Who: John Blackfeather and Quorra Where: London, then Frisco When: Evening London/Afternoon San Fran What: Going to the beach! Warnings: Probably none?
Quorra had tugged on a jacket and made sure that Bit had food before she left, pocketing her keys and walking to the intersection where, according to the listing on the website, there was a portkey to San Fransisco. She was a little worried, after all, she'd been told that 'home' wouldn't be the same. Which was why she was only going near home, but not to the exact place. The same state was close enough, and the ocean would be a little comfort, even if it wasn't the same as the Sea of Simulation.
She perched herself on a bench to wait for John, not minding the chill in the air at all.