o5 ɂ voice + private

[mattersverymuch]

-- Oxford Circus. Join me.

[He starts without explanation, because the person he's addressing knows exactly who she is, and then laughs.]

Have you ever played with pigeons? Slower, messier. Rats are quicker and cleverer but have the disadvantage of short legs and no wings. Although I imagine they'd make things more interesting regardless. Rats generally do.

Would never have let that happen. That's why pigeons are second choice. You're welcome, by the way. Again. It was a lovely few days. Practically a holiday. Even though I nearly got injured.

[private: dean]

You deserved that, retroactively.

[private: castiel]

[pleasantly:] In the future, find an alternate solution.


( ooc; mornington crescent. and though he's inviting iris in specifically, he left it open so that a) people familiar could try to beat him and b) people unfamiliar could ask about it. fair warning: he knows a lot more stations than you do. )

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[mattersverymuch]

Actual crocodiles. [No, sadly. But he grins like a snake at that - New Cross indeed - and answers with the location of sale. Which Iris may or may not know about, but.] Moorgate.

Only the ones with something to get out of the interaction.

[routemistress]

...Oh. Really. Tower Hill.

[Which alludes to Faction Paradox, their own alternate pocket-universe London, and the location of their gateway, a short walk from Moorgate.]

I 'ope you counted all your fingers twice afterwards, sweetheart. Them ravens'll nip off your bits sooner'n look at you.

[mattersverymuch]

Really. But that's why you like them. They look nice and bite quick. [Just like some people he could mention.] And their necks are so - wringable. In fact, I'd stay there for a minute just to enjoy that, but: Piccadilly Circus. The indirect route.

[routemistress]

Oh aye. But stand in a strong light when you talk to ravens of that colour, poppet; when they stick their necks out they usually pull 'em back with more'n you offered.

[She grins.]

Regent's Park. Been out in the sunlight lately?

[mattersverymuch]

Preston Road. I always stand in sunlight, lady, at least the figurative kind. Certainly enough to cast shadow.

[He'd ask if she's seen darkness lately, but he knows. Hence all of this.]

[routemistress]

[She inclines her head, both relieved and a little impressed; for a shot in the dark that was a suspiciously good hit. Not many people know about the Faction's ways with shadows.]

Temple.

[And that's not a shot in the dark, though it might be below the belt.]

[mattersverymuch]

[For the briefest fragment of a second his expression clouds, before lifting into a standard smirk.]

Marble Arch. But you knew that. On to Snaresbrook. [Which is slightly a warning.]

[routemistress]

[Iris grins, unrepentant; but her next move is a sideways shift away from sensitive ground, all the same.]

I know a lot of things, lovey. Cockfosters.

[mattersverymuch]

So you do. White City, if you can manage it. The concept of information trade is not dead here, as an aside.

[routemistress]

You raise a good point, Marquis my dear. Camden Town. Didn't we 'ave fun at the market there, that night?

[mattersverymuch]

I always have fun at the Market. [A pause, and.] More than usual, yes. Did you find use for those dreams? Pinner and Hatch End.

[routemistress]

Ooh, I did, Marquis love. One I shared - wild geese. You wouldn't've liked it. Bit feathery for your taste.

[She smirks, but briefly, before her eyes sharpen. Serious business is being talked, now; White City having alluded to London's most famous prison and Camden Town to its most eclectic markets.]

One I traded, later. Solved a tricky case for me.

Shepherd's Bush Market.

[She makes an open-handed gesture, as a stallholder might make over their range of goods.]

[mattersverymuch]

Bit feathery for anyone's taste. [It's not his fault you don't have any, Iris.]

[His eyes flicker back and forth, moving quickly. This feels like home. This feels like working. Shepherd's Bush as he knows it is strange and mutable and dangerous. Fitting, for her.]

Arsenal. Always nice to come across a good trade.

[Something useful would be nice.]