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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[amthebadwolf.livejournal.com]

Oh. She'd been noticed. Ah... well, of course she'd been noticed. It's not like she wasn't being obvious. She raised an eyebrow back, a bit skeptically maybe, a small smile quirking on her lips. Facial talk from across a crowd. Always amusing, really. She could be good at reading people, when she didn't just come from an emotionally traumatizing situation before she came through the gate. That was completely besides the point, of course.

She gazed down at her phone again, even it having gone through the previous Doctor's jiggery-pokery seemed to leave it with little reception. The strange thing was that she hadn't noticed anyone else with a phone; she was use to London at least, where she could turn her head and pick out a handful of people laughing up a conversation over them. Here? No... And the only people who seemed to have something to laugh about was the citizens. Rose sorta blended in with them, she realized. Maybe that would be good or bad for her, she didn't really know.

She waved her hand with the phone at the man, a silent greeting. At least he didn't look as bad as she did when she had entered the city.

[vincerevalens.livejournal.com]

Vincent gave the girl a silent nod of acknowledgment in return. He wasn't very good at being social - 30 years asleep in a coffin that's locked up in a basement did that to you - but he still held a soft spot for the ladies, no matter what age, as something to honor his gentlemanly father by. 'Always respect the ladies' was a lesson well-drilled into him as a kid and something that had stuck throughout all those years. Though Yuffie's antics sometimes made it hard to uphold.

He would have liked to kept the silent conversation up, he was better at those, but he realized that he would have to speak up if he wanted to get the information he needed. So he approached her, noticing she had been crying but keeping the small smile in mind from before he figured she was alright now. "Do you know where the phone shop is?" He asked as he made a small gesture at the phone she was holding.