undergrounds | [OPEN] A Very Serious Political Party

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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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?"

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."

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.

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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