undergrounds | We're on a Boat

This event takes place on the night of 23rd January 2016.

The River Thames is a defining part of the London cityscape. Tonight the leaders of the Night Council are making their annual introduction to the supernatural community – aboard a cruise ship on the river. They will invite a select group of VIPs from various factions to join them on board the ship (level 3 and above characters only).

Each faction is invited to send their own boat and join the fleet. Except the Seelie/Unseelie Court, because you guys suck.

The journey begins at 21:00 near Wandsworth Bridge in the borough of Hammersmith and Fulham, continues on to Tower Bridge and then turns back on itself to head towards Westminster. The total journey time is somewhere around two and a half hours. The fleet will moor at Westminster Pier near Big Ben for another hour or so as celebrations continue into the night. Will you join?

Prompts

1) EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD. But only a few do. They're right there, on the river, but out of reach. Unless of course you were lucky enough to be invited to mingle with the elite on the Night Council ship. If so, enjoy your champagne and truffles.

2) WOULD YOU LIKE A TRUFFLE? Ah, so you did get on the cruise ship. But as staff only, which means you're practically invisible to the VIPs on board. Keep your head down and the champagne flowing, and you'll get through the night. Man, they really should pay more than minimum wage for this...

3) WE'RE ON A BOAT. Enjoy the view as you travel along the river. Of course, the fact that you're stuck for several hours in close quarters with others in your faction has no chance of causing any tensions to boil over, right? Have a great time!

4) NOT THOSE GUYS. Your sworn enemies are in the boat next to you. You could do the mature thing and let them go by. Or...

5) LIGHT SHOW. At the stroke of midnight, magical lights flare up around every ship like a flurry of fireworks. It's awesome. Watch.

6) STRANDED. But you said you knew how to drive the boat! That's why we didn't hire a professional!

7) CRASHING THE PARTY. What, so you weren't invited? How rude! Tear up the rule book and join anyway, but do it quietly or the Guardians will throw you in the river.

8) POWER TO THE PEOPLE. Boo to the Night Council! The Night Council sucks! Set up your picket line along the edge of the river, and stage a protest.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"One of the ladies of the hour," Abigail says with a little chuckle at seeing the girl ducked behind the boxes. It, really, reminds her of herself when she used to hide from her parents' parties and all of the noise before she'd grown into them.

She'd come a long way from stumbling around a train station, after all.

"How're you doing?" Like all of this is totally normal.

The recognition is there, of course. The woman who taught her how to walk in a train station-- she's never forgotten it. Obviously Elizabeth hadn't realized it at the time, that Abigail must also be part of the supernatural community, that much is evident from the shock on her face.

But she recovers and frowns a little. "Feeling like if I smile one more time, my face will get stuck that way."

"It must be quite an honour to be considered for the position of Maiden."

Of course, she's... Well. She knows enough about the goings on of it to know that there is no choosing. Not as it seems, at least. Prophecy, fate, all of that. But that doesn't mean she'll leave it all to that. No. Far better to just... keep up.

"Oh I'm very honored," Elizabeth mutters with an agitated sigh. "They must be insane to consider me-- have you ever heard my name before? Probably not, because I'm nobody. I can barely do anything that doesn't involve healing magic, why on earth would anyone think I could mentor anybody?"

Staying in hiding aside, Elizabeth believes herself to, indeed, be the least qualified person to mentor anybody outside of maybe personal library upkeep, mechanical and chemical engineering, and healing magic.

"But I can't exactly say that to anyone upstairs, can I?"

"Only one person can make you Maiden," Abigail murmurs with a small smile. It, really, makes it strange. All this insanity about it, these candidates and this grand show. But she knows better than to dismiss it entirely. "She'll announce it when the time comes. And whatever Redbright wants or doesn't want?"

She chuckles ever so slightly.

"It won't matter. She doesn't get the final say."

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