balletrat: (smallsmilemeg)
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*Meg's only been to New York once before, and that time she entered through Midtown.

The section of town that holds the empty warehouse where Angel makes his headquarters is a little different - a little shabbier, less neon, less crowded, less noisy. Most of the street corners have a resident, and the shops are smaller and more eclectic.

It's the future, still, and there are cars and traffic lights and all manner of things that set it apart from 1884. But it looks a little more like the cities that Meg's used to, nonetheless; and as she walks through, her face breaks into a small, half-wistful smile.*

Date: 2006-08-04 03:47 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (OTP 2)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
So.

*Andrew swings their joined hands, grinning.*

What d'you want to do?

Date: 2006-08-04 03:57 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (knowing)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
Shopping it is, then. *He beams.* And then maybe after that -- I know where we can get theatre tickets.

Date: 2006-08-04 04:21 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (grownupsmile)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
*Andrew beams some more.* I mean, we'll have to see what's available -- but there should be something.

So what kind of thing d'you want to get Amy?

Date: 2006-08-04 04:34 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (confiding)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
Hmmm.

She's from a world where magic's known, right?

Date: 2006-08-04 04:51 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (contemplative)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
So possibly something technological could be written off as magic?

*He considers.*

Maybe we'd better stick with something not too obvious, though.

Date: 2006-08-04 02:15 pm (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (telling you)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
Hmmm.

*They're walking up the street as they talk, sidestepping the occasional pedestrian -- this part of town isn't terribly crowded.*

Or maybe it should be something useful that they can't get there. 'Cause, I mean, something elegant-looking they probably already have.

Date: 2006-08-04 06:21 pm (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (yeah um about that...)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
That was the idea, yeah. Like, um ....

*He frowns.*

Can't be anything electronic, though, they won't have power to run it.

Date: 2006-08-04 06:50 pm (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (raised eyebrow)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
Could be worth trying....

Tell you what, how about we just window-shop and see if anything strikes you as a good idea?

Date: 2006-08-04 07:20 pm (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (confiding)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
Oh, right -- this'll be your first time taking the subway.

*He grins.*

Ready?

Date: 2006-08-06 03:59 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (pretentious)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
I guararantee no Loompas, *he assures her as they descend the stairs.*

*A young boy passing them on his way up the stairs gives them a weird look at that, but passes on.*

Date: 2006-08-06 04:09 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (serious 2)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
All through. See, here --

*He leads her over to a map on the wall. Two maps, actually: one a street map of the neighborhood upstairs, one the color-coded map of the subway system.*

We're here, and here's where we want to get to, so --

Date: 2006-08-06 04:45 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (grownupsmile)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
Right -- one crosstown and one uptown.

*He grins at her.*

I've got an unlimited Metrocard, so let's go ahead and buy you one --

Date: 2006-08-06 05:29 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (look out now)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
*Andrew's not quite as good at maintaining his balance, but he's had some practice by now.*

Two more stops....

Date: 2006-08-06 05:47 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (smile 2)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
Yes. And probably to the theatre too, if we get that far.

Date: 2006-08-07 03:34 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (confiding)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
It's definitely got its advantages.

*A six-year-old child with cornrowed hair is giving Meg and Andrew a You Are Both Weirdos look; his mother pulls him closer by the arm and mutters something along the lines of It's Rude To Stare At Strangers.*

Date: 2006-08-07 04:25 pm (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (knowing)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
...You know, you may be the first tourist ever to say that about New York.

*They disembark in a rush of other commuters, and make their way up to street level.*

*Andrew ushers Meg out the door, and waves one arm in a broad gesture at the space before them where two wide avenues intersect on a sharp diagonal, surrounded by towering buildings and shouting billboards and noise and lights and people of every description.*


Times Square.

Date: 2006-08-08 02:59 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (smiling down)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
*Andrew's watching her, and grinning a little.*

What d'ya think?

Date: 2006-08-08 03:25 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (OTP 2)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
When was that?

*He takes her hand again, and they start meandering up Broadway, sidestepping a sidewalk vendor selling framed paintings of the New York skyline against fantastical backgrounds of planets and stars.*

Date: 2006-08-23 04:40 pm (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (so very blue)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
Right. That's ...

... that's gonna be in four or five months.

*He looks a little blank, for a moment.*

Date: 2006-08-23 05:18 pm (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (grownupsmile)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
Yeah.

*He shakes his head a little, as though to clear it, and says with a sudden grin:*

I know where we should go.

Date: 2006-08-23 05:25 pm (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (pretentious)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
Right this way.

The owner's a friend of mine, sort of.

*Yeah, that'd be Option B.*

Date: 2006-08-23 05:42 pm (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (grownupsmile)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
*Five or six blocks up Broadway, and there's plenty to gawk at; then down a side street, and he stops at a small storefront with a black awning that reads Alcina's Things in swirly purple and silver letters.*

Aaand ... here we are.

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