[OPEN] A Very Serious Political Party

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Doubling down on his giant fuck you to the witches and the vampires and anyone else who pisses him off, Party's done sitting on his tail with the politics around here. There's only one logical person he wants to see in charge right now and that's Yasmine Merad.

Party might be sloppy, but he's not stupid, and leading up to the election, he's keeping his bright hair and tattered clothes clean. He might even smell kind of nice as he makes the rounds handing out posters he's made up and making sure everyone knows that Yasmine has the best interests of the community at heart. He's focusing his activities around his pack and areas where he knows he'll find sympathetic voters, avoiding vampire- and witch-dense areas in favor of hitting up everyone else who can vote.

His flyers have a cleaned up version of his signature bright art style with sayings like "A vote for Yasmine Merad is a vote for us" and "Community first".


[ OOC: Even if someone's not in a group Party would target doesn't mean he wouldn't cram a poster in their face. Come at me! ]

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For Katherine

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Party's fed up with the way the Witches have treated his pack. More than that, though, he's scared that they'll become an even bigger threat than the vampires are. That's what has him marching down to East End's Den with crisp determination. Of course as he gets through the entrance, he deflates to something more appropriate for a teenager who's about to tell his mom that he's dropping out of college. He's never had much respect for people who hadn't earned it, but Katherine's his alpha and she's earned a certain amount of respect, even from Party. This isn't going to be an easy conversation and he knows it.

By the time he finds Katherine, he's regained a little of his confidence, but he's got his hands crammed in his pockets like they might fall off and he's looking at something on the wall behind her. "You gotta minute?"

[brightwitch]

Katherine is fed up of the mumbles and grumbling within the pack. She feels like she's losing control, which may be why Party finds her aiming darts at a dartboard. They did have a picture of Raymond up there at one point, then Jean-Claude more recently but today she can't even be bothered with that. She's sharpening her aim, but she hasn't got a real target.

Party interrupts her before she throws the dart and Katherine turns around, raising her eyebrows.

"Who for? You?" She takes a critical look at him. Nervous. Hmm. "What?"

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"I have some concerns." He pauses, worrying his lip in his teeth. Dancing around topics isn't really an art he's perfected. This is already 110% of his tact. "About the witches. 'Bout the way they've been actin'"

Before he elaborates any more, he watches her for a response. The last thing he wants is to fight her, but he's pretty sure they'll all wind up in cages if something doesn't change.

[brightwitch]

She folds her arms. Witches, again. They wouldn't have such a problem with Party or Ghoul if they'd just fucking do as they were told. She's already lost all the good will she had with Samantha thanks to their antics, and for what?

"Spit it out then, Party. I hope for your sake it's serious."

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"I think they're gonna try to cage us next. They don't see us as equals and they ain't helpin' us with anything they promised." He shifts around awkwardly on his feet. "I hope you would consider allyin' with someone who'll treat us like people b'fore they get bored and turn on us."

He clenches his fist. "Would be an awful nice prize if they could get an alpha under their power. I don't think you're safe."

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"What?"

She's gotta admit, that's a new one. Katherine doesn't try to hide the incredulity in her tone. She considers herself to have a healthy sense of suspicion, but that is downright paranoid. The reason they haven't had any help from the witches has more to do with internal problems with the pack than anything else. She hasn't been able to focus on fighting the vampires like she wants because her own werewolves won't behave and Samantha isn't willing to commit until they do.

She shakes her head, exasperated. "That is the most moronic thing I've heard all week and I watch fucking TOWIE. You got any proof for that crap coming out of your mouth or is this all hot air?"

The witches have zero reason to try and cage their own allies. What would be the benefit? She already pitched in her lot with Circle Daybreak. Trying to force their support would be utterly counterproductive.

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Party shifts, stance defensive. "They treat fae like pets. You really think they see us as bein' in a station above the Fae? 'Cause they don't. Soon as we ain't useful to them, they're gonna turn on us. They don't see us as equals and they wanna be in charge of everything. What kinda ally is that?"

Maybe he is paranoid, but he's not the only one thinking it. He may play fast and loose, but he's a survivor and he didn't escape SCARECROW hunters just to get crammed in a kennel by Sabrina the Teenaged Witch.

"We don't at least consider the idea they might turn on us, we're gonna be fucked if they do."

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The Dodger is one of the many who get a poster crammed in their faces. Considering his apolitical stance, he's mostly just amused by it all. He recognises the art style though - you do, when you see a lot of it around the city, and looks up at Party.

"Never saw you as a campaigner."

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"Well I ain't the kinda guy who's gonna let any more people get put in cages, either. Sometimes you gotta choose the lesser of two evils." He scrunches up his face and he honestly means it. Art is a lot easier than this whole song and dance, but they need results and they need them now.

[knowntohisfriends]

His face falls at the mention of the cages. Yeah, he had seen glimpses of them when he had snuck into the party and... well, it still makes his stomach clench in a way he really doesn't like when he thinks on it.

"This one," he shook the paper, "she got a chance?" He doesn't need to ask policies. If Party is supporting her, then from the little he knows of the other guy, the Dodger can guess she's good people.

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"I'm thinkin' she the best chance we got to make sure everyone stays in line an' treats each other with respect. I don't care what you are. We all gotta treat each other like human fuckin' beings."

He's tried to stay out of it, because he really hates this shit, but what's stopping the witches from putting everyone in their little cages? Party can't be that guy who sees injustice and doesn't stop it.

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There's a nod of agreement.

"Ain't right, what they were doin'. No wonder Nance don't like her." The last is in more of a mutter, something he can't really stop himself saying. He always knew to trust Nancy's instincts on a person - she was a good judge of character.

