A Pink Corner House, Bristol, Friday Morning
The portal dropped them off early Friday morning; Mitchell was never going to get around how strangely time acted when it came to moving between Bristol and Fandom, but at least there seemed to be some kind of method to the madness.
Maybe he'd take it up with Portalocity at some point.
The portal dropped them off in a nearby alley, two streets away from the house. The sun was just starting to peek its head 'round, casting a smattering of early, golden rays on the mostly empty streets. Mitchell set a brisk pace, and soon enough was rounding the corner into his street. "Almost there," he said, nodding towards the pink house at the end.
[[ for she who be there ]]
Maybe he'd take it up with Portalocity at some point.
The portal dropped them off in a nearby alley, two streets away from the house. The sun was just starting to peek its head 'round, casting a smattering of early, golden rays on the mostly empty streets. Mitchell set a brisk pace, and soon enough was rounding the corner into his street. "Almost there," he said, nodding towards the pink house at the end.
[[ for she who be there ]]