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1 - HILLINGDON
Arthur pays attention to things like police bulletins for a reason. He knows there's tampering but there are still patterns that emerge when you have a city as full of supernaturals as London is and if someone knows what to look for they can probably tell that someone's getting a little rowdy. When everything happens so close to the full moon, that's another clue, so Arthur has a pretty good idea that he's going to uncover something when he starts reaching out to his fellow hunters and contacts within Hillingdon. He starts asking very pointed questions about the werewolves and whether anyone's noticed anything and if someone comes into the office he's taken over they'll notice a portion of his board has now been taken over by fishy news articles and notes about the wolves.


2 - WEREWOLF TERRITORY
Arthur doesn't get much from within Hillingdon alone, so he ends up contracting a few hunters to go out and gather some information for him. That's just to cover more ground while he goes out himself and does a little snooping of his own. He finds himself at a few community centres and shops during the day, and during the night he finds himself at the bars that are run and frequented by werewolves. He doesn't quite fit in there but he does his best, keeping his head down and keeping chatter light so he doesn't draw too much attention to himself. Sometimes he's meeting a contact, but other times he's just trying to overhear something that might give away the plan of everything that's going on.


2a - FOR GHOUL
One of these particular nights he shows up to a bar and looks around briefly before he makes a beeline for the bartender. It's a short conversation - he describes the person he's looking for and the bartender gestures to the door as he tells him they've already left - and Arthur looks pretty perturbed as he turns away and curses under his breath. He knew this particular contact was flighty and he even showed up a few minutes early to try and catch them if they were going to bolt. The problem is, Arthur doesn't know now if he's been told on to any of the wolves in this bar, and if he has he's in a bit of a dangerous situation.

And he didn't bring a gun.

Well, fuck.


2b - FOR LAURA
The bruises haven't quite healed up yet but he looks somewhat presentable again, so when a hunter trades him a bit of info about a particular wolf who isn't following the pack directive, Arthur follows up as soon as he can. The best way to reach her just seems to be showing up at her work, so Arthur shows up later one afternoon after school's been out an hour or so. It'd be weird enough barging in with a bunch of kids still around, so they don't need to see his black eye. After he slips into the building he does a quick search of the classrooms until he finds her sitting at her desk. He knocks on the door frame and tilts his head curiously.

"Laura?"


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Morning and afternoon of September 5th
The day before the full moon, and it's a purposeful day. By tomorrow night, Laura wants Greenwich to belong to the East End Pack. Those over the age of 18 with Daylight Jewelry go in first and begin to infiltrate. Vampire strongholds are sussed out, and wolves begin to set up camp around them, waiting for the inevitable moment when the vampires awoke.

Evening of September 5th
It's an ambush, for the most part. Smaller holdings are left untouched, but larger hotspots are hit hard by the army of wolves. Almost the full moon, they should be at the height of their power. Only those above the age of eighteen are allowed on the battlefield.

Morning of September 6th
When day breaks, it's clear who's won this time. Vampires without moonlight jewelry slink back into the shadows. Those who live are spared- but only until moonrise. Then Greenwich officially becomes the East End's.

Evening of September 6th
Rumors of a wolf-pack running through Greenwich Park begin to circulate as the moon rises. Those who are able are invited to celebrate in the park in wolf form. Those who are not are invited to celebrate at the den.
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August 15
One of the things Laura always did to try to take care of herself was running. She loved it, a brisk jog through the park, though now with school out, her runs were becoming longer and longer. She loved using it as an excuse to explore the city and it's green spaces. That way, she could always come back on the full moon, when she had more control.

Stopping on a bench in Hyde Park, Laura paused to catch her breath pulled out her bottle of water. The bottle was opened effortlessly, but the trouble began as soon as she lifted the bottle to her lips. The water would not touch her lips.

Frowning at the bottle, she looked at it. It was plenty full. She tried again. Nothing.

Well. She was a well-educated former-witch of a woman. She knew what this meant.

She was cursed.

Later on August 15
Okay, no water. She'd tried again when she'd gotten back to her flat, but there was no drinking it. Showering was fine, but when she opened her mouth to try to get water, there was nothing. Not a single drop hit her mouth.

