Who: Gen and John Where: London What: Taking a look around London and getting into trouble When: Early afternoon Rating: TBD Open: No Status: Unfinished Gen felt pretty. She had spent almost an hour deciding what to wear. It had been a game. The way little girls often dressed up in their mothers' clothing. The result was not much different. Growing up on an island without time and an inability to focus on anything than bare survival had kept Gen from developing an earth like sense for fashion. The young witch did not know which item belonged to which area. Usually, she dressed in whatever made her feel comfortable. Loose jeans and sweatshirts were her favourite. But every now and then she decided on something special. Today it was a colorfully striped sweater cropped quite short and with a turtleneck. Alongside it, she wore a long skirt with white dots on a red background. For modern human eyes, it had the flair of the 60s. Gen knew nothing about it. Underneath she wore orange tights and white heavy sneakers. She liked sneakers. These were the only shoes Gen ever wore. Most female shoes were a trap in her opinion. How women did not constantly fall over in high heels was a miracle to her? Maybe they had super powers.
People were looking at them oddly as the pair was walking down the streets. The tall man in the trench coat and the small woman who did not even wear a jacket and looked like she had grabbed her whole outfit out of a second hand shop within two minutes.