A busy little witch (OPEN)

[acrookedchild]

A) Scattered Pieces

It hadn't been easy to decide how to go about doing she knew she had to. The matter demanded subtlety but also needed to be understood. Humans couldn't know, and action had to be protected as much as possible from the Night Council.

Calling together the hidden members of Circle Midnight wouldn't be easy, but it needed to happen.

Separated, they were nothing. A girl could die, and there was no coven to demand justice for her. There was power in numbers, and they lacked that so long as they were all apart, hiding. Yet, after Barnet, it was fairly easy to guess the Night Council wouldn't just ignore such a gathering.

Abigail Widdowson knew she had to be careful.

On June 10th, she started her work.

Business cards were the best way to go about it anonymously, which was required for now. Once there were more of them together, something more public could be handled. At present, though, they all had to remain unknown. So the placement of the cards was paramount. The bookstores were her first stop, both chain and the 'New Age' sort. She knew the books actual witches would get, the things that would help them. She slid a card between their pages. Bulletin boards in cafes also received one tacked on when she could blend into the line or crowd to hide her activities; student activity boards at Capel Manor College, Southgate College, and the College of Haringey, Enfield and North London received similar treatment, as did Middlesex University.

As a donor to Capel Manor College and a student of Business and Management at Middlesex University, keeping an eye on those campuses was easy enough, especially since she spent time at Capel Manor College to help tend to the herb gardens. It made gathering the supplies she sometimes needed for her magic easy and less suspicious.

So, she made the cards with a rendering of a summoning circle (without any adornments, just as a dark spellbook would have it for the base of any summoning) on one side. On the other was text.

Do you recognise this?
Then I am a sister.
We must not remain isolated.

020 7946 0110


B) Looking for a Place

Mornings and any time between classes was devoted to her mundane studies. After classes were over, however, Abigail went from being a college student to being a witch.

She tried to be conscious of what territory she was in -- steering well clear of the Night Council and Redbright territories -- as she checked out buildings that seemed empty and wrote down the addresses.

Geap Manor wasn't a safe place for a coven to meet. The last thing it needed was more magical energy in it, especially in the form of young people who didn't understand the house. Even Abigail didn't completely understand what it was, but she knew to be cautious, and she knew it needed her alive, lest it fall into disrepair. Still, she wouldn't put others there.

Which meant she needed a place for the coven she wanted to form.

Haringey was possible, but it was also dangerous. With the vampires and werewolves both claiming it, she couldn't be sure anyone would be safe. Still, that didn't stop her from considering it and walking the streets, mindful of her surroundings. Enfield was another possibility. Neutral, unclaimed territory was probably the safest bet, but it also meant that there was no one to protect anything that happened there. Waltham Forest and Islington received most of her attention some nights. She knew a vampire, and she knew a werewolf, and she might be able to talk to them to have a safe place if she could find a property.

How she was going to buy it without getting her name attached... that was a separate problem entirely.


C) Harmless Little Thing

Abigail had wanted to take summer classes at Middlesex. She'd really, really wanted to. Creative advertising? Sounded fun and useful. Nuero-linguistic progamming? Hell yes. But she had to think like a leader. She had to devote herself to the coven she wanted to make. Later, she could figure out how to separate her time. For right now, she had to think of the others, even if she didn't know any of them.

She couldn't do much in broad daylight. Sure, she might find a place or two to come back later and hide cards, but, for the most part, she just had to go about her daily business. Stopping for coffee in a little cafe, going shopping for clothes she didn't need, visiting museums. Checking in on various institutions her family had donated money to for generations.

All in all, it was dull, and it generally left her anxious. There was a lot she could be doing, but she wasn't. Because she was too scared to move openly. Still, while she was alone, it wasn't smart. Or, at least, that was how she comforted herself.


D) Close Call - only open to first replier

Usually, Abby was careful. She had to be. But even she had moments of carelessness. Like when she was strolling down the street, sipping her cup of coffee.

The light changed, the signal to walk lit up, and she started to go. Just as a car sped toward the intersection without showing signs of yiedling to the girl crossing.

Someone from the curb might want to alert her or pull her back.


E) Wildcard!

Reply with a scenario, and we'll go from there!

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A.

[rules_winter]

Mab had been most disappointed in the fare sold at some of what Abigale called 'New Aged' stores. The ones catering specifically to those of the magical persuasion. Much of it was useless flim flam though occasionally she'd find something of true magical value. The books tended to be the best bet for something worthwhile and that was where she was, semi-veiled to keep from attracting attention even though her glamor made her appear more human, expensive business suit and all. Abigail might have felt something though in these stores it would be hard to tell as several people moving through it left energy signatures. Either way she was just around the corner in the store when a girl pulled out a book, made a soft rustling noise in the pages and then slid it back.

Aside from a distinct feeling of magic the odd behavior piqued her interest. The woman stepped around the corner and found a book just a little too far out. She pulled the tome from it's shelf and flipped it open. the binding fell open to reveal a card. Long fingers plucked the card up and frowned at the summoning circle. Summoners could be a true headache. The idea of isolated summoners though made her smile in a way that was a little too predatory. Lifting the card to her lips she turned her head toward the door where a flash of blonde hair was disappearing.

The book slid back into place as Mab turned and followed the girl, the bell silent as she stepped out of the store and looked in the direction she'd sensed the magical signature had taken. Her heels made soft hollow sounds on the pavement as Mab moved through crowds of humans, the people parting naturally in front of her as though the space she occupied simply seemed less pleasant to walk in. It might be difficult to notice her footsteps over all the others but the Fae Lady was tall and she would soon begin closing the gap.

D, assuming that's fine

[alethiological]

There's not even the blare of a horn or screeching breaks, no loud blasting music to try and gain her attention. The only thing that might finally get her attention is when her coat is yanked back at the last second - side mirror almost clipping, burst of cold wind to awaken all adrenaline.

Only after her death has been avoided does that steel vice release her.

"Pay more attention." The voice may be familiar, if delivered about fifty times more rudely. It's only after a beat or two hesitation that it hits that it may not be wise to have that as a conversation opener. Try again, "Are you all right?"