So after the shower, Laura had gotten creative. She emptied out her fridge and began to go through everything, trying to take sip after sip of milk, orange juice, iced tea. Nothing.

Nothing, except for the dark green bottle she had. Honestly, she hadn't thought to try wine- after all, wine? But beer had wielded no results, and neither had an attempted shot of vodka. Not to mention, the later it got, the thirstier Laura was.

"Frak it." She said to the empty apartment, and pulled the cork out of the bottle. She raised it to her lips and at long last, took a nice long drink.

Well. Shit.

August 16th
So wine it was! Laura Roslin had found something she could drink, and that was great, but she knew the thing about water was that you needed it, or you would die from dehydration. Not a fun way to go. At least most of her foods contained water (there was a lot of celery in her, right now) so she could hopefully prolong her inevitable death long enough to find a way to get rid of this curse.

This is what brings Laura to the grocery store, her cart filled with a few different bottles of wine. Her water bottle contains the same, and by the time she makes it out of the grocery store, her eyes are a bit heavy and she can tell that the wine is having it's effect on her. Not like she can even drink water to try to sober up.

At least, Laura thought as she left the store, she wasn't in the middle of work.

August 17th
Frak it! It was day 3 of nothing to drink but wine, and by the time Laura made her way to the den, it was clear that this forced bender was no good. Her skin was pale, her cheeks red, and gods damn it if she wasn't really fucking thirsty. Wine did nothing to quench thirst, though she'd been trying to convince herself that.

She missed her magic.

Sitting in the kitchen, her glass of wine in front of her as she tried to at least pretend she was doing something productive. Her eyes lazily followed another one of the pack members as they started a new pot of coffee.

"I'd kill someone for coffee right about now," she muttered, taking a sip of her wine. Nope, still not coffee.

Fuck.

(feel free to make your own during the three days that Laura is forced to only drink wine.)
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As with most things involving werewolves (or just Ghoul in general), it happens fast and without much warning. Tensions between wolves and vampires have been high lately- there have been a number of small spats throughout the month, but nothing particularly noteworthy or lasting happens.

The 25th seems to be a day like any other, until night falls. It starts small, with a handful of wolves deciding to strut their way around Newham like they own the place. The pack has been feeling stable and stronger lately, and the wolves themselves are ornery. Why not take back what's theirs?

Word spreads quickly, and by the 26th, the wolves have committed to a full-blown invasion. It's when the fighting begins in earnest, and each side takes turns rapidly gaining and losing ground. The standoff continues in to the 27th, with neither group able to make their claim stick. Newham is a lawless mess, unsafe for either faction as violence continues to escalate. No one seems to find surrendering an option. There's no telling how long this will last, or how much damage Newham will suffer for it.
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[Here we go again, new month, same ladies. A few starters in the comments, hmu for something specific. I just want a place to put stuff. Carry on!]
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He'd been sucking it up for months. Holding back waiting to see if Daybreak would get off their ass and do something about the shit that had gone down in their territory since Raymond's rise (which ended promptly with his fall, a thing Daybreak had no hand in). But all they'd done in Richmond was decide to build that eye sore of an insult to all non-witches. 'Center for Magical Innovation'. Bullshit. Center for slavery of non-witches was more accurate. Starting with the fae.

When Faolan had spoken against it, Daryl had hopes that maybe what little loose leadership the clan had might be ready to get up off their ass and do something. But that didn't happen and a month passed while the Center sat there, getting used. It's visitors abusing folks in ways it was hard to get any proof of. Just rumor and small confessions of a few fae who'd been able to slip away. Some of the stray cats in the area talked about it, too. Didn't like how it 'felt'.

Another month had almost passed and Daryl was done with waiting. He'd set up small patrols with others he'd trusted among Hillingdon months ago. Stuff to help protect the residents in the ways that Daybreak had been neglecting to. It wouldn't take much to turn those patrols toward doing something more.

Richmond was basically his territory already. It was time to make it Hillingdon's too.

