does have that science fiction feeling."

Personally, he was glad Sebastien had been in a minimalist mood when choosing Jack's name.

Re: Later That Night...

[chosehumanity]

"Dashing, I can manage."

Predictably, Mitchell's fingers were slipping back into his pocket to find his cigarettes, shaking the slightest bit. He paid it no heed. "What did you find?"

Re: Later That Night...

[bitten_notshy]

"Not much has changed," Jack said, in the tone of one who should be surprised but wasn't. "They're still talking about courts, but there's a synthetic blood here. Legally, it's -- about the same as it was. The police won't bother vampires as long as they aren't drinking blood in the middle of the road, but her family was less understanding." An understatement. "She was only turned fifteen years ago."

As an afterthought, and on the general subject of history, he added, "Oh, and we finally have an America. but it doesn't sound as if that's especially recent."

Re: Later That Night...

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell snorted as he lit his cigarette. "Great luck there, then," he said, shoving his lighter back into his pocket. "Of course it hasn't changed much," he observed, "That would involve breaking tradition."

Re: Later That Night...

[bitten_notshy]

"Well ... true," Jack had to allow. "Still, it'll be easier on Sebastien. If I'm not breaking the timeline somehow by coming here to start with, but that would hurt my brain."

He glanced to Mitchell again, judging the man's nerves. "Should we call it a night?"

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!"