Good or bad and how was I to know
June 20th, 1888 - The Hog's Head
One of her fellow Broomsticks lodgers was watching Josie, which left Nicky free to change from her South African clothes into her poor people British clothes. No wedding ring. She did her hair a different way, the braid cascading down her back in an Ophelia-ish style, and left through the back door. Thus, she abandoned the small network of people who knew Mrs. Nicole Van der Sandt and was free to do what she wanted.
She found the Hog's Head through the fog and stepped through the door. The familiar musty smell of a trashy bar greeted her, and Nicky sidled up to the bar, ordering hard liquor.
Once she had her whiskey, she stepped away and took a gulp of it. Her eyes scanned the room. After a beat, she took a few steps to slip into the barstool next to a scruffy man who looked like the sort of person she was looking for. "It's a cliche if I ask if you come here often," Nicky said. At the Broomsticks, she used the same Afrikaner accent she heard at home - here, she was using the vaguely classy British accent of her birth. "But I thought I'd ask anyways."
She found the Hog's Head through the fog and stepped through the door. The familiar musty smell of a trashy bar greeted her, and Nicky sidled up to the bar, ordering hard liquor.
Once she had her whiskey, she stepped away and took a gulp of it. Her eyes scanned the room. After a beat, she took a few steps to slip into the barstool next to a scruffy man who looked like the sort of person she was looking for. "It's a cliche if I ask if you come here often," Nicky said. At the Broomsticks, she used the same Afrikaner accent she heard at home - here, she was using the vaguely classy British accent of her birth. "But I thought I'd ask anyways."
Nicky has been out of the UK since 1881; you probably don't recognize her, but talk to me if you think your character might!
She is currently living in the Three Broomsticks, pretending to be a middle class Afrikaner from South Africa.