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A. Caffeine Cold

A full week of a new school probably would have fried her nerves even if she wasn't still adjusting to her curse. The full moon, naturally, hadn't helped one bit. Coffee probably wouldn't help her relax, but she wasn't about to deny herself something sweet when her mood was already so sour.

So of course she trips rounding a street corner and spills the drink all over herself.

"Shit, shit, shit." Girl hops from foot to foot, trying to dislodge the icy mush from her shirt. She starts scooping it off her clothes, promptly flinging it away from her skin and, probably, right onto the poor souls passing by.

B. Into the Wolf's Lion's Den

The East End pack has far nicer digs than she's used to.

She saw some of the place on full moon, but hadn't had time for more than a quick peek around before other matter's took hold. With the night behind her, she's curious to explore; see what she'll be contending with for the foreseeable future. She's examining a broken down wall currently, running her fingers over the ragged edge of splintered stone.

"Ya'll been rough with this place," she says, though her tone is warm rather than accusing. She finds the chaos homey. "Looks like a hurricane came thrashin' through here."

C. Chalk Zone
She's not far from her apartment building, sitting cross legged in a parking lot of some run-down shops. It's well past working hours and the place is deserted. Girl's made herself comfortable, an honest to god boombox blaring loudly by her side, and a bag leaning against her back. She riffles through it every few moments, picking out new pieces of chalk.

She's drawing on the pavement, mushroom clouds and dragons mixed with lines from old rock songs. It's not very good, childish and more a mess than anything artistic. Still, she seems to be enjoying herself and the look she gives when anyone walks by says she has no plans on stopping any time soon.

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a.  FISHING
Gipsy on the road again felt good, like she always did, with that purr and the hum of the open road.  It had been five years of the road in her blood, wild and free with a mission under her belt.  Mako might have been at the top of her class five years ago but the road had sharpened her to the finest of points.  But for now, she was leaving that behind and relaxing a little - or trying to, at least.  Fishing was one of those things that gave her a little breathing room, not to mention a good snack.  She had a nice fire pit lit and crackling behind her, the warmth at her back, a rod in hand and an empty bucket for her catches.

A sound, the rustle of bushes, that preternatural prickling at the back of her neck, told her she wan't alone as she pulled a decent sized fish from the water.

" If you are looking for lunch," she said quietly as she put the fish into a bucket, "let me catch another fish and we'll see about that.  Meanwhile, you may enjoy the fire."

b. COFFEE
It is difficult, sometimes, to get a cup of coffee that is truly good.  Mako stood in line at Cafe Poirot debating her choices.  It was like picking some sort of jewel out of a line up of the finest in the world.  The cappuccino was good, the machination was fantastic, the lattes were among her favourite and--  She turned to the person behind her at a loss.

"Which do you like from the menu?  I am debating on the latte but everything looks so good today."

c.  GARAGE
Far more than fishing, working with mechanics of any type makes Mako feel complete.  Anything with a motor, anything with gears, she knows how to put it together.  It's been like this her whole life.  Machines are an intrinsic part of her life, personal and professional.  Setting up her garage, her workspace, makes her stay official.

She's very much the newest member of Hillingdon House, now.

Mako even has a little sign that says: Gipsy Danger's Quick Fix.  Okay, so it's a borrowed garage and a borrowed workspace but it's off the road and she's had a shower - a long one.  It's real enough that she hopes it'll stick.  At the moment, Mako was working on restoring an old engine, which has been neatly disassembled and placed on a sheet as she went through each, cleaning them.  A noise makes her look up from her work and she stops what she's doing.

"Did you have something that needs to be fixed?"


d. WANDERING HILLINGDON HOUSE

New places are often difficult to navigate and getting the lay of the land is something that Mako had learned to do before truly settling anywhere.  She had been wary of it but in rather dire need as well.  She moved carefully, looking for the kitchen and hopefully some tea.  But mostly, she was just looking.  She turned the corner and nearly bumped into someone.

"I am so sorry!" she said quietly, backing up a little.  "I am Mako Mori and I am also very new to this place.  Is there somewhere that I may make tea?"

e. Wildcard; pick a situation and we'll roll with it.
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A//VARIOUS PARKS//OBLIGATORY DOG PROMPT
There's not so many things that Eames actually enjoys these days, which is probably a sad fact, but don't feel pity for him. Because he has the most excellent dog in the world. Do you have the best dog in the world? No. Because he is Eames' dog and he is called Boxer and he's two years old and a beautiful healthy rottweiler who is smart and handsome and very well behaved.

