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(This is a July catchall kind of post for Light/Snake so tag where you'd like or let me know if you want to work out something via plurk! You can also call him either name as both pretty much apply.)

A.

Nothing like moving across the ocean and having to figure out where to go in a new town. Especially in a place like London. Light "Snake" Averly, armed with a braille map, takes the time to explore London when he's not teaching at university. Each street and bus route he can travel safely is another piece of London memorized. Perhaps he might also meet friendly (and not-so-friendly) faces as he travels...

B.

He's heard about Redbright, now that he's been in London for a little bit. He'd heard rumors about the school having something to do with the supernatural, but nothing concrete. Snake would love to do nothing more than excise his powers from his brain, but the science hadn't gotten around to that. Yet. He didn't really feel any kinship to other supernatural, having stayed far the hell away from anything back home in Washington State. Still, he can't help but have some curiosity for the Institute.

C. Choose your own adventure.

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"Ah! Hold that taxi! Taxi!"

But the cabbie, apparently, didn't see her. Because a business man in a nice suit climbed in, and the car drove off. After the car drove off, Abby shouted at the car.

"Oh, come on! Go to Hell!"

It's frustrating. She hadn't wanted to take the bus and subway today. She'd been planning on doing actual shopping, which she'd done, and bags aren't exactly the lightest. They're not that heavy, but it's still infuriating.

She turns away from the street and-- makes contact with someone thanks to a swinging back. Thankfully, that bag just has some herbs. Nothing heavy.

"Shit--! Shit, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

Snake felt something swing toward him and he blocked with his right arm. Fortunately the bag did feel...pillowy so the impact didn't hurt. He would have been more irate, except the tone of her voice sounded genuinely contrite. As though she hadn't seen him there.

"I'm perfectly all right. You sound a tad frustrated." He tucked his map into his messenger bag and canted his head in the direction of her voice. "I suppose it's fortunate for me you weren't shopping for sports equipment."

"Thankfully," she said with a laugh. "Getting a stupid cabbie to stop for me is, apparently, impossible today."

And running for one was aggravating. And, apparently, able to make her careless.

"I am really sorry. I swear I'm usually more careful." And only then does she actually look at him. Really take him in. He might not be able to see it, but her eyes widen, and it definitely comes across in her voice. "...Oh, shit. I am-- I'm so sorry."

Running into someone? Bad. Running into someone blind? So bad.

She sounded rather guilty, as though accidentally hitting a blind man jumped her crime from a misdemeanor to a felony. That...could be fun to play with, if he could figure out how.

"I usually take the bus, myself, as they're fairly reliable, miss...?"

"Widdowson. Miss Widdowson."

She smiled again, though it seemed stupid to do it. He couldn't see her, after all. What was the best way to handle a situation like this? It was one of the many things that being contained inside Geap Manor for most of her life had kept her from experiencing. So, now? It seemed like a far bigger deal to her (she had to, she told herself, be careful not to offend him) than most people would consider it.

"Miss Widdowson. My name is Light Averly and it's a pleasure to meet you." Snake could tell emotions based on tone. People were generally surprised when he could tell that someone was smiling based on tone. It was all about putting it in the voice.

The watch on his right wrist made a sound and delivered the time in a mechanical computer voice. "According to my watch, the next bus won't be around for another 30 minutes. I suppose you could wait for it at the stop two blocks behind me, like I'm going to. Or...is there a coffee house around here?"

"Thank you, Mister Averly. It's good to meet you, too." A reasonable person would consider something like tone of voice, but, well, Abigail was thinking too much to be reasonable right then. Still, she was genuine enough with what she was saying.

"There's a great little cafe just a block away, in the direction of the stop, actually. Would you like to join me? My treat."

Snake reserved his ire for people who truly deserved it. For someone who just bumped into him and felt guilty? Free coffee would work.

"I would be delighted." He walked easily next to her, eyes closed. "Are you someone who's lived here long or someone who just moved here, like myself?"

"I've lived in London all my life," Abigail answered cheerfully. "My family home is in the Enfield borough." She... won't name it. Just in case he's heard stories about the place. It wouldn't surprise her.

"Where are you from?"

"Washington State, near Seattle. Now I'm researching and teaching physics at a university and getting settled in. Especially dealing with the size of my apartment." Which was small. Good lord, rent was ridiculous.

"What university?" She can't help but be curious. After all, if it's her university, she's more than happy to try and get in good with a professor.

"King's College. I'm not into the whole ranking universities against each other so I couldn't tell you how it fits with everyone else."

Still, it felt so very royal and proper with a name like that. "Are you a college student, Miss Widdowson?"

"Oh! A very good school." She smiles as she says it. "I attend Middlesex University."

"I confess I'm still trying to figure out where everything is in relation to everything else in London." He pauses as he listens for people coming out of the coffee house before opening the door for her. "If you wouldn't mind telling me their menu, I'd appreciate it."

"Take the A41 north ten miles from King's College, and you're at Middlesex University." She's well aware. After all, she visited most of the campuses in London deciding where to go. Middlesex had proven more to her liking. "Hendon Central if you take the tube."

With that said and now being inside the cafe, she read the menu aloud after placing her own order and informing the young woman that both orders were together and to be put on her card.

Snake couldn't help but order something slightly more expensive than his usual coffee. A little mocha never hurt anyone and while they sat down, it tasted quite good.

"I'll have to remember this is here if I'm in the area. Thank you for this."

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Welp, hope this university doesn't mind me borrowing it

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