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]

"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!"