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[gearsof.livejournal.com]

He had to wonder how it was that, if no one save a very, very select few could leave Whitechapel, he kept ending up elsewhere. Indeed, this wasn't the steam-driven, smog-choked section of city he called home. This was somewhere else entirely - and startlingly modern in comparison to the Victorian England he was so used to.

It was unseemly of him, but he found himself staring - tall buildings all steel and glass towered over him, and over that lay the clearest sky he'd seen in his entire life. The sun was bright, brighter that it had ever been in Whitechapel, with its constant overhang of smoke. All the better, he supposed, that he was wearing his usual attire, complete with dark glasses.

Alabaster stood alone on the street, a tall figure in smoke black stark against the clean, polished world he now found himself in. There seemed to be no one around. This city, if it was indeed a city and not some ludicrous dream, appeared to be deserted.

He reached into the pocket of his coat, fishing out a pocket watch. In this alien place, was Grandfather Clock - his God, and God over Whitechapel - still watching him through the clockface? Or had the connection been severed with his sudden disappearance?

Such things would be answered in due time, he told himself. For now, there was only the question of getting back. It wouldn't do to have Grandfather Clock's elite agent up and vanish in the middle of a rebellion, now would it?

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[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

The girl only paused long enough to take a deep swig of coffee (and without sugar this time, the brave soul) and savor the taste, before she set the mug on the counter.

"If nothing else, we should try getting you a little more accustomed to this place, and that means going back out." She folded her arms across her chest, giving Alabaster a scrutinizing glance from head to toe. "Although you might look a little out of place out there. Well, we'll just have to improvise."

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

"A tour wouldn't be unwelcome," came the reply as Alabaster sipped on his own drink thoughtfully. He took a moment to look at how he was dressed in comparison to his companion - fashion had certainly changed in the last hundred-and-some-odd years. He would indeed look, as she put it, a little out of place, even without his sleeves rolled up. "Perhaps a disguise of sorts would be pertinent."

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

"There are a few men's clothes here, but..." Saga sighed and shook her head. "Just from observation, they might be too small for you, except maybe the jacket. But that leaves everything else... so! I guess we're going shopping!"

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Alabaster quirked an eyebrow. He never did any shopping at home, so going shopping here would prove to be a new experience in every way. "It's a good enough place to start as any."

((Maybe we should start a new thread for their shopping trip so we don't stretch the post too badly?))