Even before her coming to England for school, Meg had heard of
Atomic Dog, one of the 'holy' sites for those in the goth and cybergoth lifestyles. She had honestly never expected to get to one, given the relatively limited number of locations world-wide.
Now, she stood before the doors, staring at the two chrome guardians who flanked the doorway. She hadn't been shopping since she had arrived, and she was hoping to add a bit more clothing to her collection. She decided that she could afford a little time after classes to put toward the idea. Thus, Tuesday afternoon, post-classes, she made her way from the campus to Camden.
Here, her blue hair, a result of her mutation, stood out no more than other patrons, many of whom had hair that was multicolored, worn in dreadlocks or half shaved off (in a couple of cases, all three on a single person).
The scenery would have to wait, though. She had shopping to do.
Note: I decided to use a different name, in part because I didn't know if we'd get in trouble for using the real name of the place. But also because those familiar with Parliament, Funkadelic and George Clinton, it seemed a good fit for the name.