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undergrounds2017-04-28 05:00 pm
cabins) wrote in undergrounds2017-04-28 05:00 pm
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ex-pat expeditions (open)
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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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.
write your own! or grab me for a starter.
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"It's most useful for anybody who's just been turned, or anybody who's just joined. It's like, bonding time or whatever. I dunno, pack stuff is weird."
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"I don't think I'll be much of a fighter, but I'd like to at least learn how to use my new abilities. Practice makes perfect, don't you think?" She takes a drink of her coffee.
"I imagine so, but it's pack. There's something I love about that."
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He continues to move them along, through the more polished portion of the building, pointing out a few common areas or pack members he spots wandering about. "-And that's Edith," he says, nodding towards a sweet-looking old lady in the distance. Who is currently stuffing an actual cat back in to her ridiculously large purse. "I dunno how she gets cats in here without 'em freaking the fuck out, but yeah, if you see some around don't eat 'em." You'd think that would go without saying, but...
Ghoul makes a questioning noise and glances around, looking for anything he's missed. "I guess that's about it. The next couple floors up are Katherine's."
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Laura glances at the old woman, and gives her the same smile she'd give anyone. "Opposites attract, I suppose. Haven't you seen those internet videos of dogs and cats being friends? Must be something like that." Which they could both guess was hella cute.
"And Katherine, she's a good Alpha?"
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He looks back over at Laura, his grin slowly fading off once she asks her question. Ah, Katherine. He hums thoughtfully, then nods. "Yeah, I like her pretty well." Sometimes she makes decisions that he wouldn't have made- but he's not the alpha and has no desire to ever be, so it doesn't matter.
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She nods again, taking another sip of her coffee. "Good to hear. I've heard good things, though I've yet to meet her myself." She pauses for a moment.
"Ghoul- why is it that the pack isn't represented on the Night Council?"
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Ghoul cringes in the middle of taking a drink from his own cup, and he doesn't get in any big hurry to answer. When he finally is able to, he frowns first. "You noticed that already, huh?" Pretty sharp. "I dunno, actually. It's mainly a witch thing, I think... I mean, I figure they just plain don't like us. They kinda been lettin' the others tag along lately, 'cept for us and the fae. And you can see how fair the fae are gettin' treated without the Council on their side." He suspects that they're next, honestly. They have no protection, so why not?
What a pessimistic, paranoid guy.
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It would be easy, she supposed, to form an alliance with the fae. Certainly, it's what she would have done rather than side with Daybreak. But the decision was never hers to make, but it's frustrating that Katherine chose to go with those who were choosing to do something so wrong. Or at the very least, being complacent.
But, at the same time, she understood why Katherine would choose to make that decision. Side with the winners; maybe they'll let you have a seat at the table. Maybe they'll let you hide behind their skirts when the vampires come in.
"The politics here are so fascinating."
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Truer words have never been spoken. Politics are messy and annoying, and he's no good at them, anyway. Probably why he hasn't made any progress with Samantha or Katherine. He's much better at rebelliously breaking things than he is with talking issues out.
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