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undergrounds2015-06-07 12:34 pm
acrookedchild) wrote in undergrounds2015-06-07 12:34 pm
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A busy little witch (OPEN)
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!
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!
no subject
She couldn't be caught now. And she wasn't about to out herself. There was a reason she'd put a burner number on her cards. If this woman wanted to try to drag anything out of her or do anything to her, she was going to make her work for it.
no subject
"Make your decision, child. Do you still not know of what I speak? Or would you like to find somewhere you are comfortable and have a discussion on books and interesting things we find inside them?" Her head tilted a little. "No strings attached." That was the phrase, right? She was interesting. It didn't mean Mab wouldn't keep an eye on her if she refused but Mab was not going to beg the girl for an audience. She had more important things to do.
no subject
"Yes. Police. Thank you." A breath, steadying herself. "I'm outside Cricklewood Service Station on Edgware. Someone's following me. Please. Send help."
She looked straight at the woman, lips set as she swallowed hard. Human police? Probably wouldn't be able to do much, but if she raised enough fuss with the humans, the Night Council would take notice. Whatever this woman was, she wouldn't like that.
"Yeah. Yeah, I can stay on the line."
no subject
The card read:
Ms. Sommerset
020 7946 0204
Mab might not like the phone but that didn't mean she couldn't redirect a phone call to where she could get one.
no subject
Police were useless in supernatural affairs, but the situation, like that in Barnet, meant she couldn't call anyone from the Night Council or the like.
She drew no attention to card the woman had left. Instead, when the officer (more out of obligation to a scared girl and with some understanding of the prominence of the name 'Widdowson') offered her a ride home, she accepted it, leaving the card where it lay.
(Just so we know what happened to it)