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The weather this weekend wasn't worth getting excited over, but it was fair enough to justify some time out and about. Stores were packed with new stock, cafes were brimming with life, and as always, London herself was buzzing with activity.

In South London Pop Brixton was celebrating its second birthday, offering up DJs and live performances, along side plenty of food and drink vendors. Though if your mouth's watering and that's a tube trip too far, you could always head on over to Westfield Shepherd's Bush, where you'd find a fun food truck festival. For those looking to fill up with girl power rather than pudding, you could always head over to the Powerpuff Girls pop up shop. As always, there was no shortage of things to do this weekend.

The news was still packed with election chatter, and talk of the concert for Manchester, but if you took a peek at twitter, you might find a little conspiracy brewing all about one Finlay Flynn- Who's management was currently fighting rumors about his disappearance. Little theories kept popping up, showing how his twitter feed seemed slightly off, or how filming for his BBC 3 show had been suspiciously delayed. There were youtube videos discussing it, threads on various online forums, all chattering about how the actor who was so often spotted on the tube or in pubs was suddenly absent. A silly little bit of internet crazy for most- But an unsettling reminder of his absence to those in the know.

Still, London stopped for nobody, and the city was in full bloom, just as it was every weekend.

(OTA! As always the GP will be open for at least a week, so tag in, tag others, and check back often!)

Date: 2017-06-04 02:02 pm (UTC)
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Faizel had spent the last week with his mother, off in the dark woods of The Other Side. He'd returned to London with a soft glow to his appearance that came from being among his own, and surrounded by the magic that made up half of who and what he was. Spending time with his mother was never a relaxing experience, upon his arrival she'd told him he 'reeked of mankind's mess', but he couldn't deny that being back on The Other Side had a way of soothing him. All that magic and power just floating around- It was calming somehow.

He was dressed in soft beige, a long tunic looking top over some wider legged trousers, with fine gold detailing on the collar and the hem. Over his shoulder a new bag hung, a gift from his mother. It looked like leather, snake maybe, but the scales were larger and the colours were like nothing of this world- Rich greens that flickered purple in some light. As always, it was stuffed with things like books and papers, as well as his laptop- But strapped to the top of it, secured tightly but within reach, was his wand. Something most might write off as a decoration, a powerful weapon hidden in plain sight.

He hadn't meant to attend a food festival today, but when the rich aroma had hit him on his way by, he'd found himself wandering closer. ...Half an hour later and he was still wandering from truck to truck, keeping an eye out for vegetarian options. Passing one truck, a man put a toothpick in his hand before he could object, leaving him staring at a bit of chicken on a stick, unsure of what to do with it.


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