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undergrounds2015-10-27 12:03 pm
hurtfew) wrote in undergrounds2015-10-27 12:03 pm
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[SEMI-OPEN] Written by the Victors
Date: 30th of October, pre-Samhain celebration!
Plot: Smug Victory Dinner, with political manoeuvring
Areas: Westminster
It may have been a struggle, but Lambeth has finally been won over. A week of hard work to drive out all the unspeakable sorts, and another week of trying to keep control and tidy up, and it's looking like things are slowly beginning to settle. Gilbert Norrell is very pleased by this. Now he has proven he can be a leader, can lead them to victory -- and over a difficult area too! Of course, there were difficulties. Were small problems and losses along the way, but that does not matter now.
A dinner is not normally his style, he refused to hold one himself, but Childermass persuaded someone else to hold this on his behalf and -- well, it would be rude to decline. So he attends, if reluctantly (he does not like parties) and smiles as people applaud him. It is a rush of success, of ego, and as people come to congratulate him and find ways to carefully bring up their own causes and beliefs Gilbert Norrell feels that finally he is beginning to be recognised.
The table is carefully laid with glittering crystal glasses, candles and flowers. Not too ostentatious but still elegant and respectable, suited to the style of Norrell himself. Waiters and waitresses silently move back and forth serving people and taking requests or preferences, and the food is plentiful. If people can suffer the small-talk and ego coming from the head of the table, it will at least be a good meal.
[ ooc; log for the Daybreak victory meal! You can give me a ping if you want to be involved and replied already! It's set on Friday night so people can get drunk and slouch home without having to worry about the following morning, and can still attend Samhain things later. Entry is free, food and drink is free! The meal is being held by a lackey of Norrell's who wants to suck up to him since he's on the way up, and Norrell is therefore the ~guest of honour~. Dress code is black tie, thread with each other and mingle! ]
Plot: Smug Victory Dinner, with political manoeuvring
Areas: Westminster
It may have been a struggle, but Lambeth has finally been won over. A week of hard work to drive out all the unspeakable sorts, and another week of trying to keep control and tidy up, and it's looking like things are slowly beginning to settle. Gilbert Norrell is very pleased by this. Now he has proven he can be a leader, can lead them to victory -- and over a difficult area too! Of course, there were difficulties. Were small problems and losses along the way, but that does not matter now.
A dinner is not normally his style, he refused to hold one himself, but Childermass persuaded someone else to hold this on his behalf and -- well, it would be rude to decline. So he attends, if reluctantly (he does not like parties) and smiles as people applaud him. It is a rush of success, of ego, and as people come to congratulate him and find ways to carefully bring up their own causes and beliefs Gilbert Norrell feels that finally he is beginning to be recognised.
The table is carefully laid with glittering crystal glasses, candles and flowers. Not too ostentatious but still elegant and respectable, suited to the style of Norrell himself. Waiters and waitresses silently move back and forth serving people and taking requests or preferences, and the food is plentiful. If people can suffer the small-talk and ego coming from the head of the table, it will at least be a good meal.
[ ooc; log for the Daybreak victory meal! You can give me a ping if you want to be involved and replied already! It's set on Friday night so people can get drunk and slouch home without having to worry about the following morning, and can still attend Samhain things later. Entry is free, food and drink is free! The meal is being held by a lackey of Norrell's who wants to suck up to him since he's on the way up, and Norrell is therefore the ~guest of honour~. Dress code is black tie, thread with each other and mingle! ]
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Simon cleans up well. Despite all his protestations of the kind of poverty only known to university students, Simon comes from money. Quite a bit of it, in fact. Thanks to his parents' artistic connections, he went to all the right schools as a child, knows all the right people. Years of film premieres and opening nights at the theatre have taught him to be as comfortable in a tuxedo--modern cut, with slim trousers and a narrow lapel--as in his usual uniform of jeans and a sweatshirt. He accepts a drink with a practiced grace and seems perfectly at ease.
He isn't, of course, but that's an act he's long since perfected. Small talk? Small talk he can do. Even if it means he's surrounded by witches and hunters and God knows what else.
Dinner:
He's relaxed somewhat by dinner (the alcohol has certainly helped). He takes a seat in the middle of the table, far away from anyone he thinks is important. He'd really rather not have anyone paying attention to him right now.
The wine is excellent and the food is even better. He ignores the talk of politics--this is still a very new world to him, after all--and would rather discuss other things. The weather is a topic that is long since exhausted, but he's happy to discuss his research, or his parents' films, or any other topic as long as it has nothing to do with his own abilities as a shapeshifter.
After:
Simon hasn't had a smoke in months, but he feels like he needs one after tonight. He bums a cigarette off a party goer and is about to light it when his sensitive hearing picks up a person approaching from behind. He whips around, startled.
"Yes?"
Other:
[Go for it.]
After
"I think I was going to lose my mind in there," he said, taking the lighter as well before taking a quick drag.
"I'm so bored. You have to save me."
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Matt.
Simon tends to fall on the germaphobic side of the spectrum (too much time spent looking at specimens under a microscope will do that), so when Matt takes Simon's cigarette he gives it up as lost. He's not one for sharing.
When the invitation to Norrell's party came, Matt had nominated himself Simon's plus one and RSVP'd without even giving Simon time to call Skip and ask if she'd be interested. In the couple of weeks that they've been sharing the flat, he's come to realize that Matt is more of a force of nature than a person, and arguing with him is far too exhausting. So he'd been a good flatmate and allowed Matt a peek at his closet.
And now here Matt is, drunk and bored.
"We can always leave," Simon points out. "The party's over."
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He shrugs. "You want to go to a club dressed like this?" He asks, gesturing at his dinner jacket and bow tie. "Knock yourself out trying, but I won't be going with. And remember that you're wearing a bespoke suit, so if you spill anything on it I will take its price out in blood." He's joking, of course, but he really is fond of of that suit. He wore it to the BAFTAs when he was seventeen and watched one of his father's shows lose to Coronation Street. Again.