Elijah Johnson (healingmedic) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-09-08 14:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, char: elijah johnson, char: lisa turpin, char: mandy brocklehurst, location: v-bar, time: 2009 09 |
RP: Exploring the Neighborhood
Who: Elijah and OPEN (multiples welcome)
When: Friday, September 8, evening
Where: V-Bar
What: Eli stops by V-Bar to acquaint himself with the locals.
Warnings: None? TBD
It had been more than a bit strange wandering through Diagon Alley and then Victory Road, looking into the windows of the shops and going into ones he wanted to see more of right away and making a mental list of the ones he wanted to check out when he had a bit more time. He'd worked an early morning shift at St. Mungo's today, which had him off early enough to explore before the stores closed up for the night. After Eli reached the end of Victory Road, picking up some rather interesting sounding candy from Honeydukes (it was so strange how different it was here compared to wizarding New York even. Perhaps as different as their muggle counterparts, he supposed) to send to Abigail (his sister might have been a couple years older than him, but she was still a kid at heart), he wandered back up the road to V-Bar.
He didn't plan to drink, but he wanted to people watch, to get a feel for his new neighbors, for the magical community so different and yet so similar to the one he'd all but abandoned nearly eight years ago. It was strange to be in a place where he could openly use his magic again, where he didn't feel he needed to constantly be looking over his shoulder. There were other reasons he was looking over his shoulder now, but he tried to ignore that impulse, recognizing the symptoms for what they were. His life seemed to be a constant cycle of managing his PTSD and finding reasons to get up every morning, but he was getting through it. And until this summer, when he'd first come to London to meet Archie's family, he'd been doing a lot better. He had hope he'd get there again.
When Eli went into the bar, it seemed several others had the same idea. The weather was still nice enough and it was late enough that many were likely done with work for the day but not so late that the Friday night party crowds were out yet--the best time for people watching, in his opinion. He went to the bar and bought a drink, non-alcoholic, and then took it to a small table in a corner, sitting with his back to the walls. He was rather proud of how relaxed he appeared, though the lack of a rowdy crowd helped.