[She'll never get used to it, going back in time on odd jobs, the Initiative casual as anything about picking time apart at the seams. Christ, if she had her way, they'd all retreat to 2010 and stay there. Screw the UE; if the cyborg-nation of nutjobs can't find them, why even bother going back to some barely held together wasteland?
But this? London, streets slick with rain that pools up over the cobblestones and splatters beneath trotting hooves. This she likes. More than she should, admittedly.
Chloe's pulling off a decent job of crossdressing (given the time period, her hair's not entirely out of place) hands stuffed down in her pockets as she stares wide-eyed at the store front of a local jewelry shop.]
MY DARLING ANORA
But this? London, streets slick with rain that pools up over the cobblestones and splatters beneath trotting hooves. This she likes. More than she should, admittedly.
Chloe's pulling off a decent job of crossdressing (given the time period, her hair's not entirely out of place) hands stuffed down in her pockets as she stares wide-eyed at the store front of a local jewelry shop.]