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undergrounds2017-06-11 10:50 pm
bellbound) wrote in undergrounds2017-06-11 10:50 pm
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Midsummer mischief
1. Break-in at Samantha's flat, Kensington, mid-June (for Roddy and Dodger)
It seems like an ordinary night. Mogget is sleeping in his cat bed in Anthony's room, as he always does. The little boy is sleeping soundly, while Mogget is under strict instructions to protect the child and to never, ever ask or let him take off his collar. Mostly he avoids any sort of interaction with the boy; he's not going to risk getting his tail pulled.
Samantha sleeps in the room next door. Next to her is the bathroom and on the other side of the hallway is a spare room that is being used as a study. Samantha's laptop is in here, along with a number of files and other items related to her work.
There are wards on the house too, magical wards designed to deter fae (except him, of course) and to prevent witches from using magic to spy or break in. It's secure enough that they've never had any problems, although the security is nothing like as sophisticated as what he was used to at Sylvia Redbright's house. But Samantha's flat is also far less well-known; she doesn't use it for meetings nor does she advertise where she lives. She prefers to keep her home life private.
That suits Mogget just fine too. There's a glimmer of moonlight seeping in through the curtains as he sleeps, peaceful and still.
2. Magical Innovation Centre, Richmond, post-rave, 15th June (open)
He's given to understand that the police broke up a rave outside the premises last night and it certainly looks like it. Broken bottles and food wrappers litter the streets and there are several buildings with graffiti sprayed on the walls. This used to be a good neighbourhood. Now no self-respecting witch will go near it and so Mogget has been sent in to assess the damage and take a look around the building – hopefully without getting caught.
He pads across the lawn in cat form and pauses to sniff at a discarded flyer. Hillingdon have got a lot to answer for.
3. Litha celebrations, a park, 21st June (for witches and allies)
He hasn't been an Unseelie for millennia and yet this day still makes him either sleepy or grumpy. Sometimes both. Summer, even the cold wet English summer, is not his time. As usual the witches are doing their dancing and chanting around the midsummer bonfire, while Mogget slinks away beneath a picnic table and watches from a distance.
As the evening draws on and the shadows lengthen, he loses interest, yawning a couple of times before curling up into a tight ball and closing his eyes. The celebrations will go on until dawn. Frankly, he'd rather get some sleep.
4. Choose your own adventure! Hit me up with your own prompt.
It seems like an ordinary night. Mogget is sleeping in his cat bed in Anthony's room, as he always does. The little boy is sleeping soundly, while Mogget is under strict instructions to protect the child and to never, ever ask or let him take off his collar. Mostly he avoids any sort of interaction with the boy; he's not going to risk getting his tail pulled.
Samantha sleeps in the room next door. Next to her is the bathroom and on the other side of the hallway is a spare room that is being used as a study. Samantha's laptop is in here, along with a number of files and other items related to her work.
There are wards on the house too, magical wards designed to deter fae (except him, of course) and to prevent witches from using magic to spy or break in. It's secure enough that they've never had any problems, although the security is nothing like as sophisticated as what he was used to at Sylvia Redbright's house. But Samantha's flat is also far less well-known; she doesn't use it for meetings nor does she advertise where she lives. She prefers to keep her home life private.
That suits Mogget just fine too. There's a glimmer of moonlight seeping in through the curtains as he sleeps, peaceful and still.
2. Magical Innovation Centre, Richmond, post-rave, 15th June (open)
He's given to understand that the police broke up a rave outside the premises last night and it certainly looks like it. Broken bottles and food wrappers litter the streets and there are several buildings with graffiti sprayed on the walls. This used to be a good neighbourhood. Now no self-respecting witch will go near it and so Mogget has been sent in to assess the damage and take a look around the building – hopefully without getting caught.
He pads across the lawn in cat form and pauses to sniff at a discarded flyer. Hillingdon have got a lot to answer for.
3. Litha celebrations, a park, 21st June (for witches and allies)
He hasn't been an Unseelie for millennia and yet this day still makes him either sleepy or grumpy. Sometimes both. Summer, even the cold wet English summer, is not his time. As usual the witches are doing their dancing and chanting around the midsummer bonfire, while Mogget slinks away beneath a picnic table and watches from a distance.
