3/5 - Leicester Square

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Various members of the school trip are on a pub crawl... or rather, a hunt for the Watcher's Council, 14 Leicester Square.

They've gotten a tip from a crystal ball, and are looking for a sign.

And possibly? Tweed.


[play not to start until 5:45pm EST]

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty stood on the street looking around. "What did Xander say? 14 Leicester Square?"

[ooc: Gah! RL! It Sucks me away again! Just establishing Marty being here]

[chasingangela]

"I think so?" Angela said, squinting at a bank of electronic billboards. "The addresses aren't marked that well."

She shook her head. "Somehow, this is not the kind of neighborhood where I imagined old tweedy guys."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Only if they were old tweedy party guys," Parker agreed, taking a shot with her camera phone. "Look for the number, and look for that pub, people! It's got to be around her somewhere."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia looked around. "Well, there are kind of a lot of restaurants and pubs around here,"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander came back from around the corner of a building, shaking his head. "That's 13 and three quarters. Who the hell has a quarter of an address?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Who the hell ever heard of ninety percent of this stuff?" Rory asked practically, pulling her coat more tightly around herself.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Walter and everybody are all really great people." Said Pippi.

"But they only have four channels and they drink their beer warm... So... Wacky addresses? Not surprising."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Right. So. Good thing we had a crystal ball warmed up and working after all." Parker tapped her foot on the curb, scanning the street with a frown. "Pub, pub, pub, another pub, and huge surprise, pub. Remind me to drinking after this."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Well thank you," Walter said, following behind Pippi. "And most people have full addresses, thank you very much."

Four channels? Great Britain had come along since Walter's day. He looked around for a pub that matched Pippi's sketch.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Maybe we can find a kiosk with a map?" Blair peered at a door for a minute trying to figure out the address. "Does England have kiosks?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Warm beer?" Nadia murmured cheerfully to Walter. "Heathen."

She looked at the sketch, then started looking at the signs for a match.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"I'll go eat blood pudding with you later to make up for it." She grinned at Walter.

Also keeping an eye out for the sign.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor grimaced and continued looking, using his camcorder to take in the various sights while he was at it. After all, no one would suspect an innocent tourist of anything. Right?

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi spotted a familiar sign (http://static.flickr.com/43/108279978_5b5727a426.jpg?v=0).

"Hey!" she said pointing. "That's the place! (http://static.flickr.com/52/108267143_b09bd5e8b9.jpg?v=0)"

[chasingangela]

"Really?" Angela said, a little dubious. But Pippi seemed so sure...

"Let's go," she said, and began shouldering her way through the crowd in the square to the door of the pub.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory followed her, and tried not to choke too badly on the smoke. "Oh dear God, the fumes." She glanced around at the group. "Directions, yes? Who do we ask?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Bartender." Parker stood still, and her head fell back, and she sighed happily, inhaling the nic fumes. "Give me a minute."

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor coughed a little, and squinted as a particularly nasty cloud blew into his eyes. "Hey, watch it, please!" he called to whoever had blown the smoke.

[fh_extras]

"Sorry kid." Says a gravely English voice. This guy looks like a better looking version of that grumpy fireman who works at the Fandom Clinic.

"Would you like one of mine?" he asks Parker. A pack of silk cuts is held out to Parker.


[[ooc: Vic, you green?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker sent her friends a furtive look, and made gimme-fingers at the guy. "Oh yes. Hi. Please."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia put up a hand to try to block Parker. He'd seen this guy earlier in Camden Market, and he'd seemed pretty . . . off, then.

"Better not," he said calmly, then turned to Constantine. "She's trying to quit."

Yes, he's risking the wrath of Parker, but you don't accept cigarettes from guys who talk to thin air.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I totally forgot to disguise him, so yeah, he's still green. Oops. :p]

[chasingangela]

Something about the smoking man makes the hair on the back of Angela's neck rise. Or maybe not him, but something ... around him?

She decides it's just all the weirdness around her affecting her brain and closes her eyes, taking a few deep breaths to center herself. The smoke sends her into a coughing fit, which almost chases away thoughts of the smoking man.

Almost.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter took a deep breath. Who needed a cigarette? She put her hands on Victor's hips and guided him farther into the pub toward the bar. "The bartender should be helpful. For a tip."

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor let himself be lead, and when they reached the bar he ordered a soda. He was surprised when he wasn't given any ice to go with it, and asked Walter about it.