Jem Carstairs
11 April 2013 @ 08:49 pm
[A slender teen with silver hair and silver eyes, leaps out of the fountain with the device, and a cane in his hand. His clothes aren't modern. 

He's intent, looking for something. A giant worm to be specific.

It takes a moment for him to register that the sights and smells of a damp London day have vanished. He looks into the screen.]


Hello, I am sorry to trouble people, but has anyone seen a party of men, a girl wearing a wedding dress and another female wearing men's clothes run through here?

[His brow furrows and he suppresses a cough.]

I know they sound like an odd assortment of people, I assure you, I do not joke with my description of them.

My names is Jem.