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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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He has no idea what a single cat could possibly do to steal the center from underneath Hillingdon, but then again, this is Samantha's magic cat. Who the fuck knows. "Samantha's still interested in this place?" He hurries after Mogget, determined to follow him around like an annoying gnat. "Lotta vomit in there, probably. Don't think she'd want it back at this point."
Who is he kidding. Of course she'd want it back. But does Mogget? He's a fae, isn't he? Surely he can't be thrilled about the idea of putting this place back in Samantha's hands. "What d'you think of all this shit?"
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"I think I'd like you to stop following me," he answers without missing a beat, eyes scanning the parked cars. Maybe the worst-kept one belongs to Ghoul. Probably not, he thinks. Kid probably has to take the bus.
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He's going to have a bad time, because Ghoul's still right there, tailing after him. "I'd like you to stop bein' such an ass, but neither of us are gettin' what we want." Charming as ever. No doubt Mogget misses the alliance with East End. "Either I follow you or I chase you the fuck off, which one do you want?"
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"Neither." Chased or followed, both unappealing options. He's not going to say yes to either one. "I fail to see what you get out of this. I'm here because I have to be. You I can only assume chose to come here."
He crosses to the other side of the car park to continue his inspection, stepping delicately over a puddle. The stink here is genuinely unpleasant, a mixture of car fumes, alcohol and various other substances, trash, old food... And then there's Ghoul himself, so add the smell of wet dog. At this rate he'd rather they kept the place shut down.
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Ghoul continues trailing after him, stomping his way through the same puddle without a care in the world. Unlike Mogget, he has shoes and a lack of fucks to give. "I got my own shit to do, I just don't like the idea of you bein' unsupervised. You're nothin' but trouble." Like he's one to talk.
Something Mogget's said makes him wonder, though... After a (probably too-short) moment of silence, he starts up again. "You don't seem to like doin' anything you been told to do. What happens if you just don't fuckin' do it?"
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He seems to forget how uncooperative Mogget is. "What is it? Like, mind control?"
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He's finished his inspection of the car park and moves on to the actual building, ears flattening as he looks up at the glass doors. Is it worth going in? Probably not.
Mogget's rudeness isn't entirely down to his personality. He's limited in what he can say about the spell that binds him. But regardless of what he says, Ghoul can't help him. Only a Daybreak witch can take off his collar.
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Maybe he can google it...
Ghoul watches at Mogget as he stares at the doors. "I'll let you in if you tell me what she's gonna do with it." Every fae likes deals, right? And Mogget can't reach the door handle by himself, so everyone wins. "She can't open it back up, can she?"
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"She can try. In fact, that's exactly what she intends to do."
There, he's answered the question. Now it's Ghoul's turn to open the place up.
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Privately he thinks Ghoul is right. But he's also taking an annoyingly long time to open this door, so who cares about his opinion. Being a cat, Mogget can squeeze through some surprisingly small gaps and he does so as soon as the door is open enough, poking his head through to take a look at the damage.
Well, not damage. Just empty, really, but if that's the case elsewhere then that will be the damage. They had stock and supplies in this building. He'll have to look around to see what's left.
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He stares down at Mogget, and for a moment, wonders what it would be like to tug the door shut on him. "'Kay, you looked. Get out."
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