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[cisco_ramon]

It probably doesn't hurt that Cisco's been to another dimension before this, though the last time he'd crossed into the mirror universe intentionally, and he'd known how to get back home. So far this place is nothing like Earth 2; he hasn't found anyone's doppelgangers, and though there are several people here with varying powers, the only metahuman he's met is Barry Allen. It's the real Barry from his Earth, Cisco's best friend, the same Barry he left behind when he came here, though from what Cisco considers their past.

Neither of them know how to get home, which is actually fairly unsettling considering they're both smart guys with experience in this sort of thing. He can't really believe it when he first considers it, but Cisco actually wishes Dr. Wells was here, or Harry, more accurately. As much knowledge as Cisco and Barry have, the real genius behind all of it has always been Wells.

Still, Cisco isn't the the type to give up easily. He can't get his hands on anything much more powerful than a regular (out of date) laptop, but he's making do. The calculations take longer and he has to do a lot of work by hand, but at least working makes him feel like he's doing something. Sitting at a cafe with his computer, pen and paper, and a fresh cup of coffee he can almost pretend he's at Jitters, that Iris or Caitlin will sit down across from him, that he'll get a text from Barry or a call from Joe. Drowning out everything with his headphones, Cisco lets himself get caught up in the dream, oblivious to everything around him, focused entirely on the screen in front of him and the music in his ears.

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[thebloodtraitor]

Sirius has yet to find a single establishment in all of Darrow that can serve a decent cup of tea. He's honestly lost count of the number he's tried and yet he still hasn't given up hope. They may very well be in a town overrun with Americans, but surely one of them must know how to make a decent cuppa.

He's trying this one today, a little coffee shop stuck between a bookstore and a bakery that boasts its tea on the propped-up sign out front. He doesn't have the highest hopes, but the sheer number of people inside must say something about the product.

Unfortunately, it also means a considerable lack of empty seats. After some looking, he spots one across from a young man hunched over a computer, ears covered with Muggle headphones.

Sirius doesn't bother to ask permission before he pulls out the chair, merely flashes the guy a bright, easy smile and takes a seat, his velvet blazer billowing to the sides. "Don't mind, do you?" he asks, lifting his cup in something like a salute. "Cheers."