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It was a ball, it was a blast (OPEN)

A: Library

Kenzi has been a busy little bee as of late - something that has gotten her a sizable hill of cash. (She doesn't do banks. Not when people like her are around to steal innocent folks identities.) However, for all her success, Kenzi has yet to find the goose what laid the golden egg.

Figuratively. Or maybe literally? She doesn't know yet. All she knows is that when Barnet was taken over and Jenny from the block's stuff became hers, she found a page of a book. At first she didn't think it was anything worth taking - but it was old, the writing almost like Old English, and therefore worth a quick glance.

What she saw there made her stuff it in her bra and wait until she was home to read it more thoroughly. It was torn from a spell book of some kind, that much was clear. One made by a Circle Midnight witch, by a Circle Midnight witch if what little she could read was any indication. The page told her that this book - wherever it was - could help her summon a Fae long before she was technically powerful enough to do it on her own.

Not that she was alone now. But she wasn't about to pull Nancy into her mess, and Abigail might have been their merry band's leader - but it didn't mean she trusted her beyond that role.

So Kenzi was trying to do some research.

It was a pretty amazing place in Kenzi's opinion. The British Library was near the King's Cross station, which didn't make it hard to find. And while the more accessible public areas were fantastic for the collections they had, what Kenzi wanted was in the basement. Specifically the basement below the basement. It was no secret in the supernatural community that the person in charge of the downstairs was...something else. Nobody knew exactly what. Some people suspected they were a dragon wearing human form, and that their hoard was more books than gold. The specifics of the rumors eluded her, but she wasn't here to learn about the owner.

The sub-basement was dank and musty, the lighting in the hallway was sparse and covering the rows and rows of books was floor to ceiling wire gates. Spell books were scattered among their ranks, and the feeling of old power leaking from the racks of books was heady. Whether or not they were white or black spells, Kenzi didn't care.

There was a good-sized room hidden behind the books with a thick oak table and four mismatched chairs of assorted fabrics and wear. It took her an hour or so to start picking out the oldest looking books and placing them on the table.

B: Tarot

Once again on Portobello, Kenzi has her fortune telling stall open for business. Her working name is printed on the cards she hands out from her stall as Madam Czigany - palms, runes and tarot readings. Everyone on the street knows her as the blond hippy Russian who was way too into wiccan stuff. They didn't know she was an actual witch, and they didn't need to. Neither did her customers, as far as she was concerned. It wasn't as if they cared.

Kenzi waited patiently under her covered booth at the table, alternatively smoothing out the thinning shawl she'd placed on top to cover the stains on the plastic top and shuffling her cards. People ate up this gimmick, so she wasn't anxious.

C: Stealing from a Dead Woman (a...again.)

Kenzi had a cousin (she has a lot of cousins doesn't she?) who used to work at the Kitterick hotel where Carmilla had kept herself, before it had become the decrepit mess it was now. When Anton (her cousin) told her suddenly the power was back on and that a bunch of people had been seen coming and going from the penthouse floor up until a few days ago - Kenzi figured she could at least start watching it and scoping out the place to see if she could maybe make a profit. (This is open to interaction!)

Once she realized that nobody was coming back to the place, Kenzi decided to call her very best friend - and the only other person interested in making some money this way that she knew right now.

The vampire's attendents had abandoned all of Carmilla's valuable and beautiful things in the penthouse and where ever the finery was, Kenzi only saw a profit to be made. She rented a truck to park in the loading bay of the hotel's kitchen, so as to transport things like the curtains and creepy chair with a little less effort. Though she didn't have any preliminary security set up to warn her of when someone might stumble upon their work, Kenzi had some nasty little spells ready to go if she needed to fight someone off.

She was also armed with her keen lies as well.

D: W-W-WILDCARD!!!

Make up your own if you feel up to it!

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Are you sure the psychic thing is only an act, Kenzi? Because upon hearing that, Nancy turned to look at her friend straight in the eye, her brows furrowed. "Kenzi! That's not totally sure! That's-" She paused and swallowed.

"You remembered to take a dose of Vamp Toxin?" Nancy kept a bottle or two readily on hand for obvious reasons. If a john got too thirsty, she needed a way to save herself fast. So when you're raiding a dead vamp's house? It was real stupid not to take some before hand.

