Where's the phone shop? [Completed]

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Character(s): Vincent Valentine, Rose Tyler, anyone else?
Content: Mr. Valentine arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None?

Vincent awoke from a slumber he did not remember falling into and it immediately alarmed him. The last thing he remembered doing was sitting on the bed in the hotel room - listening to the news and watching the carnival outside. If he had dozed off he would have remembered it and that glass of wine had mostly been left untouched. So what was the cause?

When he opened his eyes the sight that greeted him was a peculiar one; gates composed out of golden flames. He couldn't say he had seen anything like it before in his travels, at least not without the gates completely burning down. He was quick to position himself into a crouch, his hand resting on his holster as he swiftly assessed his situation. Finding no immediate threat - there was only a line of people at the gate - he stood up and apparently not having much of a different option, joined the cue.

So now here he was in a strange domed city that had a sky painted on it, standing in a line of people who were all blond and made him stand out more than ever. One could say Vincent was not all too pleased. It took a while for the man behind the booth to pry Vincent's name out of him but eventually he succeeded and Vincent was ushered into the city with a journal in his hand. Oh joy, more technology. He would've stuck to his phone if he had it on him but apparently it got left behind when he was brought here.

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Rose was looking better than she had when she came through the gate, pulling the phone down from her ear and looking at it with a giddy smile on her face, staring at it for awhile longer, then brushed an arm over her face to again try and rid herself of the tear stains. It wouldn't do her any good, looking miserable.

She looked up in the passing people entering in. She was use to seeing strange sorts, of course, with all her traveling through time and space. How could she not? It'd probably offend the Doctor if it turned out she had forgotten.

She could never forget, though.

Now, for whatever reason, it was the more humanoid-like ones that caught her eyes (she was never sure if they were actually human); she wasn't sure what it was that drew her eyes, maybe it was the dress, but she found herself blatantly staring at the man, phone still loosely in hand.

Well, way not to be obvious.

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Vincent was growing increasingly more agitated by the minute, though nothing about his composure showed it. He was supposed to go meet Reeve and how was he going to do so when he was no longer in Kalm? Whatever it was Reeve had wanted of him, it probably was important otherwise the man wouldn't have bothered asking to meet up with him. He needed to find a way to contact him. It had been night when he was still in Kalm and it was late afternoon here. Had he been out for that long? He could only imagine how worried Reeve would be.

So, first things first; find a phone shop or something of the like. He'd rather use a phone, an equipment which he was familiar with, than the journal they had given him which would probably require time to figure out, time he didn't have. He set about doing just that until he caught someone staring at him from the corner of his eyes. Nothing new, the people back in the line had stared at him but this one looked different from those. He paused in his step and raised an eyebrow at her, noticing she was actually holding a phone.