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undergrounds2015-10-08 10:45 pm
tearmeanewone) wrote in undergrounds2015-10-08 10:45 pm
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And The Feeling Coming From My Bones
Date: October 8
What: Elizabeth finds her way from Heathrow to her dorm in Westminster, then attempts to get settled in her new academic and magical lives.
[A] Underground
Elizabeth sits on the train taking her from Heathrow to London-Paddington. From there, she'd transfer to the District Line, and exit at Westminster. From there she had an address written on stationary from a Best Western, and the key would be under the doormat.
It could be the jet lag, it could be that Elizabeth was exhausted before she even got on the plane, but she finds herself so tired she can't even muster tears. Booker was still in New York doing God knew what, just trying to stay alive. Meanwhile, she was in London, trying to establish some degree of safety around her. A new life under the name 'Elizabeth DeWitt', a university to study at, and names of people she could get in touch with to assist her with her powers.
That was the list, and that's all Elizabeth can focus on as she gets closer to London-Paddington. Even if she has dozens of emotions swirling around in her head, and it's taking everything she's got in her to keep from setting her suitcase on fire, she's going to keep focus on the list. That will keep her in control-- she hopes.
[B] Westminster
A few weeks ago, Elizabeth had no idea anyone else had the kind of abilities she possesses. Now, she's coming to grips with not only the fact that there's an entire community of people like her, but that they existed almost everywhere. That was what she had thought about the few hours before landing. Now, she was trying to focus on getting to a safe place all on her own.
Her suitcase was large, not heavy, but difficult hard to roll around the station and handle in the trains. She struggled with her luggage up a long flight of stairs at Westminster, thankful she hadn't had to transfer to a different line more than once.
[C] Victoria Library
After distributing the few items of clothing she had in her suitcase into her drawers and setting the few books she had out, Elizabeth got some sleep. In the morning, she headed to Victoria Library. She'd been told that someone of her... particular inclination could meet her there and answer her questions. Elizabeth put her curious brooch on the lapel of her jacket, went to the library, and waited at one of the corner desks. She felt nervous, and it only increased the strain she felt on her powers. Why did they have to meet somewhere full of paper, where she could create a serious disaster?
Deep breathing, she told herself. Just deep breathing.
[D] A Pub Near Her Dorm
The jet lag and emotional nature of the day had left her bone-tired, but she'd promised Booker she'd do one thing today.
She looks up from her book at the bartender as he sets a pint down in front of her. "Happy Birthday, lovely," he says with a wink. Elizabeth smiles back and pulls the beer closer to her. Her first birthday-drink. She wishes she could have it with Booker-- though now that she thinks about it, maybe that wouldn't have been such a good idea considering his particular vices. Chuckling to herself, she takes a sip.
...ugh, she hopes this is an acquired taste. Otherwise she's going to seriously question Booker's sense of taste.
What: Elizabeth finds her way from Heathrow to her dorm in Westminster, then attempts to get settled in her new academic and magical lives.
[A] Underground
Elizabeth sits on the train taking her from Heathrow to London-Paddington. From there, she'd transfer to the District Line, and exit at Westminster. From there she had an address written on stationary from a Best Western, and the key would be under the doormat.
It could be the jet lag, it could be that Elizabeth was exhausted before she even got on the plane, but she finds herself so tired she can't even muster tears. Booker was still in New York doing God knew what, just trying to stay alive. Meanwhile, she was in London, trying to establish some degree of safety around her. A new life under the name 'Elizabeth DeWitt', a university to study at, and names of people she could get in touch with to assist her with her powers.
That was the list, and that's all Elizabeth can focus on as she gets closer to London-Paddington. Even if she has dozens of emotions swirling around in her head, and it's taking everything she's got in her to keep from setting her suitcase on fire, she's going to keep focus on the list. That will keep her in control-- she hopes.
[B] Westminster
A few weeks ago, Elizabeth had no idea anyone else had the kind of abilities she possesses. Now, she's coming to grips with not only the fact that there's an entire community of people like her, but that they existed almost everywhere. That was what she had thought about the few hours before landing. Now, she was trying to focus on getting to a safe place all on her own.
Her suitcase was large, not heavy, but difficult hard to roll around the station and handle in the trains. She struggled with her luggage up a long flight of stairs at Westminster, thankful she hadn't had to transfer to a different line more than once.
[C] Victoria Library
After distributing the few items of clothing she had in her suitcase into her drawers and setting the few books she had out, Elizabeth got some sleep. In the morning, she headed to Victoria Library. She'd been told that someone of her... particular inclination could meet her there and answer her questions. Elizabeth put her curious brooch on the lapel of her jacket, went to the library, and waited at one of the corner desks. She felt nervous, and it only increased the strain she felt on her powers. Why did they have to meet somewhere full of paper, where she could create a serious disaster?
Deep breathing, she told herself. Just deep breathing.
[D] A Pub Near Her Dorm
The jet lag and emotional nature of the day had left her bone-tired, but she'd promised Booker she'd do one thing today.
She looks up from her book at the bartender as he sets a pint down in front of her. "Happy Birthday, lovely," he says with a wink. Elizabeth smiles back and pulls the beer closer to her. Her first birthday-drink. She wishes she could have it with Booker-- though now that she thinks about it, maybe that wouldn't have been such a good idea considering his particular vices. Chuckling to herself, she takes a sip.
...ugh, she hopes this is an acquired taste. Otherwise she's going to seriously question Booker's sense of taste.
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"It's no trouble at all. May I?" His hand hovered over her suitcase, waiting for her permission to grab it.
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Simon adjusts his laptop bag and hefts up his side of the suitcase with ease.
"Right, easy does it. Can I call you a taxi or an Uber?"
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Elizabeth walks slowly up the stairs, letting the young man lead. "Oh, no that's fine. I'd rather walk. I'm living in a university sponsored dorm, I imagine I'll be walking from the station more often than hailing a taxi."
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Simon's far more used to American students at British universities than most; he knows several of them at UCL and is sure there are many at Westminster as well.
He hefts the suitcase up to street level. It's not heavy, but it's bulky and awkward and he's glad to have it flat on the ground again.
"Right, there you go. Do you need directions to where you're going?"
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Elizabeth helps as much as she can without falling down the stairs-- she's also glad when it's on street level.
"Well, uh," she stammers, opening up her coat pocket and fishing out her London atlas. "I think I just need to go down this street and make a left. I think..." There's a slip of paper with the address on it tucked in as a bookmark for the page. She may think she knows how numbers on streets work in London, but she's extremely wrong.
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"From here it's a right, actually," he points out, showing her on the map. "This exit took you out of the Underground station on the other side of the..." What was the American term for it, again? It had been far too long since he'd been back in the States. "...block. That's what you call it in the States, yeah? It's easy enough. Just turn right at the corner, then you'll be back on the right street."
He looks a bit sheepish.
"Would you like me to show you?"
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"Not if you're silently wishing I'd just walk away?"
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"It's less than a five minute walk from the station."
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