But There's No Place Like London!

[not_whales]

WHO: Dewi, Arthur, and Angel Bob
WHEN: Tuesday June 1st, 13:31, or for you Liberty folk - 8:31 am Shut up. It works.
WHERE: Liberty? No, this is London, England, at a lovely eatery called Pret A Manger outside of King's Cross Station.
WHAT: Distressed by the appearance of a weeping Angel, the author in distress calls upon THE DOCTOR his half-brother,

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[godsavemy]

It was all quite ridiculous now that he thought about it. Well, more like excruciatingly ridiculous, but to regard it like that was to beckon back the migraine that had been plaguing him since his own plane landed in Heathrow...was it a week ago? Mentally counting down the days in his head - since using one’s fingers like some other blokes was right childish - Arthur calculated with a grimace that he had only been in London for a wee bit over three days.

So three days of being in London meant it was one and a half day since he realised he was being doggedly followed by a living statue. A statue that was in his garden back in the States only days ago and honestly should not exist by reality’s standards

C-could your replies be any longer?

[not_whales]

The Welshman propped his plaid suitcase on its wheeled legs and readjusted the bow tie - a new favorite - suddenly cutting off the oxygen supply to his throat; he wasn't used to this different brand of humidity - Liberty was warmer, Wales wasn't as heavy. A man bound for King's Cross brushed roughly against Dewi's shoulder and knocked his glasses awry. He moved to correct them, but let them be at the realization that Arthur had asked him a question.

"Seven hours is far too long to be in the same place," he directed his eyes, one seemingly larger than the other with only one glassed frame in proper alignment. "I sat next to this god awful couple from Texas. Kept me up all night with their complaints about the European Coke not being 'sweet enough', or some nameless rubbish like that."

When he finally reset his spectacles, he realised the look on Arthur's face, and read that shiver of color in his eyes that said 'I don't really care.'

"R-right then. Shall we be off?"

I could try~

[godsavemy]

Though Arthur had called Dewi over to help, he didn’t really know what to do with him now that he was here. Should they just go about taking care of the dilemma at hand as soon as possible or...? Well, to be honest, Dewi’s presence or not, he didn’t exactly know where to even start to think about taking care of this Angel Bob problem. Would the statue comply or would they need to carefully lure it into a crate to send in the post...? Either way, he wasn’t all too fond of attempting to outwit the thing that was able to get in the cargo hold of a plane without anyone noticing.

Maybe they should just leave it be and hope for the best... Surely it wouldn’t do anything too radical...? Well, maybe if this was Liberty, but since this was was London--

A low ahem abruptly broke Arthur from his thoughts and drew his attention to the quizzical look on Dewi’s face. “O-oh. Pardon,” Arthur cleared his throat. “I was just...well, thinking about how to go about doing...this.” Even he hesitated at saying the words living statue hunt in public.

You suceed, my friend.

[not_whales]

The unconventional need to suddenly shuffle his feet was overwhelming. Dewi shifted his weight evenly onto his right leg, brought up the flat of his converse against his calf and scratched it. He rather looked like a very blue flamingo among a flock of suited and sweater-vested pigeons. And an angel. Wherever... Bob may be. Watching their reunion through cracks in the fingers covering his eyes.

"I'm not... sure, really. The way I see it, we should locate the angel, stuff it in a rather large box," he made hand gestures with the joint between his thumb and forefinger to imply the shape of a box. "And then we put it on a cargo ship and send it back to the States."