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 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.

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul glances back up at her face, staring blankly. That's it. That's her reasoning. "Oh." Well, what was he expecting? "No, that makes sense."

He makes a thoughtful sound, stealing another glance at the picture. Having their own warehouse to hang around in would be pretty neat... But it can't be that easy. No way. "Okay, so what do we need to do if we take it? You gotta have some kind of terms and conditions or whatever." Maybe they have to repair it if they move in? Or the rent could be crazy-high... That would suck. That might actually make the decision for them, right there.

[outofthemanor]

"Keep it standing." That was all her Father had requested of her. "Tell me if there's anything immediate that needs... repairing," her voice hesitated on that last bit. Generally speaking, she wasn't a fan of repairs but people liked them.

[ghoulaid]

"Yeah, 'course." They certainly wouldn't want the place falling down on their heads. But there's a definite difference between collapsing and clearly lived-in by rowdy werewolves, which... Well, that last one would be obvious enough.

If it happens at all. It's time to get down to brass tacks here. "Okay, so how much a month is it?" Probably too much. There's no way they can afford Party's apartment and this place, and probably not even this place all on its own. It is, after all, an entire building. Maybe it's morbid curiosity that's driving him to discover exactly how broke they truly are. Kind of like looking at million-dollar house listings online, just for the masochistic element.

[outofthemanor]

"No rent," Wednesday said. "You would after all be informing me of anything needed to keep the place in relative upkeep, so charging you for doing a job seems... redundant."

[ghoulaid]

Holy shit.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. They can just go there whenever they want, and do whatever they want? For free. For real. Fucking sold.

Ghoul is, obviously, way too-cool-for-school, so he fights to keep his expression nonchalant despite wanting to grin like an idiot and fidget around excitedly. "I mean, yeah, sure. We can handle it." Nevermind, so much for not fidgeting- he ends up curling the picture in to a tube-shape and rolling it in his hands over and over, but that's better than bouncing around like a little kid. He can't be faulted, okay. Happy dogs can never stay still.

[outofthemanor]

"Good. When would you like to view the 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."

[outofthemanor]

Wednesday pauses: "Don't tar all witches with the same brush of snobbery."

[thelastjoy]

"I didn't that y'all were-" She stopped. That was exactly what she meant. Girl looked abashed. "You're nice. And I've meet other witches who are too! It's just, with everything goin' on, you kinda expect not all witches wanna have something to do with a wolf."

[outofthemanor]

"I'm not inclined to follow the party line," Wednesday said.

Truthfully, she cared very little about what the supposed 'Mother of Witches' said. She didn't like the woman or her polices, and as soon as she had found a way to free the Fae enslaved to her that did not end with them turning on her for others' foolish arrogance, she would do so

[thelastjoy]

"I can see that," Girl said faintly. She'd realized Wednesday was a little different from their first meeting, but maybe she'd misjudged by just how much. "You don't worry they'll get mad at you?"

[outofthemanor]

"No," because she didn't. If they got angry at her for associating with werewolves, it only showed their own intolerance. And frankly, in a modern society intolerance could be used to unsettle those in power.

[thelastjoy]

She cocked her head to the side and let out a short whistle. "You're kinda brave, you know. Wish more people were like that."

[outofthemanor]

"I could be considered incredibly foolish."