The world may never know? Kenzi shrugs haplessly, and keeps going.

"No?" She'd been too excited about the prospect of actually getting some old rich people shit that she forgot.

"But! I have my amulet!" Her witch's amulet to be precise. It was a simple small ring on a silver chain she wore under her clothing, but it worked and that was all Kenzi cared about. She hoped that Nancy would have a bottle of V.T. to spare, with what she did Kenzi almost expected it. Almost.

Nancy rolls her eyes. Of course, she had the amulet but no v.t.. Nancy never left home without either one of them, and the occasional Blood Replenishing potion.

Reaching into her bag, Nancy pulled out a small blue bottle about the size of the mini-vodkas and handed it to Kenzi. "Drink it. An amulet can get ripped off, and won't do any good if he's sinking his fangs into you." Trust her, girly. She had scars dotting her major veins as proof.

"Drink it, and let's go."

Kenzi breathed a relieved sigh as Nancy gave her a bottle and she chugged it without a moment's hesitation. The paranoid part of her brain was shouting it could be poison, you don't know, but Kenzi trusted Nancy more than anyone.

"Ugh. It tastes like ass," no one said v.t tasted good Kenzi.

"Thanks." She grimaced, making faces as she handed the bottle back.

"Yeah? Next time I'll add peppermint." Sarcasm, but she put the bottle back in her purse. "Kenz, it's a toxin, it's not supposed to taste like a sweet. Next time, just pretend it's vodka." Or something worse. Who knew.

Already having a dose of VT in her veins, she adjusted her purse. "Well then. Shall we?"

"Noted. Let's do this!"

Kenzi clapped her hands together, like she was trying to pump up a football team. It's a very lame rallying cry, but she's with her best friend - what could happen?

A lot, she tells herself as she leads Nancy to the kitchen doors meant for loading and unloading produce. The whole kitchen reeks of dust, sweat, and other unpleasant things that mean this place was not cleaned before it was abandoned.

"Ugh, come on. I wanna get the elevator working so we don't have to go up and down twelve flights of stairs."

Kenzi plugged her nose and ventured further into the abandoned hotel. It was extremely creepy, but so far vampire-less.

So lame, Nancy can't even bring herself to repeat it. She was younger than Kenzi. But not that young. Though she got what she was trying to do- her view of North America tended to be filled with pom-pom bearing cheerleaders and hand-egg.

Silently, she follows Kenzi, trying to keep herself open to intercepting any bad feelings this place gave off. Other than the general bad feeling of this being a dead-dead vampire's place.

"Smart." But was it that smart? Seriously, elevators were loud... Still, they were safe...ish.

Nancy placed her hand, covered in the fabric of her cardigan, up to her nose and tried to breath through that as they walked in further and further. "We ought to sage the place."

Kenzi takes the turns her cousin told her about, and finds herself at the fuse box for the whole hotel. A little stripping and twisting of the wires in the fusebox would get it working well enough. Hopefully the elevator wouldn't break on them.

As she jimmied open the fusebox, Kenzi asked her,

"Do you wanna do that now?"

"You got it." without any hesitation, she reached in to her purse and pulled out another smaller bag. this one contained a sage bundle. putting the bag away, she concentrated on the end of the sage, which burst into flames before settling into a nice smoulder.

she moved around the space, muttering blessings as Kenzi worked on the wires.

Kenzi made a noisy inhale as Nancy did her work and smiled as she stripped two wires with her cutters. "Ah, smells like clean spirits."

...Stop making puns, for everyone's sake Kenzi.

As she snickers at her own joke Kenzi sparks the two wires and suddenly the building whirrs to life with lights and electricity. There's the sound of some bulbs popping from shorting out, but other than that - nothing.

"And we're in business." She makes quick work of twisting the wires together before closing the fusebox.

"Twelfth floor, here we come."

Nancy stifled a giggle.

She kept the sage burning, but stepped into the elevator, allowing the embers to fade just slightly. But they were there, purifying the air.

"Let's hope it's an easy in-out job." But she highly doubted it was.

"That's what she said." Kenzi remarks as an aside without even realizing she said it and pushed the top button on the hotel number roster.

While she believed her cousin when he said all the vampires cleared out, she was of the opinion that it was better to be safe than sorry. Especially when doing something like this.