Generally after he's done with whatever morning/early afternoon business he has, it's followed by a trip to the nearest park if he's brought Boxer with him.

There's nothing fancy or special here, just feel free to find him walking his dog or playing catch. Boxer's a little wary around other dogs, but he doesn't shy away when other dogs come over like he did when Eames first got him, which is nice to see. It's always good to know you've raised your child well.


B//A COFFEE SHOP OPPOSITE THE MAGICAL INNOVATION CENTRE
Honestly? At this stage there's not much to be gleaned from watching the place, but that doesn't mean Eames won't.

He's not here every day, because honestly why go to Richmond if you don't have to, but every now and then he stops for a few hours to watch the comings and goings. Partially a catalogue of faces, partially to see if there's anything odd going on that might spill into public view. Especially after they failed to hold on to some of their prizes from the last few months.

A glamour makes him hard to see in return — not hidden, not exactly, but it almost... Diverts attention. Makes him forgettable and uninteresting. Probably what makes him feel confident hanging about in such a particularly dangerous area for a fae.


C//WILDCARD [Hit me up over PM or Plurk if you wanna do something different or have something specific in mind!]
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Fuel for Thought


The final bell had rung for the weekend, and good lord if there wasn’t anything that was going to stop Laura from a cup of coffee for her way home. Some genius had decided the optimal place for a Starbucks was across the street from her school, and Laura couldn’t have been happier. Given that it was a primary school, she didn’t have to really risk running into any students, more so their parents. Still, it was a a sacrifice she was willing to make, and most parents weren’t getting coffee after picking up their kid, anyway.


She pushes her way into the crowded cafe where a line was already starting to form with others that had the same craving for an afternoon coffee to start their Friday off right. Already knowing what she wants, she’s lost in her phone when she feels someone brush up against her, pushing into the spot ahead of her.

“Excuse me,” she begins, tapping them on the shoulder. “I believe the line starts behind me.”


Which Way?

Despite having been in London for a few months now, there was one thing that always managed to confuse Laura. The Tube. She should have been able to figure it out- DC had metro transit, and she’d lived in upstate New York most of her life. But being a politician, she’d never had to worry about getting anywhere, someone would drive her. So her knowledge of how to navigate the underground system was severely lacking.

Which is how she’s found herself on some track, looking up at the sign telling her the next train would arrive in 7 minutes. It had been at 7 minute for the last 10. She wasn’t even sure this one was headed in the right direction- but the color was right. Circle line. So… where was the train?


She sighs, and starts peering down the hallway toward the other side of the track where a train just exited in the opposite direction.

Wait.

“…was that the Circle going toward Monument?” Honestly, it sounds like gibberish to her.


Fun Den (For Ghoul)

"...Fun Ghoul, did I hear you say?" Laura isn't about to judge the youth for his colorful name, but it gets a slight eyebrow raise. She'd been in London for a few months, getting to know the city, but now it was time to truly get to know her pack. She thought she'd start with a tour of the den and was promptly put in contact with a Mr. Fun Ghoul. Something something Americans something, she figured.

Fine by her. she figured the younger man would be honest with her about the tour, and she liked being around younger people. probably why she was a teacher.

She extends a hand to her guide. "Laura Roslin- you can just call me Laura. I want to thank you for taking time out of your schedule to give me a tour. Would you like something to drink before we start? Coffee?" She had something of an addiction.


What's your rush? (For Joss)

the sun has set about an hour ago, but Laura was still out. She'd had a few errands to run before returning to her small flat for a glass of wine and a smoke before grading homework. Best way to do it, maybe with some trashy Housewives tv show on in the background.

really, that's all she was thinking about as she made her way through the neighborhood, purse over one shoulder, bags in hand. She should have been paying better attention to her surroundings, but all she was really thinking about was just how comfortable her slippers we're going to be when she walked through her front door.

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