you could try sears >_____> [morgana!]

[Eponine Thenardier]

Eponine wasn't really one for breaks.

In the past, there'd really been no such thing as rest from the life she led, and now that she was working for M. Gant and earning a good and even respectable living for herself, she didn't really expect things to be different. Not that the work that Eponine's employer gave her was anything too difficult. He acknowledged that she was, indeed from another time period and therefore gave her work that, for now, involved as little interaction with the modern appliances in his enormous mansion as possible. She was slowly learning to use those things, of course, but certainly not during the time she was supposed to be working.

Either way, Eponine hardly needed or really knew what to do with her free time. So, when M. Gant insisted that she take the weekend off to do whatever she'd like, she was honestly at a loss for anything to fill her time with. With her wildcat daemon by her side, she'd idly tidied up the room that belonged to her (not that she really needed to, considering how little time she spent really living in them), and had nearly gone on to do the same for the rooms beyond before she'd stopped herself. Honestly, what did the rich do to occupy their time? Eponine never would have thought she'd be longing for her home again, but with boredom setting in (and how strange it was!), there was some odd stirring in her that longed for at least something to do, if not a struggle for survival on the streets of Paris.

Well. It seemed like many of the people in this world liked to shop, a process that Eponine was certain was different from what the concept of shopping was in Paris, so after a brief discussion with Etienne, she'd decided to approach Gant for permission to leave the house. After all, she'd reasoned to her daemon, they did have money now. Perhaps the best thing to do was spend it, if only a little. She had very little in the way of personal belongings, and really Eponine would be lying if she said she wouldn't say no to having...things. Clothing, for one. She'd purchased a few things here and there when she'd first arrived, anything to replace the rags she'd arrived in, but now that Eponine was beginning to fill out a little more, she'd been surprised at how small they were on here now.

And now, with Etienne by her side, Eponine was headed towards what was apparently known as a popular place to buy things that one needed, clothing in particular, apparently known as a "mall." Her paycheck for the past month was tucked safely in the small bag she'd chosen, enough to hopefully allow her to purchase what she wanted to. It had been so long since Eponine had been able to call so much money her own, she was almost worried someone would stop her and accuse her of stealing it. Not that she really resembled someone that would be accused of anything now, even in the modern clothing she'd chosen made her feel the slightest bit uncomfortable. And, she could take solace in the fact that at least she wouldn't be alone, going into a situation that she was unfamiliar with.

Actually having friends was still a little odd for Eponine. There hadn't been much time for many of them besides Marius at home, and really, the only female close to her age that she had contact with back there was her sister, Azelma. But now, with the...strange things bringing people from all times, Eponine had managed to run into someone from even further back in time than she. It was...nice, if not a little intimidating at first, to have Morgana and Altair to talk to about settling in when she and Etienne had first arrived. And, as such, it was really only natural that they both brave whatever this..."mall" had in store for both of them.

When she finally reached the entrance, Eponine couldn't help but be briefly awed. The buildings in the city were big, yes, but she'd never seen any one store this large in Paris. Though, upon further inspection inside, it didn't appear to be one store, but many all in one place. And it was absolutely huge. Huge enough to make Eponine shy off to the side, gathering Etienne in her arms even as he swatted at her face with sheathed claws.

"This is not something you ought to be afraid of!" he hissed as Eponine ducked away from his paw, glaring at him reproachfully.

"I am not afraid," she retorted, even as she clutched him against her chest. "But I cannot imagine it would be so wrong of me to not know what it is I am meant to do in this place." Even with her soft, clean clothing and general appearance, Eponine still couldn't help but feel out of place as people who were obviously familiar and comfortable with this setting walked by, their daemons trotting beside them or riding on their shoulders or even soaring overhead in the rafters. Etienne took the second option, climbing to press himself against Eponine's throat comfortingly.

At the very least, the two of them had grown to look a little more like they'd been living the way that they had, with Eponine gaining a little more weight and Etienne becoming more of the muscled, thick-furred daemon he obviously would have been earlier, under different circumstances. With this in mind, Eponine slunk over to a bench in a mostly unoccupied corner and settled down, prepared to wait for Morgana to arrive.

[Morgana Pendragon]

Though they'd been there for months now, Morgana still wasn't quite sure what to think of this place. This...time. Altair, her white wolf daemon, was a frequent reinforcer of the positives: technology, once you could figure it out, did make things a lot easier here. There were infinitely more opportunities for women, in this world - and, of course, should anyone discover that she could use magic, she likely wouldn't be killed for it. That was always reassuring. But while she knew her daemon had a point, while there were some things about this place that were undoubtedly better, there was a part of Morgana that still longed for home. For Camelot - for Arthur, and Gwen, and...well, she even missed Merlin on occasion. But facts were facts; there was likely no way to return home now. If the opportunity presented itself, perhaps she would then reconsider - but for now, there was really no point lingering.

And though she missed her old friends, she hadn't been so unfortunate as to go without making new ones. When they'd first arrived here, they probably wouldn't have adjusted nearly as successfully without Oswin and Ossiandre's help. And more recently, she and Altair had become close to Eponine and her daemon, Etienne. If the 'rules' of both of their previous homes had applied, perhaps they wouldn't have been allowed to be friends - Uther, at least, was not particularly kind to the lower classes, and often forbade Morgana and Arthur from interacting with them. But here, they were both new to this strange, foreign place, both far from home and at something of a loss in this new and bewildering time. Their respective classes no longer mattered in the slightest - and of course, even if they had, it wasn't as if Morgana would have cared - not when Guinevere had been one of her closest friends back home.

Morgana and Eponine had already had various little misadventures together in their efforts to make sense of modern-day New York. Today, they were going to brave a place known as the mall. Morgana had visited modern shops before, certainly, but this...this was something entirely different. She'd never seen so many of them packed together - and the place was more thickly crowded than even some of Camelot's most prosperous marketplaces. Crowded, and big. It would be easy to get lost in a place like this; they would have to be careful of that. But Altair trotted before her, his head held high and ears pricked forward - radiating a confidence and curiosity that was, perhaps, far more genuine on his part than her own. Morgana mimicked his outward self-assured display, though there was a hint of wariness in her eyes as she glanced around her.

Fortunately, they didn't have to venture too far into the mall before they came upon Eponine and Etienne, who had settled on a bench that was for the most part out of the way of the bustling crowds. Brightening somewhat, Morgana headed over with her own daemon at her side. Altair was wagging his tail, and quickened his pace so he reached them before she did. He gave a short bark as a greeting to Etienne as Morgana reached his side, resting a hand on his back and smiling faintly at the pair.

"Have you ever seen anything like this?" she murmured, loud enough to be heard over the crowds - but trying not to draw any attention from them all the same. Morgana still favored her gowns from Camelot at times - but today, she was about as casually and modernly dressed as Eponine was. Wearing a white sundress and a light grey scarf, she didn't think most passersby would suspect she was from medieval times just by looking at her - so she wasn't keen to broadcast the fact with her confusion, either. "I suppose it's convenient, having so many shops in one place - but it looks a bit difficult to navigate..." Well. They'd both faced more difficult challenges than this before. ...They'd figure something out.