Midsummer mischief

[bellbound]

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.

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[ghoulaid]

Some people will be spending most of the day sleeping off the consequences of last night. Ghoul, however, is not one of those people. He hadn't gotten too wild so he feels fine, and he's taken it upon himself to return to the scene. Just to scout it out, nothing major- mainly seeing what people have left behind and making sure no one's been abandoned in a locked closet.

Running off trespassing kitty cats is something he hadn't expected.

Ghoul makes his presence known by flinging a balled up piece of trash at Mogget. It falls short since it doesn't have enough weight to carry itself as far as it needs to, but whatever. He tried. "You can't be here."

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[roddy_reinigen]

Roddy's job was simple. Get inside, open the door for Dodger. It certainly wasn't the first time Roddy had used his rat form to sneak into someone's house for information, and he didn't much care for the mother of witches, and would be more than glad to do something to piss her off.

That said, he was completely terrified of doing this because he knew it would piss her off.

If he was caught, there was pretty much nothing he could do to stop her from killing him, and considering what he was doing, she wouldn't even be considered to be in the wrong. Frankly, this entire thing was insane, and he had half a mind to tell Dodger that this whole deal was off and he was going home and forgetting about the whole thing. Unfortunately, the other half of his mind was busy analyzing every possible opening and entrance into the place as he walked outside the building, checking it out. Samantha lived on the third floor, which was high enough that he'd rather avoid trying to climb up to it, but not so much it would be out of the question if he didn't find a better option.

He decided to get in through the kitchen vent. Fortunately, he saw the output for what he assumed was the kitchen vent, and the one that would lead to her apartment (assuming they took a fairly direct path) was close to the fire escape. It was also fortunate that this was facing an alley, where witnesses would be less likely.

Roddy ran up the fire escape until he reached the appropriate level, climbing up onto the railing and sitting on it as he reached out, getting a grip on the edge of the opening that he planned to use to climb inside. Holding on as tightly as he could, he shifted quickly, knowing that once his arms shortened, he'd have to carry his entire weight. Soon he was dangling by that rapidly shrinking hand, but fortunately since his weight was dropping at an incredibly rapid rate, he was able to hold on. His clothes dropped into the alley below, and once he'd become a rat, he scurried inside.

Once he forced himself to ignore all the delicious smells of evaporated grease that had dried in this vent, it wasn't hard to go from there, the natural ribbing of the duct work gave him a nice foot hold, and once he reached her kitchen, he dropped down onto the kitchen vent, which was only fastened by a few screws and made mostly of metallic mesh, so was pliable enough for him to get enough of an opening between the base and the frame to push his head through. Once his head was through, his body quickly followed, landing on her stove. From there he hopped to the ground and quickly, quietly, scurried under a counter, listening to the sounds of the house.

He doesn't know what he's looking for, or what he might end up finding, but he is certain that Samantha being who she is, he might find something interesting. But he'd rather focus his search in an area of the house where he hears no signs of life, and that's why he chose the spare room.

Of course, the second he gets inside and starts nosing around, he's delighted at what he sees. Her computer's here, and part of him wishes he could just pick the whole thing up and run out, but he's not entirely sure if he wants to take the risk of changing back to human yet. And so he continues to look around, careful to avoid touching anything in case there was some strange magic...stuff on any of it.