Darkness and the City

[outofthemanor]

1. At Work
The bookshop that Wednesday works in is not so much as shop as it is a storage place for the owner's rather extensive collection of books. Since said owner is rather loathe to part with any of his precious collection, having Wednesday as a member of staff works quite well, as for some odd reason people are rather reluctant to make a purchase from her. So instead, she works on arranging the shelves, keeping them in good order and adding new items as and when they arrive.

Today, she is concentrating on the occult section, idly leafing through one of the books she is trying to arrange. The information isn't half bad - the author actually seemed to understand what it was they were talking about and she would smile if that was something she did. A ring of a bell drew her attention - the door had been opened.

"Do you require assistance?"


2. Market Time
It's her day off, and this is really one of the first times Wednesday has been able to look at some of the many markets London has to offer. She doubts that the mystic stall she passed has anything of real value, but there are some things that could possibly be used. The antiques interest her a little more, though sadly there's no weaponry. She hadn't been able to bring some of her favourites from the manor because of airport security rules and she found she was missing them. She'd need to see about finding a proper smith.

Still, it is rather fun, to wander about the market with no real purpose in mind. Even if people do keep muttering 'goth' when they see her dark parasol. She's going to curse the next person who says that.


3. Night Walk
London is at it's best at night, Wednesday believes. There's a hum from the city - ambitions, hopes, dreams, fears, and nightmares - that anyone could feel and at night it seems to be amplified. She strolls easily down a darkened street, not particularly bothered that the street lights aren't at their best. There's a pleasant chill in the air and it reaches the bones in such a comforting way. The sound of footsteps behind her isn't anything, either. They were just footsteps, after all.

"Are you following me, or are we merely headed in the same direction?"

Until they were introduced, that was.

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[fungi_notpunny]

Ellie shuffles in, looking very out of place. She has an earbud in one ear and a flannel shirt that looks beaten up and a bit too big. Her jeans are torn--not in the fashionable way, but in a way that suggests they're old. They're certainly not current fashion, either.

"Um, yeah..." The face says young, literally everything else says old. Or maybe just eccentric. Ellie sniffs a little, and she can smell traces of at least one werewolf and a lot of other smells that she's starting to learn mean supernatural. That means she's in the right place, probably. The bookstore that has at least semi-accurate stuff about supernaturals, supposedly.

She eyes Wednesday, and wonders what kind of supernatural she is. A witch? It seemed a little stereotypical--like expecting Ellie to go around with a bunch of hair growing out of everywhere. Not that it really matters, as long as she doesn't think Ellie is crazy.

"I'm looking for stuff about werewolves--or like, werewolf lineage?" None of the East End pack had recognized her birth mark from any family. Ellie isn't desperate for the information, but she's curious and has time to kill.

So. Here she is. The lady is dressed very nicely, even if it's an old style. It makes Ellie feel a bit self-conscious.

[outofthemanor]

There's a tilt to her head as Wednesday turns to glance at the books. Werewolf lineage... That's a subject she hasn't heard being studied for a while, and she runs her fingers along the spines as she considers each in turn.

"For which region?"

[fungi_notpunny]

"British isles," Ellie says, mostly because it's geographically close. She eyes the books that Wednesday is poking at. "Do you know if they have, uh, pictures of the birthmarks? Or descriptions?"

Just family names aren't really going to get her anywhere, especially if her father was the one with the curse. Her mother might have had it, but that meant her mother would have had moonlight jewelry. That suggested resources that went beyond one fucking friend who'd left Ellie to the foster system.

Ellie kicks her toe into the floor, and wonders if this is really a good idea. Even if she finds it, there's not going to be a location attached. What would she even do if she knew who her father was?

Still, curiosity drives her forward.

[outofthemanor]

British Isles... Wednesday considers the books, taking the further request into her consideration. She glances upwards. Right. She needs the ladders to get it.