As the evening draws on and the shadows lengthen, he loses interest, yawning a couple of times before curling up into a tight ball and closing his eyes. The celebrations will go on until dawn. Frankly, he'd rather get some sleep.
4. Choose your own adventure! Hit me up with your own prompt.
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The smell of rat was getting stronger. Mogget's ear twitched.
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"Oy, Roddy!" His whisper is only loud because of how silent the flat was. "Roddy, I can't get in. Bloody witch has warded the place!"
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Climbing back out of the drawer column, he went around front and decided to climb up the front, gripping his tiny rodent hands and feet onto the handles to go up. It was now he could see the lock, but part of him hoped it wouldn't be...
He gripped on the handle with both hands, using his feet to push against the drawer below, trying to pull the drawer out. No use. It didn't even budge and it was, Roddy concluded, most likely locked. Scurrying away from the drawers for a moment, Roddy looked for something heavy enough to smash the lock.
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Of course, any of these things would make rather a lot of noise... He might be better off using a paperclip to pick the lock.
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Sure, Roddy could sit there and fiddle around with the lock all day, probably get caught anyway because he couldn't sit there forever, and then have to make a run for it and leave empty handed. Or he could break the lock, still get caught, but at least have a chance to grab something that had to be important if Samantha bothered locking it up before he made a break for it.
He chose the latter, shifting to a half human, half rat form so he'd have the size he'd need to pick up the paperweight off the desk and smash open the lock. From there, he barely even looked. He heard his heart pounding in his ears as he pulled the drawer open and grabbed something that looked small enough for his rat form to carry. A flash drive. Shoving it in his mouth and holding it in his teeth, hoping it would be something close to what they were supposed to be getting, Roddy rushed over to the window, gripping the windowsill in his hands so that when he shifted back to rat form, it was only a matter of scrambling to get his hind feet up onto the windowsill as well.
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"Stay here," he hissed.
He smelled a rat. And whatever it was, his first priority was to keep Anthony safe. So Mogget stalked over to the door, nudging it open with his nose, and stared out into the hallway, tail twitching. The noise had come from the study.
He padded over, not quick, but cautious, and entered the room just as Roddy shifted back into rat form to climb on the windowsill. For a split second Mogget stared. Not a rat, a shapeshifter. And there was a broken desk drawer and was that something in the rodent's mouth?
Instinct kicked in. He darted forward and leaped up to the windowsill, intending to swipe at the rat with needle-filled paws.
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As he neared the next windowsill, he reached out his hands, grappling it with his claws, and ended up with his body dangling precariously from the ledge. But his descent was stopped, he still had a flash drive held firmly in his mouth, so Roddy decided he was doing pretty well...so he decided to release his grip again, dropping down and then doing the same with the first floor windowsill, at which point he concluded he could probably drop the rest of the way without dying, so released his grip once more, falling the few remaining feet to the asphalt below.
It stung a bit when his feet hit the ground, and he suspected they'd be a bit red for a while, but Roddy figured if he got away, then that was a win. He decided to look up, though, to check whether the fae was in pursuit.
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"Roddy, you got it? I got a bloke to get it to."
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In response to the question, though, Roddy gave a little nod.
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"Look who we have here." He was a cat again, having landed on a roof right above Dodger and Roddy's heads, peering down at them with bright green eyes. "A rat and a thief. Or a thief and a rat?"
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This can't have been a random break-in. Someone planned this, and it's hard to imagine that the two juveniles in front of him are the masterminds of this particular burglary.
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That was 100% a bluff. Mogget had neither the power nor the inclination to attack them. He could have gone for the rat on its own, but not with a fae protecting it.
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"Like I said. Don't like her much."
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He asked it again, staring down at the boy and his rat. Even a negative reply would tell him something, if only he could get an answer.
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Just making sure.
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"Now, got places to be, if you don't mind."
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Duty demands that he can't just let them go. He'll have to make at least one more token effort. Which is why he transforms once again into a crow and swoops down, aiming to snatch the rat right off the boy's shoulder.
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"Bugger off!"
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