Ah, the smell of rebellious spirit in the evening. It is rather refreshing. Granted, many of the scruffy protesters here are students who know nothing about anything, but there are some older faces in the crowd too.
The only problem is, he's on the wrong side of this particular fence. Mogget slinks along Whitehall following a hostile encounter with Larry the Downing Street cat and he suspects his evening is only going to get worse from here. As ever, he's Samantha's eyes and ears in a dangerous environment, hoping to find a quiet corner to observe the spectacle without being noticed.
"The last election was a sham!" Someone with a loudspeaker is getting very passionate. "Vampire and vampire is not a choice. We the people demand a real choice!"
He manages ten minutes hunched on a step opposite the Night Council HQ before someone hurls a bottle at him. "Fucking spy!"
Mogget leaps aside with a yowl as the bottle (thankfully plastic, not glass) bounces off the step and tears off, but it's a big crowd and an awful lot of legs to get through. He has to find somewhere to hide, and quickly.
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The only problem is, he's on the wrong side of this particular fence. Mogget slinks along Whitehall following a hostile encounter with Larry the Downing Street cat and he suspects his evening is only going to get worse from here. As ever, he's Samantha's eyes and ears in a dangerous environment, hoping to find a quiet corner to observe the spectacle without being noticed.
"The last election was a sham!" Someone with a loudspeaker is getting very passionate. "Vampire and vampire is not a choice. We the people demand a real choice!"
He manages ten minutes hunched on a step opposite the Night Council HQ before someone hurls a bottle at him. "Fucking spy!"
Mogget leaps aside with a yowl as the bottle (thankfully plastic, not glass) bounces off the step and tears off, but it's a big crowd and an awful lot of legs to get through. He has to find somewhere to hide, and quickly.