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"Who? Samantha?" Party shakes his head. "She's playin' nice with my pack for now, but it's only a matter of time before she puts us in kennels, too. I don't trust her far as I can throw her."

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Ghoul managed to catch a glimpse of Party as he'd been passing through the area, but something struck him as wrong and he'd doubled back. Now he's standing a few arm-lengths away, squinting at Party while he tries his campaign-thing on a couple of randoms, and trying to pinpoint what it is, exactly, that's striking him as odd.

He waits until the people leave before asking, "Is that my shirt?" He honestly can't remember if it was ever his or if he's just borrowed it enough times that it feels like he owns it. But either way, it looks clean, and that's unusual. Actually, his hair looks clean too.

That can't be right. Ghoul moves in, getting right up close so he can have a better look- and that's when he gets a whiff of him. The surprise makes him jerk back an inch or two, a hand flying up to shield his nose and mouth. That's definitely not right. "What the fuck, is that you?" Something smells pretty. It can't be Party. Literally can not be.

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Party has no idea whose shirt it is. It looks like it could be either of theirs and besides his one leather jacket, he really doesn't keep great track of his clothes. Half the time he can't tell if Ghoul's wearing his stuff or not unless it smells like both of them and even then, it's possible it was Ghoul's to begin with.

"If it's in my apartment long enough, it's mine." He grins and blows Ghoul a kiss. "Guess that means I own you, too."

[ghoulaid]

As alarming as a relatively squeaky-clean Party is, he clearly isn't ill and hasn't been brainwashed, so Ghoul's concern was for nothing.

That's... good, he supposes, although the comment does still get a disgruntled look out of him. "Your stuff likes me better'n it likes you, we decided it's all mine now." Yeah, sure, inanimate objects totally like him better. Sorry, Party.

"Who'd you get all fancy for?" He reaches out, grabbyhandsing at the flyers for a split-second before deciding Party is moving too slowly. He snatches one for himself, taking a moment to look it over. "Yasmine?"

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First Party looks around to make sure no one's listening, then he leans in real close to whisper. "Everyone else on the ballot's a vampire or a witch. We need someone who'll actually give a shit 'bout people 'sides themselves."

As much as Party can like a person who's trying to get power, he likes Yasmine. She seems like she's at least trying. Anything that might give the witches more leverage will be very bad for all of them.

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul casts an awful, half-disgusted look down at the flyer in his hands after hearing the whisper. He honestly hasn't paid much attention to the scandal or the campaigning so he can't even name who else is on the ballot, but the other choices being only witches and vampires doesn't instill confidence in him. Maybe the others are okay people. He doesn't want to risk it, though.

Yasmine is, indeed, the only sensible choice, even if her only qualification is being a shapeshifter. Still... "Ugh." Ghoul hates playing political games by the books, and voting is as political as things can possibly get. He drops the arm holding the flyer, as well as his head, letting his forehead briefly thump against Party's shoulder. God damnit.

"Whatever." Voting is so not-hardcore. He looks a little sulky when he picks his head back up and holds out his empty hand. "Gimme some fuckin' posters." Guess he can stick a few around.

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"That's the spirit!" Party grins, tilting his head towards Ghoul, even as he straightens up and pulls away. "Gotta do what we gotta do so we can keep doin' what we wanna do, right?"

Which is a roundabout way of saying that they need to stop the witches from getting any more power if they want to feel safe even existing here. Their pack isn't safe and neither are plenty of other people. It's starting to seem like only the witches and the vampires are really safe.

He crams a bunch of his posters into Ghoul's hands. "Gotta get everyone we can to see what's goin' on here."

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Just ignore the ghost that suddenly appears over your shoulder, Party, trying to read the flyers. He's harmless really. Just creepy in his ever-moving mask that makes him look like he doesn't really have a face and socially-awkward as all get-out. He's also completely unaware that, as a werewolf, Party can tell he's actually there.

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Party turns his head and jumps, because hello. He takes a wary step back and stares at... whatever he's staring at. This might make more sense if he could find a face. He sees some weird things sometimes, but it's not like werewolf life is really that much different from human life. Mostly, it's just an array of new smells and extra anger.

"H-hello?"

[moralabsolutism]

Well, he really needs to start getting used to various denizens of the city seeing him. He keeps running into people who can see him without him manifesting. Without missing a beat, Rorschach holds up one finger. Hush, you brightly-colored pup, he's reading one of those flyers.

After he finishes, he looks up at Party, taking in the hair, clothing, and rest of him with a tilt of the head that manages to be both appraising and somehow disapproving. He doesn't say anything, which should give Party time to realize there's no shadow being cast by the man, nor does he have a scent that werewolf senses should be able to pick up on. He's simply there, the blotches of his mask slowly moving around his face, splitting right down the middle before hovering over his cheeks.

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Party does sniff at him a little and he's not entirely subtle about it, either. He's finally gotten pretty good at scents and what they say about people and he's not entirely sure what this says about the guy, but his face is pretty freaky, so for all Party knows, he's some crazy actual monster, but he does seem somewhat calm and polite-ish.

"Uh... you a votin' kinda guy or what?"

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Is he being sniffed? Hmmm, yes, definitely being sniffed. Well, that narrows down what kind of supernatural being this is. Wolf or shifter is most likely. Rorschach doesn't approve of either, but then, he doesn't really approve of most supernatural beings in this city.

Rorschach looks up at Party before he shrugs. When he speaks, his voice is both deep and raspy, like a car engine that runs off of nails and broken pieces of glass. "Dead. Can't vote."

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"Well... that ain't fair." He frowns. "I mean, if you're stickin' 'round gettin' influenced by policies, you oughta have some say. Just 'cause you're different don't mean you don't count."

Of course, it makes sense that actual dead and gone people can't vote, but it seems to Party that this guy's just as real as he is.