<strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:48<br/><br/>Outside Oxfam, Northumberland Street<br/><br/>Bran, Norm, Miyo</strong><br/><br/>Unknowingly synchonised texting from Tannen and Rachel results in Bran's and Miyo's phones beeping at the same time.  Sadly, their two text message alerts fail to harmonise beautifully and produce a symphony of electronic notification, but wouldn't it be cool if they did?  Putting the messages together -<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Taxi on its way.  Loading area round the back.  Two mins.  Will ring you in a second</span>from Rachel and a simple<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Thanks, BTW</span>from Tannen - also fails to create any meaningful message from the collective unconscious.<br/><br/>An alleyway a few stores up leads to the aforementioned loading area.  Several corrugated metal garage doors allow deliveries to be loaded into shops without violating the sanctity of the pedestrianised zone.  A couple of girls in Boots' uniforms having a cigarette and talking about someone named Peter in hushed yet giggly tones.  Several large recycling bins and a couple of rickety and weather faded chairs.<br/><br/>And, after a moment, a taxi emblazoned with the crest of Newcastle Carriages.  Driven by one of the largest men you've ever seen - his biceps thicker around than Norm's thighs, his thighs requiring a step or two back to get them all in your field of vision.  A tight t-shirt outlines pecs that would be probably be a C-cup.  A body builder, you judge, as opposed to someone who is simply naturally large.  As he gets out to open the rear doors for you, you notice the name "Daniel" tattooed along the inside of his lower arm in faux-blackletter.  Heavy scarring on the inside of the other arm hints at a removal.<br/><br/>"Bran?" He asks Norm.  "Think I'm here for you and your friends, like.  Take a seat."  When someone sits behind the passenger seat he will apologetically pull it forwards, cramping his massive legs to give them maximum leg room.  Once everyone is in he reports to the radio that he's "got them" and almost immediately Bran's phone blares into life.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Remiel, Blythe, Riveda</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pushed ahead a little there as I felt there was little point in you all posting to say you get in.  If, however, you don't then please post as relevant and I'll adjust the above.</div></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong><br/>Tuesday 13th August 10:45<br/><br/>Pavement Outside Unit 17, Ferguson Street<br/><br/>Jessica<br/></strong><br/><br/>He - the driver - gets out and, leaving the car door open - walks over to you.  A couple of times he sniffs and wipes his nose with the back of his hand.<br/><br/>"Sorry about that Coffee Girl."  He giggles again, ruining the apology a little.  "Hey, whats that show with those two girls?  They're setting up a cupcake business, and one of them is rich and the black haired one is poor.  They work in a coffee shop, and she's kinda hot.  I might ask for her next.<br/><br/>I thought" he continues with a wave of his hand at the alley "that it might show up.  All that expanding the doors of your consciousness stuff.  1969 and all that."  He hums a few bars from what is probably meant to be The Doors' 1967 song "The End"; making some mental connection obviously.<br/><br/>The "he" in question is a relatively young - late twenties maybe? - well dressed and quite attractive man with a neatly groomed goatee and, currently, red eyes and an apparently uncontrolled sniff.<br/><br/>"I wonder if the Oh disappeared as well?"  He nods at the chare, apparently expecting you to have followed his chain of thought.  "I'll ask her if she ever rings."<br/><br/>Finally his attention seems to be fully on you and he gives you the once over that, for some reason, males think is totally undetectable.  "'s gone.  So am I, to everyone but young girls by the looks of it."