August Catch All

[knowntohisfriends]

[Catch all for Zara's characters for August. Starters inside. PM/Plurk if you want a thread! Or just post and we'll go with the flow]

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For Lydia [probs backdated]

[outofthemanor]

They had arranged to meet at mid-day at a small coffee shop close to the apartment. Wednesday had arrived early to first check on the place before handing keys over to her new tenant. The place was acceptable, to an Addams' standards, but whether or not that meant Lydia would like it... Still this was a favour to a friend - of sorts - and an Addams always did their best by their friends. They seemed to be so hard to keep, otherwise.

So, she waited, cup of coffee in hand.

Re: For Lydia [probs backdated]

[morevacant]

By the time that Lydia reached the cafe, there was a frown on her face. This area was grotty. There was rubbish on the floors, boarded up windows, smashed glass, overflowing bins... it was disgusting. And it smelled.

The cafe too was grotty: it was a far cry from Costa or Starbucks, or even Cafe Nero. it was a proper greasy spoon. Surely this was a mistake? But no - there was Wednesday in the window.

Lydia tried to smile as she waled in, but it's probably clear from her expression that she's not too impressed.

"Hey - Wednesday?"

[outofthemanor]

"Lydia," Wednesday nodded in greeting. "You're late." Only by a minute or two, but she was in the mood for being particularly pedantic that day. "Shall I take you to your new apartment, or would you like to purchase a drink first?"

[morevacant]

"From here?" It's all Lydia can do to keep the 'eww' in. Like she'd buy anything from here. The mugs probably aren't even washed properly. Ew.

"I'm... I'm not thirsty. Let's just see the place! I'm so excited... it's not right near here, is it?"

[outofthemanor]

"It's not far," was Wednesday's reply. She stands, gathering her things, and walks out of the cafe, assuming that Lydia will follow her. Her pace is brisk, and she doesn't make with the small talk.

She enters a building - no access control, and makes for the stairs. Three flights up, she stops in front of a door. "This will be you."

[morevacant]

Lydia's expression becomes more and more alarmed as they journey through the maze of streets that have obviously seen far better days.When they actually go in and up, Lydia even goes to grab Wednesday's hand.

"Hey - this is safe, right? There aren't any druggies round here, are there?"

[outofthemanor]

She does seem to actually consider the question for a moment. "I've never been accosted. Perhaps it would add more colour to the area." She turns back towards the door, taking out the key and unlocking it. Stepping inside, she calls to Lydia over her shoulder.

"One bedroom, bathroom, living room and kitchen. Small, but serviceable."

For Fun Ghoul / Party Poison / Girl

[outofthemanor]

Tracking people down was not especially difficult, especially in an era of constant online presences. It took the fun out of it, really, Wednesday thought. Part of the reason she didn't have social media - she didn't want to make it that easy for anyone hunting her. Her prey in this case were three of the local werewolves, all of which she had met.

Really, showing up at their door and knocking was too easy. Someone should do something about that.

[ghoulaid]

No one comes to their door. Like, ever. No one's made a call for delivery, there's nothing for a neighbor to be angry about, there aren't Jehovah's Witnesses here, so what's the deal? Unless it's the cops. Shit, it's probably the cops. Ghoul doesn't personally remember doing anything super sloppy lately, but Party probably has and now it's caught up to him. Does the law work the same here as it does in America? Whatever, it doesn't matter. He's ready. Fuck the police.

He yanks the door open like the furious little creature he is, immediately snapping out, "You better have a warrant, motherfucker," before the air even has a chance to settle. And when it does settle, two thoughts hit him at about the same time:

One, that's a tiny pig.

Two, that's not actually an officer. Or a motherfucker. Hey, he knows her... "Oh. Hi." Yeah, hi.

[outofthemanor]

"I don't believe a warrant is required for visiting, but I could forge the necessary papers if you do want them," Wednesday replied dryly. People opening their doors and screaming in her face? Well, it happened fairly regularly in her life, so it was not really anything to be surprised by.

"I have a proposition for you and your pack," she said, not really feeling the need for preamble. "Can I come in?"

[ghoulaid]

"Uh, no, I'll let it slide this time." Real nice save.

Ghoul steps to the side and pulls the door wider, gesturing for her to come on inside. It's safe enough- the place is currently in acceptable shape, considering a group of nearly-feral animals lives there. "A proposition?" That sounds fancy. Of course, his first assumption is that she's referring to the entire pack instead of the smaller band he spends nearly every waking moment around. "D'you need me to get you in front of Katherine?"

[outofthemanor]

"Yourself, your friend, and the younger one you take care of. Perhaps immediate pack would have been the correct term," she ponders briefly, coming inside. "It can be hard to remember which terminology is the right one to be using," it's added in an off-hand manner.

