Where does one find a MAP around here?! [Open]

[zeevofbristol]

Characters: George and anybody out and about. Multithreads welcome
Time: Early evening, timed shortly after arriving.
Location: Walking away from the gate, and looking for the Hard Rock Motel
Content: Newly arrived werewolf who's decidedly lost and very out of his depth at the moment.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Expect random high pitched cries of

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[notphlegm]

Harry had patched her up better than she could have imagined, and what he hadn't achieved, the hospital had. Fleur decided it was time to stop laying in bed and to get out again. She dressed in a new outfit she bought just to make herself feel better.

Despite knowing that the creature was dead, and wouldn't come back for her, Fleur took slow, cautious steps. Her knuckles blanched from the grip on her wand, she chewed anxiously on her lip. Perhaps... Perhaps it had been a mistake to wander without Harry. But then she had to mentally smack herself for thinking that, she didn't need an escort. She was a Triwizard Champion. She couldn't have Bill or Harry or anyone escort her for the rest of her life.

She wasn't sure how far she was by the time she came across someone else. Someone that wasn't a hollow shell like most of the strange people around. "'Allo... Are you lost?" she called out to him in her strong french accent, her wand ready to defend at a moment's notice.

[zeevofbristol]

George turned and was surprised by her. He had tried asking a few people already and couldn't get much a response for some reason. Upon hearing the accent he brightened and nodded, "Oui, je suis perdue. Pardon, ou est le motel de 'Hard Rock?'"

[notphlegm]

Fleur's eyes lit up when he spoke back to her in French. Still, she kept a wary eye on him as she walked closer. "Oui! I was just on my way back there... Would you like me to show you the way?" she cooed.

[zeevofbristol]

George beamed back at that, glad he guessed right. He could almost place the region she was from actually. And really he had to look pretty unassuming with his glasses, his spring jacket, shirt, trousers and trainers getup of his.

"D'accord, oui. I got turned around here, but I've been told it's a good place to go. Merci."

[wantsaporsche]

Alice had concluded that she was bored.

There was a reason that Chicago was not high up on her places to visit - it lacked a certain... je nais se qoui. It was hard to pinpoint, but Alice eventually deciphered that it wasn't as glamorous as, say, New York City or Los Angeles or practically anywhere in Europe. And while she could never glimpse that activity of certain cities in the bright daylight, the nightlife more than made of for it. Chicago, especially such a deserted Chicago, was sorely lacking.

It was why she was in the lobby of the Hard Rock Hotel, paging through a magazine. It was a very old magazine - the issue year was 1939 - but Alice had been struck by fashion nostalgia. (Honestly, she was looking for inspiration for some of her victims projects - so many people here were woefully fashion-backwards).

[zeevofbristol]

George had found a rather nice room, but he was in need of some supplies. At least it looked to be some weeks before the next full moon. He had time to plan and consider possible options.

He came down the stairs, and glanced around the lobby. Right, perhaps some tea to start. Though with the thought came the reminder of Annie and her bevy of teacups that she would leave lying all about the flat.

He noticed someone sitting with a magazine, and the age of the magazine made him walk over.

"You found that in the library?"

[wantsaporsche]

A strange scent caught Alice off-guard before George even walked further into the lobby, and she narrowed her eyes, looking up over the edge of the magazine with a suspicious look. It wasn't very strong, but it reminded her disturbingly of a wet dog - disgusting.

When George appeared, the smell got even stronger and Alice couldn't help but wrinkle her nose. At his question about her magazine though, she looked down at it and shook her head. "One of the stores around here is still stuck in the 1930s - I decided to take a glance at it."

[zeevofbristol]

George was about to answer with interest at the idea of a store lost in time when he caught her wrinkling her nose. It would be rather fascinating, but that expression stopped him in his tracks. He knew of one group that would react so strongly to people like him. Mitchell himself once said 'people like us know how to recognize people like you.' This was after Mitchell had rescued him from other vampires who had nearly beaten him to death simply for being a werewolf. Not to mention those horrible vampires that would cage werewolves and stage fights.

He had heard of vampires in the city, and his eyes narrowed in turn.

"I see, well how very interesting. Must bring back some fond memories for one like you I'm sure."