She had an incantation ready to go, some fire ready to fly up in a barrier between the elevator and the floor - she'd been studying.

10....11....12....ding!

Alright. That gets Kenzi a side-eye, even as she fires up.

Okay, so she can make lame jokes, too.

The doors spread open and Nancy brought the fire back up on the ends of the sage, sliding in behind Kenzi, all while she prepared herself to send up a shield in front of them.

"Let's go." Back to back with Kenzi, she moved in sideways.

"Roger." At first, she's very serious. Looking in all the nooks in crannies she can possibly suspect a vampire to hide in. For extra measure, she tears the fabric off a few covered windows just to see.

The whole place has just been completely abandoned. And quickly too, because holy shit there is a lot of loot.

Kenzi is quick to go from cautious to outright glee.

"Dude. Jackpot, much?"

Well damn. Nancy takes the other half of the room, following Kenzi's lead of letting a little light into the room. That would be so much better. Even with the lights on in here.

"Oh my god." Nancy's looking around. "What can we take for ourselves?" She's eyeing what appears to be a liquor cabinet.

Kenzi remains silent for a moment, focusing on all the pretty sparkling things instead of what Nancy said. A few moments later, she replies with a shaky, excited: "Errthang."

Take what you can, give nothing back, right?

She starts pulling drawers from the expensive looking dressers and armiours or whatever they're called. Lightning strike technique.

"Well then!" Nancy rubs her hands together eagerly, making sure her bag was over her shoulder. The bag itself was enchanted, so she could store more in there than otherwise would be found in a purse. It really came in handy for things like this. A real live bottomless pit bag.

Not bottomless, but y'know.

Kenzi's got the dressers, Nancy's heading to the closet, pouring over the shoes and bags and some of the jewelry she kept in there. "What size shoe are you?"

Kenzi squishes her face in thought, pulling out the contents of the drawers with consistent speed. However, the mention of shoes has her distracted and she easily abandons her things to come to the closet with her.

"Six or five depending on the shoe. Quoi?"

Please let it be killer stilettos.

Nancy rolled her eyes. "35, 36 give or take then." UK shoe sizes. "cause this lady had amazing taste. but it's looking like 38s." too big for Nancy as well. it was hard being tiny, as both girls could attest to.

Nancy pulls out a few skirts and holds them in front of her, swaying her hips. "she has killer taste at least." and into her bag.

"Sure." Kenzi flaps her hand around listlessly and pouts at the shoe collection; she had only memorized currency exchange from Canada to England and it was a little bit of a shame she had such tiny feet.

"We could hawk 'em. I know plenty of places that could give us top dollar."

Like out of walk in freezers in Russian restaurants.

"I think we might have hit the jackpot as far as clothes go. We can take those in if we have to at least."

Kenzi is eyeing a devastating robe that is hanging off a gold lacquered coat-stand near the huge bathroom.

"Dibs."

"Perfect. These are some damn good shoes." She was just about to turn to some of the finer clothes on tall racks when Kenzi snatched the robe.

"Damn it! What is that- that's got to be a million years old." It was stunning. With a giggle, Nancy was back to the closet, starting to play dress-up with long opera gloves and many daring hats. This was the best haul in a long time.

Kenzi began playing dress-up as well. They were allowed to be children for a few minutes, weren't they?

"Hey, Nan -" Kenzi turns around, having donned the robe and several glittering necklaces and rings, and strikes a dramatic pose worthy of Old Hollywood. "- I vant to be ahlone."

Greta Garbo was fabulous, and this robe honestly looked like it could belong to her.

She turns back to her friend at her name, only to see Kenzi pulling off a fabulous Greta Garbo. She laughed, giving her a round of applause. "Beautiful! I'll let you have the closet to yourself, Madame Malikov." She dipped into a low, mocking bow.

"Oh, you are too kind my darlinkg!"

She phlegmed up the accent a little more before dissolving into snickers. Totally not professional, but Kenzi was high on adrenaline right now. She and Nancy could take out anyone right now.

"I'll take half you take half?"

She figured that was fair.

"Perfect. We can deal with sizes later for clothes, and what-have-you?" Because that was important. Even though Nancy was probably going to sell the majority of the clothing. Though, there was a particularly gorgeous red dress in here that had to have at least been two hundred years old that was calling her name quite loudly.

She'd be taking that dress, thank you.

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