The Cryptozoologist's Field Guide, Thursday, Per 2
Thursday, April 9th, 2020 12:38 amProm was tomorrow, so Liam and Verity figured a class spent fighting things would be a good idea to help work off any potential nervous energy.
Walking into the Danger Shop, the class would find themselves on a train station platform while a giant steam locomotive - the Southern Pacific Railway's darling flagship train, The Flying Pussyfoot - idled next to it. Porters bustled back and forth with luggage, while passengers lined up to board, laughing and talking and checking their belongings. They were all dressed in clothing fashionable nearly a hundred years ago. Well, not their teachers, one of whom was a calm spot in the chaos of the station, while the other was drinking coffee like she was in a competition to reach the bottom first.
Don't judge her. Her or her wonderful, life-giving coffee.
( (Liam was absolutely judging her, but he'd claim he had a special husbandly dispensation that permitted him to do so.) )
And there was plenty of silver around if they knew where to look, including a car carrying silver from the US Mint if they felt like searching around. Weapons were also available, whether they wanted real ones or create something makeshift from their surroundings. "Don't worry about protecting the livestock car," Verity added. "My great-grandma's in there with knives and a hankering to kill anything that might hurt her precious horse, Baby. Otherwise, unless you have questions--" she shooed them all away. "Go hit stuff."
Walking into the Danger Shop, the class would find themselves on a train station platform while a giant steam locomotive - the Southern Pacific Railway's darling flagship train, The Flying Pussyfoot - idled next to it. Porters bustled back and forth with luggage, while passengers lined up to board, laughing and talking and checking their belongings. They were all dressed in clothing fashionable nearly a hundred years ago. Well, not their teachers, one of whom was a calm spot in the chaos of the station, while the other was drinking coffee like she was in a competition to reach the bottom first.
Don't judge her. Her or her wonderful, life-giving coffee.
( (Liam was absolutely judging her, but he'd claim he had a special husbandly dispensation that permitted him to do so.) )
And there was plenty of silver around if they knew where to look, including a car carrying silver from the US Mint if they felt like searching around. Weapons were also available, whether they wanted real ones or create something makeshift from their surroundings. "Don't worry about protecting the livestock car," Verity added. "My great-grandma's in there with knives and a hankering to kill anything that might hurt her precious horse, Baby. Otherwise, unless you have questions--" she shooed them all away. "Go hit stuff."