[Hailing a cab proved impossible, so Sebatian Moran is stuck on the Tube. And the damned car has come to a halt. The lights are off, only the emergency lights visible. Because that's precisely what his day-- week--
what his year needed to be complete.]
God fuckin' damn it.
Hoped some things had changed at least.
[It's took dark to even see his book properly, so he can't just settle in with that. Maybe it is time to go digital. Then he'd have a screen brightness to increase.]
4)
['What is the first line of your favourite poem?'
It's a stupid little prompt, but he's here to get into the spirit of the event. Besides, he's orienting himself with the community. Which is why his card leaves him open for men or women. If asked, he'd happily announce that he believes firmly in equal opportunity.
So, he flashes a bit of a smile.]
'Tyger! Tyger! burning bright.'
You?
6)
[Sebastian hasn't done his own shopping in about two years. Since then, he's always just had to write up a list and leave it posted to the icebox. Then, his kitchen would be stocked, everything already put away.
But he's on a budget now -- rather a tight one until he gets some proper work.
And he's in a brand new supermarket. And completely lost.]
Sorry. Do you work here?
[The first person who looks like they might pass as an employee will have to deal with the question.]
I'm looking for the coffee aisle.
7)
[He couldn't have tea.
It seemed like the worst thing possible for Sebastian. He didn't particularly like sugar, so Coke and its ilk were long out. He couldn't drink alcohol. Then, tea was taken from him. So he had a glass of water with his meal.
Which isn't awful, but--
He's dialling numbers as he eats, reaching out to members of the supernatural community to try and find someone who knows something about lifting this damn curse. A consequence, he supposes, for mouthing off to the wrong witch when the one he works for isn't around to back him up.]
Sebastian Moran | Sherlock Holmes | shapeshifter
[Hailing a cab proved impossible, so Sebatian Moran is stuck on the Tube. And the damned car has come to a halt. The lights are off, only the emergency lights visible. Because that's precisely what his day-- week--
what his year needed to be complete.]
God fuckin' damn it.
Hoped some things had changed at least.
[It's took dark to even see his book properly, so he can't just settle in with that. Maybe it is time to go digital. Then he'd have a screen brightness to increase.]
4)
['What is the first line of your favourite poem?'
It's a stupid little prompt, but he's here to get into the spirit of the event. Besides, he's orienting himself with the community. Which is why his card leaves him open for men or women. If asked, he'd happily announce that he believes firmly in equal opportunity.
So, he flashes a bit of a smile.]
'Tyger! Tyger! burning bright.'
You?
6)
[Sebastian hasn't done his own shopping in about two years. Since then, he's always just had to write up a list and leave it posted to the icebox. Then, his kitchen would be stocked, everything already put away.
But he's on a budget now -- rather a tight one until he gets some proper work.
And he's in a brand new supermarket. And completely lost.]
Sorry. Do you work here?
[The first person who looks like they might pass as an employee will have to deal with the question.]
I'm looking for the coffee aisle.
7)
[He couldn't have tea.
It seemed like the worst thing possible for Sebastian. He didn't particularly like sugar, so Coke and its ilk were long out. He couldn't drink alcohol. Then, tea was taken from him. So he had a glass of water with his meal.
Which isn't awful, but--
He's dialling numbers as he eats, reaching out to members of the supernatural community to try and find someone who knows something about lifting this damn curse. A consequence, he supposes, for mouthing off to the wrong witch when the one he works for isn't around to back him up.]