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[iliketodruitt]

John wasn't sure what the island normally looked like, having arrived after it changed, but he was conflicted about its current appearance. The Victorian period held one of the happier times of his life, but also one of the darkest. He was thankful that there was no Whitechapel here, already it was hard enough to be here. It seemed as if half

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[shewaswarned]

Ellen's not entirely overwhelmed by the sudden change in the weather - or in the transformation from island huts to a London city overnight. If anything, it reminds her more of home than ever and leaves her with a bittersweet feeling. She'd arrived with a winter coat on, after all, but when she'd gone to try and recover it from the depths of her closet, she'd only found herself with armfuls of dresses, corsets, petticoats and jackets. By some miracle she'd managed to figure out how to put them on correctly - and maybe it was all the period films she'd watched over the years, but she also finds a way to wear the corset without the feeling of being asphyxiated.

Navigating the streets in a pair of high-heeled boots is a breeze. She's had enough practice doing that at home. Doing it while carrying a heavy skirt is another story entirely. She's so busy concentrating that she isn't sure whether or not the man is addressing her as she focuses on stepping around a patch of black ice.

"Pardon?" she asks, looking up at him.

[shewaswarned]

"To my knowledge," Ellen says, "but then again, it didn't come without some initially disastrous side effects."

The destruction of the Ferris wheel, for example, was something that happened as a result, but she still doubts it was completely intentional.