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[darkest_hunter]

It was still disconcerting, waking up to the sun on his face. Disconcerting. And fabulous. So fabulous, he lay there for a full ten minutes before stirring, just enjoying the warmth on his skin and the peace that could only come from a good night's sleep. Since coming here his days had been spent in sunlight, his nights free of Ambrose's dreams -

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[ffyddlon]

Gwen's not really fond of trying to do patrols in a full gown and a parasol and she's managed to coax the box into giving her men's trousers and braces along with a billowy shirt that does well enough. She did manage to get the corset on outside it and she feels half pirate and half Dickens and she thinks it sort of works, at least for work.

She's heading back to go do paperwork with a mug of tea in hand when she stops short and almost runs right into someone, apologies at the ready.

"Bloody...damn, Nick, I didn't see you there. I'm sorry."

[darkest_hunter]

His hands went out immediately to steady her when they collided then dropped within seconds when he realized she wasn't about to hit the ground. "It's my bad, Gwen. I was trying to figure out where the hell I was and wasn't looking."

He took one look at her outfit and shook his head with a hint of a smile. "Nice combination, functional and feminine?"

[ffyddlon]

"You don't think it's ridiculous? I was trying to get something that wasn't a bustle so I could actually do my patrols," Gwen says, laughing a little. "Though I have to say, the corset does things that gravity hasn't allowed for years. It's fantastic."

[darkest_hunter]

Nick looked around the buildings and what he could only call fake people then looked back at her. "Relatively speaking, no. Not ridiculous at all." He'd tried not to notice the corset, but he was only...well, he'd been human once and some things just didn't die, apparently. He was actively trying not to notice it anymore. "I think I know what a bustle is and, yeah, can't imagine that'd be an easy thing to walk around with, especially if anyone decided to pull a little shit."

[rage_andlove]

It's all so fucking weird. The clothes that he's in. His prosthetic, suddenly made of brass, heavier, cogs and wheels and gears. It keeps throwing his balance off. He keeps stumbling. He's got fingerless gloves on, hands cupped around the spark of a short, foul smelling cigarette. He's got a cap tugged on his hair.

He looks like something from Oliver fuckin' Twist.

"Hey, Nick," he calls, but he daren't pick up speed to catch up.

[darkest_hunter]

Nick turned at the familiar voice and stopped. He turned back and made short work of the distance between them. "Tunny, man. How y'doin? You believe this shit?"

[rage_andlove]

"No," says Tunny, but that's true of a lot of his life in this fucking place. He shifts his weight and keeps walking and tries not to lose his step on the fucking cobbles.

"You should see my fuckin' leg, man."

[darkest_hunter]

"If it's anything like my sword, I can only imagine. Not to mention we all look like we stepped out of some Dickens shit or something. Someone said in snowed here at Christmas, this," he said with a wave of his hand, "is a bit more than just snow."

[waltsnothereman]

The island was so changed this time around, with so much to do and so many logistics to work out, that Wanda was even more distracted than usual. As far as things went around there, it was going to be a pretty fun month, she'd determined, at least if she could get the hang of learning how to dress like a woman all over again in a timely enough manner. For now, bundled hastily up in skirts and a coat, she was just getting the lay of Victorian London, distractedly wandering up the roads and scribbling notes as she went until she nearly walked right into someone.

"Woah, you're one of the real ones," she said as she looked up in surprise. With the strangely intangible natives filling the cityscape up (and don't think she wasn't going to look into them thoroughly later on), she'd sort of taken to ignoring anyone she didn't immediately recognize. "My bad."

[darkest_hunter]

Nick snorted and reached out to steady the woman. "Real enough, I guess. Got to admit I'm a bit glad you see them, too. I was starting to think the place was crawling with Shades. And that would not be a fun thing at all."

[waltsnothereman]

"Shades?" Wanda repeated, actually writing the word down out of habit before she caught herself and tucked her pencil into one of her coat pockets. "Some kind of nasty from home, I take it. Don't worry, no hallucinations here, hon. Unless we're all crazy, which, to be honest, I still haven't entirely ruled out."

[darkest_hunter]

Nick snickered at that one. "I'd been wondering if my whole life wasn't one big paranoid delusion for a long time before I even came here. This is just another in a long list of crazy. As for the Shades? They're only nasty is their own existences. Usually they're not seen by..people." He caught himself before he could say humans.