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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]

Saga ignored the suggestion for now (no matter how badly she wanted to obey it), opting to move past him and open a drawer under the microwave. A large roll of ace bandages lay there, which she drew out and offered to him.

"I meant what I said." She looked up, meeting his eyes as best as she could. "If I... sleep now, I won't wake up for two days."

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

He took them, meeting her gaze. "Then go. If anything, you've earned it." Then, as an afterthought, "I promise not to burn the place down." There was food, there was reading material. He would be fine for a measly two days.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

The girl nodded; that simple act might have been her undoing, or perhaps she had just been maintaining her posture until Alabaster had assured her that he would cope. Whatever it was, she only made it two steps towards her room before her eyes closed and her legs gave out.

Hey, at least the floor was comfortable.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Alabaster had to wonder how many times she'd gone through this, only to fall on the floor and lay there for days at a time. As much as he hated leaving her there, his first priority was cleaning himself up.

When he was satisfied that he wouldn't bleed all over her, he carefully scooped her up and carried her to her bed, taking the time to bandage her own bloodied fingers and clean off what grime he could from their encounter on the street. That done, he shut her bedroom door behind him and plopped down on the couch, contemplating how to pass the next couple of days.