Agatha had thought she was doing rather well at this whole "modern world" business until now. "Let me guess," The albino girl behind the counter says dryly, shooting an unimpressed look at the money Agatha is holding out to her. "Recently surfaced immortal?" Agatha hesitates. Sophie has told her this shop is the hub for all non-humans in the area, but to be identified so quickly-- "Er. Yes. I suppose. Is this not a sufficient amount of money?" "Shillings aren't legal tender anymore." -- by an immortal, ageless vampire's standards, eighty years is not a long time. But it seems to Agatha that 2019 is rather different from 1939. woken by the millennium celebrations in 2000, she's skulked in her house for 19 years, trying to pluck up the courage to come down and explore the modern world. now she's really wishing she hadn't. especially when she stumbles across her oldest... ah, *friend*, trapped in an aquarium. (written for the SGE Big Bang 2020. Cover by @ kirstenlana_ on Instagram!)