ex-pat expeditions (open)

[cabins]

Fuel for Thought


The final bell had rung for the weekend, and good lord if there wasn’t anything that was going to stop Laura from a cup of coffee for her way home. Some genius had decided the optimal place for a Starbucks was across the street from her school, and Laura couldn’t have been happier. Given that it was a primary school, she didn’t have to really risk running into any students, more so their parents. Still, it was a a sacrifice she was willing to make, and most parents weren’t getting coffee after picking up their kid, anyway.


She pushes her way into the crowded cafe where a line was already starting to form with others that had the same craving for an afternoon coffee to start their Friday off right. Already knowing what she wants, she’s lost in her phone when she feels someone brush up against her, pushing into the spot ahead of her.

“Excuse me,” she begins, tapping them on the shoulder. “I believe the line starts behind me.”


Which Way?

Despite having been in London for a few months now, there was one thing that always managed to confuse Laura. The Tube. She should have been able to figure it out- DC had metro transit, and she’d lived in upstate New York most of her life. But being a politician, she’d never had to worry about getting anywhere, someone would drive her. So her knowledge of how to navigate the underground system was severely lacking.

Which is how she’s found herself on some track, looking up at the sign telling her the next train would arrive in 7 minutes. It had been at 7 minute for the last 10. She wasn’t even sure this one was headed in the right direction- but the color was right. Circle line. So… where was the train?


She sighs, and starts peering down the hallway toward the other side of the track where a train just exited in the opposite direction.

Wait.

“…was that the Circle going toward Monument?” Honestly, it sounds like gibberish to her.


Fun Den (For Ghoul)

"...Fun Ghoul, did I hear you say?" Laura isn't about to judge the youth for his colorful name, but it gets a slight eyebrow raise. She'd been in London for a few months, getting to know the city, but now it was time to truly get to know her pack. She thought she'd start with a tour of the den and was promptly put in contact with a Mr. Fun Ghoul. Something something Americans something, she figured.

Fine by her. she figured the younger man would be honest with her about the tour, and she liked being around younger people. probably why she was a teacher.

She extends a hand to her guide. "Laura Roslin- you can just call me Laura. I want to thank you for taking time out of your schedule to give me a tour. Would you like something to drink before we start? Coffee?" She had something of an addiction.


What's your rush? (For Joss)

the sun has set about an hour ago, but Laura was still out. She'd had a few errands to run before returning to her small flat for a glass of wine and a smoke before grading homework. Best way to do it, maybe with some trashy Housewives tv show on in the background.

really, that's all she was thinking about as she made her way through the neighborhood, purse over one shoulder, bags in hand. She should have been paying better attention to her surroundings, but all she was really thinking about was just how comfortable her slippers we're going to be when she walked through her front door.

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Comments

[bellbound]

She's very calm and not at all curious about the fact that there's a Door to the Other Realm left open on this very platform. Which suits him fine, it's just rather odd.

Maybe there's a reason they don't say that curiosity killed the dog.

"As you say," Mogget agrees. "We'll make sure that no one does."

Wander through it. Accidentally.

[cabins]

Laura's had far too many things happen to her lately. Going to look at a Door would only be tempting fate again. She'd rather avoid it on principal.

"I'm glad to hear it." She inclines her head toward him in recognition. "We being the Night Council, right?"

[bellbound]

She's half-right. He flexes a paw, examining his claws for a moment. "There's a Guardian trained to deal with such things. When she arrives, she'll want to clear out the area so you had best clear off too."

No point in having a wolf around the area, even if this one is well-dressed compared to the others.

[cabins]

"I see." She glances down toward the end of the platform where the door is. She can smell it- something that smelled like ozone and fresh air all at once.

"Of course. My train's due to arrive any minute now." She looks up at the count-down. Four minutes.

[bellbound]

How very polite. Not at all what he's used to from werewolves nowadays. He's almost suspicious of how polite she is and takes a moment to consider before deciding that this is an opportunity he can't pass up.

"A cordial response," he comments. "There are some of your kind who would do well to learn from your manners."

Not that he's naming names or anything. But he could.

[cabins]

Laura raises an eyebrow just slightly. "I imagine that's the same for all of our kinds." Some people were rude and needed to learn manners. That's just how it went, unfortunately. The least she could do is be polite, even to those who wronged her.

Up until a point. Then they can go frak themselves.

"I see no point in being rude. Certainly not to someone trying to protect civilians."

[bellbound]

She assumes that they're getting rid of the Door in order to protect civilians. That's a generous assumption. It is true, he supposes, but perhaps it's another mark of how low his expectations are when it comes to wolves that her comment seems generous.

Three minutes left until the train arrives.

"Which pack are you from?" he asks, because if he can find an actual reasonable person to talk to other than the alpha, these trips to the den might be less tedious.

[cabins]

"I'm from the East End pack," she says. It was the biggest, and the best option for her. They seemed so welcoming, so far, and she had a hard time understanding why exactly it was that the werewolves had no proper representation.

But if she could even influence this cat in favor of the wolves just a little bit, she'd take the opportunity. They were good, for the most part.

[bellbound]

"Then we are allies," the cat replies. For the time being. "Tell Katherine that Circle Daybreak sends its regards."

This will hopefully save him from having to visit her. Zero trips to the den would be his ideal scenario here.

[cabins]

"I shall." She inclines her head. She'd had a mind to visit her soon, anyway. Introduce herself. She had a few questions to ask, herself.

Laura turns to glance at the clock. Three minutes.

It's a bit awkward, but she extends her hand towards the cat. A show of good-will, some strange version of a hand-shake. "Laura Roslin. It's lovely to meet you." It could never hurt to have an acquaintance in Daybreak, especially if they were in cahoots with them.

[bellbound]

He stares at her outstretched hand. Does she really expect him to extend a paw? He doesn't, tail curled firmly around his paws as he looks up at her.

"Mogget. Familiar to the Mother of Witches."

[cabins]

Oh. Interesting.

"Give her my regards, then." She could hear the train approaching from further down the tunnel.

[bellbound]

The wind picks up in the tunnel as the train approaches. Mogget hates the awful, screechy sound it makes. He acknowledges her response with a short nod, then hunkers down to wait for the train to arrive. Best not to speak in front of other passengers. They might find it rather strange.

[cabins]

The train screams to a halt and Laura pauses to let the passengers disembark first. She gives the cat a cursory glance and nods as well. Until the next time they met.