Gathering Post

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The Queen's official birthday celebrations might wait for the better, brighter weather of June, instead of the actual date just passed, but there was no lack of things to do in London this week, even if it was cooler and damper than the week before. St. George's day festivities were scattered throughout the city, competing with celebrations of the four hundredth anniversary of Shakespeare's death. Getting around the city could be even more difficult than usual on Sunday, with multiple streets closed off for the London marathon.

There were exhibits - everything from graphic design to a survey of Sicilian history to the influence of underwear. And the same level of diversity could be found whether you were in the mood for music, theatre, good food, or late night fun. There was something for everyone, and no matter your plans - or lack of plans - you never quite knew what you were going to find, or who might find you.



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[jageskro]

"It's probably busy tonight, if it's just down the road," Jag remarked with an amused smile. But he didn't mind chancing it; he didn't mind the crowd, he was just wary of going somewhere they might not get a couple of seats. Val grew tired so easily, these days.

[hollow_moon]

"Fair point," Val frowned. "...Could go back to mine? Order in?" he offered.

[jageskro]

"Sounds like a plan," Jag easily agreed, and started walking towards Val's home, his arm still around him. "Do you want us to stop at a phone shop on our way?"

[hollow_moon]

"Hmm? Oh, yes, that's a good idea," Val nodded, having already forgotten about the phone again. The wolf was drowsy now, but awake enough that it had perked up and zeroed in on the prospect of food.

Val hadn't changed during the last full moon, so in control now that he'd dared not to, but they were so entwined now, both always awake as one, that he knew the wolf thought him selfish for not letting it roam.

For a lack of a better term, the creature seemed to have cabin fever, which meant that Val himself seemed somewhat antsy and wound tight.

"I nearly went to the dog park today," he admitted as they walked. "I so badly wanted to just- Run. Chase. ...My mortal form isn't up for a jog, but- The wolf is. If I could have thought of a good way to change back once I was done, without being seen, I think I really would have gone."

[jageskro]

Jag frowned thoughtfully, then asked Val, "Have you got anything important going on tomorrow morning?"

[hollow_moon]

"I don't think so, no- Why?" Val asked.

[jageskro]

"Change of plans," Jag stated with a smile. "Quick snap, then we're driving off to the countryside." Yes, he was willing to brave the horror of London traffic to do this for Val. "You can nap in the car. Then run however much you like once we find some nice, unprotected woods."

[hollow_moon]

Val visibly perked up at that, then smiled.

"Really? You wouldn't mind driving out all that way?" he asked.

[jageskro]

"Of course not," Jag shook his head, glad that the thought pleased Val. "I miss the road. I just need to ring Em before we go." In case she needed anything, and to let her know. Just because time had passed since she had been shot did not mean that Jag thought that she was safe.

[hollow_moon]

Val nodded a bit, then smiled. "We can take the jaguar. She could use a good run. Have you driven a convertible before? It's quite enjoyable."

[jageskro]

Jag had to smile, and then chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I haven't driven a convertible before. Let's do that, but I'll blame it on you if I'm caught speeding."

[hollow_moon]

Grinning, Val kissed his cheek, then laughed softly.

"I'll take full responsibility," he promised. "There's a tent somewhere, in one of my closets. We could camp out if you like. Pack some food, build a little fire..."

The idea of being out in the wild seemed to have given him a little spark of energy, and he happily chatted away as they made their way back to his.

[jageskro]

"Sounds like a plan," Jag confirmed with a grin, but then he nodded at a window they were passing. "Hey, phone shop."

[hollow_moon]

"Oh, right. Won't be a moment," he promised, heading inside.

True to his word, he was back in a few minutes, a small shopping back in one hand and his new phone in the other.

"I've lost all my bloody contacts," he sighed. "It's going to take forever to get them all back."

[jageskro]

"Didn't you have them saved anywhere? I hear clouds are all the rage," Jag stated with raised eyebrows. Not that he knew much about it; he still had a dumbphone, and was very happy with it.

[hollow_moon]

"Oh, no. I never risk saving to the cloud," Val replied, shaking his head. "It's alright though, your number can be the first," he added, holding the phone out in offering with a smile.

[jageskro]

Jag took it with an answering smile, and quickly typed in his number. "Here." He liked the thought of being the first number in Val's phone, silly though it was.

[hollow_moon]

"Perfect," Val beamed. "Now, let's go get ourselves packed and on the road."

[jageskro]

"And fed," Jag added with a smile, reaching out to take Val's hand. "I'm starved." He could wait, but Val might need the energy.

[hollow_moon]

"Yes, right. Food, car, then country. Lovely," Val nodded, slinging an arm around Jag and starting to walk again. "I look forward to it all."

[jageskro]

"I look forward to seeing your wolf again," Jag grinned at him as they walked.

[hollow_moon]

Val grinned at that, leaning in to nuzzle playfully at Jag's neck.

"You can see it whenever you like," he assured him.

It wasn't too far to his flat, even when they paused to pick up food, and soon Val was letting them both in, stretching lazily as he slunk through the door.

[jageskro]

"What do you want to drink?" Jag asked as they got in. He was looking forward to eating and starting on the road. Getting out of London was going to be a nightmare, but once they were out...

[hollow_moon]

"Orange juice, please," Val smiled, grabbing plates and pausing when his hand shook a little. Last thing he wanted to do was spoil the good mood by breaking something or worrying Jag.

[jageskro]

Jag was getting the juice, and a beer, out of the fridge. A single beer would be fine for driving, and after a long day's work, he definitely deserved one. He grabbed a glass for Val and poured juice into it before sticking it back in the fridge. "You'll have to tell me where you keep that tent. Do you have sleeping bags, too?"