Backpacking Trip: London Below, Friday Evening

[thatsamilkshake]

The Portalocity portal was supposed to land the Fandom High graduate travelers (and their luggage) in a private lounge at Heathrow Airport.

Oops?

Instead, the travelers (and some of their luggage; Francine at least was staring at the empty hand that had been holding a duffel bag a few seconds ago) would find themselves in a dark, grimy, rusted-over maintenance area, with one flickering overhead light. Chipped and faded London Underground signs are still (if barely) visible on the walls, and there was only one apparent exit: a tunnel that was no less rusty-looking, and only slightly better-lit.

[OOC: Open! First of 2 posts; sleeping accommodations will be up a little later. AIM chat is fhbelow !]

Backpacking Trip: London Below, Night - The House With No Doors

[thatsamilkshake]

A walk through dark and disused passages - some of them with rails and some of them smelling like they might be part of an entirely different system of tunnels - eventually leads up and out to the surface, if you can say that about a blind alley with both ends blocked off, one by a brick wall and one by a web of police tape.

Door puts her hand to the wall, plastered with old band posters and pictures of missing pets (and the occasional missing teenager) and says, "This'll be harder than the way I usually take people in, but hand in hand for so many would be.... funny, actually. But it would take a while."

At which point the wall begins to glow lightly, forming the vague shape of an entranceway. "You'll feel me touch your shoulder; that's just to make sure you all end up in the right place on the other side." After a glance at the assembled teenagers, she adds, "You might want to close your eyes as you go through. People see... things. Sometimes."

[OOC - open! And up late, so feel free to lateping in the morning if you like.]