She opens her bag, and pulls out a manilla folder.

"I have some properties. To be correct, my family owns properties throughout the city, and part of my being here is to see to their upkeep." She takes out a piece of paper, a photo, and holds it out to Ghoul. "I was wondering if you and your friends would like to occupy one of the warehouses."

[ghoulaid]

...Really? She wants that group?

"Wait, really?" Color him surprised. People don't normally seek out the shitwolves specifically- not for actual, legitimate business, yet here she is, offering them a warehouse to look after. Them. A now-trio of werewolves whose most mature, least destructive member is a literal teenager. They're a little unbalanced at the moment; they used to have two teenagers... Although their second kid was pretty calamitous too.

Despite being 99.999% sure he is somehow mishearing her here, he still reaches out and takes the offered information, scanning over the picture with a slightly confused expression. It looks... habitable. Why would anyone willingly give them A Thing that wasn't already ruined beyond all repair? "Um, are you sure? Why would you want us?" Sure, he thinks their tiny sub-pack is the bee's knees, but he also knows they don't have the most upstanding reputation even for werewolves.

[outofthemanor]

"I know you," it's a simple enough answer and it has the bonus of being the truth. Wednesday has met all three of them and seems to enjoy their company enough to be willing to offer them a place.

[thelastjoy]

Word spread fast around the den, particularly the good when they'd had so much bad to report recently. She was just surprised the good news actually included her this time. A warehouse reminded her of the places she'd been in when she was a kid, seeing all the run down buildings her old pack would hid away in during the full moon.

It wasn't hard to run down Wednesday before she left the property, Girl could move pretty fast when she felt like it. "You're really just gonna hand it over to us, just like that?" Girl asked when she was close enough, eyes wide. She didn't take Wednesday for the joking type, at least not about something so benign, but it was hard to imagine anyone giving responsibility over anything to Girl and Party. Maybe having Ghoul around was what swung the vote.

[outofthemanor]

"Yes." There was no point in stringing out her answer, after all.

[thelastjoy]

Yes, wow. There it was point blank. "I thought Ghoul was just pullin' my leg. Seemed like the kinda prank he'd pull." Maybe. If she weren't currently so worried he was mad at her.

"Um. So you're like our landlord now? And why? I mean. I kind figured you wanna pawn it off on your own first."

[outofthemanor]

"Employer," Wednesday corrected, tilting her head just slightly. "You will essentially be keeping care of the place for me, informing me of repairs and what not." Also werewolves tended to be a very good at showing how well a place could withstand damage. "The family have their own places."

[thelastjoy]

"Which makes it even more weird to me. I can get hiring Ghoul, but-" Girl cut herself off, shaking her head. "Not that I'm trying to make you regret your decision. We're grateful, really."

She shook her head again. "No, I figured that. If you guys own a bunch of property, none of you would want a warehouse. I meant more like, you know, your kind. Witches."

For Nancy

[knowntohisfriends]

It wasn't that he was soft, no matter what Jem White would claim loudly to the contrary. It wasn't even that he was trying to butter her up. It was... well, frankly, the Dodger couldn't properly explain the why of him showing up at Nancy's doorstep like that, a bottle of gin in his hand. He just...

They'd never gone so long without talking. Even on bad days, they always seemed to be able to find something to natter about, and not being able ot have that natter with her felt... strange. Like something wasn't right.

So he was here. With gin. Gin always helped.

[stauncherhearted]

Gin did help, but right now it took a back-seat when Nancy saw who was on her doorstep.

"What the fuck d'you want?" She asks, crossing her arms immediately when she opens the door. "Cooper ain't in, he's down at the Night Council, if you wanted to tell him about bloody Jem White this time!"

[knowntohisfriends]

His head ducks and he pulls his hat off, running his hand nervously across his hair. There's an almost defeated look in the way his shoulders slump and had this been a deliberate move, it would have netted him a good score in the right place. Here? It's not deliberate.

"Just... been a while since we..."

He stops, looking around.

"This were a bad idea..."

[stauncherhearted]

It was a bad idea. A terrible idea. But he'd taken his hat off and now Nancy's curious.

She waves her hand, keeping him in place with music. "That don't answer my question. what d'you want Jack? throw another bottle at me?"

[knowntohisfriends]

"Didn't mean to ..." he's muttering, not really wanting to get back into that night. "Just..." he's not really sure what to say, and instead just holds out the bottle of gin in her direction.

[stauncherhearted]

"you didn't mean to?" She demands. "Like Fagin didn't mean to put me in the hospital last year?" She didn't believe him.

She takes the gin though and removes the spell. "what do you want?"