InsaneJournal

Who: Selene and Andy Gallagher.
What: Exploring and continuing to meet the 'locals'.
Where: Walking from the carnival to the gas station.
When: Day 17; around 2pm.
Rating: PG.
Status: Completed, kind of. Continued here.



It wasn't that she felt defenseless. Quite the contrary, as the vampire knew she could more than handle herself. But when one's carried a weapon of some sort on their person nearly every night for centuries they tended to feel a bit naked without one. Which was why the museum was still high on Selene's list of places to explore, as she was hoping to find an antique sword at the very least. She just had to try and do so when there weren't so many people around.

Obviously, a gas station wouldn't have anything like what she would look for in a museum. Her hope there was to find a pocketknife or even simple cutlery. Not so much for defense as just for general use. Past that, she just wanted to look around. Gas stations usually carried such random items it wasn't entirely impossible that she could find something that would be of real use to her. Or if not of use to her directly, perhaps of use to Remus. She was still trying to wrap her brain around the fact she was helping a werewolf. Hopefully it wouldn't come back to bite her in the ass.

Such serious thoughts made her sigh and she reached into her coat to pull out her journal as she walked, as much to distract herself as it was to flip back to Gambit's map to make sure she was headed the right direction. The vampire could have easily arrived at her destination by now but she was trying to pass for human. At least for now. That meant no seemingly appearing out of thin air because she could move so fast. Part of her was kind of irritated by that, as being dressed in black from head to toe tended to make her stand out in the daytime.