Dr. Simon O'Neill (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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undergrounds2015-10-09 10:41 am
protagonized) wrote in undergrounds2015-10-09 10:41 am
Entry tags:
#notallshapeshifters
Dates: October 6 and 8.
What: Simon tries to keep his head down.
[ooc: This is a completely open post! Come torment him.]
Covent Garden - Late Evening
Starbucks closed at ten most evenings, and given Simon's class schedule he tended to work closing shifts. That suited him just fine. During peak tourist season it tended to be crowded late at night, but weeknights were almost pleasant now that they were well into October. Tonight, the shop was almost deserted, save for a table of Korean tourists off in a corner, and they'd been nursing their drinks and chatting for over an hour now. Simon was thoroughly bored. He snuck a peek at the phone he'd secreted away in his apron pocket: 21:22. Only forty more minutes until he could kick them out and start closing up shop. Only an hour and a half until he could go home and start drafting that Craigslist ad for a new flatmate.
Only eight hours until he had to wake up and be back in the lab.
He sighed and went back to watching the door, hoping no one else came in.
Redbright Institute - Mid-morning
Simon could have been doing any number of things right now--first and foremost among them being sleeping--but for some reason he found himself drawn to Redbright Institute. His feelings about the place were ambivalent at best; sure, they'd helped him through a particularly tough time in his life, but he still found the place intensely weird and a bit uncomfortable. All logic said that magic shouldn't exist outside of fantasy novels and Disney films, and yet here it was. In London.
He strolled through the library, looking for volumes on shapeshifting. He knew there was plenty of lore about people with his particular condition going back centuries, but what he wanted was something that treated the subject a little more objectively. He needed a history.
Simon paused at a likely volume. Maybe this one, finally, contained the answers he was looking for.
What: Simon tries to keep his head down.
[ooc: This is a completely open post! Come torment him.]
Covent Garden - Late Evening
Starbucks closed at ten most evenings, and given Simon's class schedule he tended to work closing shifts. That suited him just fine. During peak tourist season it tended to be crowded late at night, but weeknights were almost pleasant now that they were well into October. Tonight, the shop was almost deserted, save for a table of Korean tourists off in a corner, and they'd been nursing their drinks and chatting for over an hour now. Simon was thoroughly bored. He snuck a peek at the phone he'd secreted away in his apron pocket: 21:22. Only forty more minutes until he could kick them out and start closing up shop. Only an hour and a half until he could go home and start drafting that Craigslist ad for a new flatmate.
Only eight hours until he had to wake up and be back in the lab.
He sighed and went back to watching the door, hoping no one else came in.
Redbright Institute - Mid-morning
Simon could have been doing any number of things right now--first and foremost among them being sleeping--but for some reason he found himself drawn to Redbright Institute. His feelings about the place were ambivalent at best; sure, they'd helped him through a particularly tough time in his life, but he still found the place intensely weird and a bit uncomfortable. All logic said that magic shouldn't exist outside of fantasy novels and Disney films, and yet here it was. In London.
He strolled through the library, looking for volumes on shapeshifting. He knew there was plenty of lore about people with his particular condition going back centuries, but what he wanted was something that treated the subject a little more objectively. He needed a history.
Simon paused at a likely volume. Maybe this one, finally, contained the answers he was looking for.
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"You paint?" Simon asked, interested. "That's great! Do you have any pictures of your work on you?"
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It wasn't something she talked too much about, but things like it came up. Still... this might be a good way to get at least one more body in the door. He might have friends to invite too.
"Y'know, a place nearby is havin' a bit of a show. Local artists an' all, y'know. Got a few pieces gonna be there."
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"I'd like to see that. When is the show?"
He noticed that Skip's wine glass was getting low and reached for the bottle to top it up. It was surprisingly light. Had they really had that much to drink in so short a time?
And where was the food, anyway?
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It was a chance to get her name and work known a bit better. Plus he wasn't bad to spend time with. This would be boring with anyone. She'd done it before and still had no idea what people saw in all of it.
When he topped off her glass, she gave a grin and took it up, holding it just a little.
"To new friends."
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"Cheers."
To new friends and hopefully something more...