(open) hell is deep lord, but we're heading deeper

[thelittlemerman]

[With new lords come new excuses to party.]

[Some time on the 19th, the fae stage a takeover of the club fabric in Smithfield. Invitations are sent out to all the fae in London, touting the glorious coming out of the Lords of Rivers and Illusions, Seelie and Unseelie respectively. It's one of those times where fae of both courts just want an excuse to throw a party, and the invitation is all the notice said new lords get that they are going to be guests of honour.]

[It's a typical fae affair; the magic is heavy in all three rooms, one of which is decorated like a ballroom in Other Realm fashion. The food and drink served at the bar remains untouched by fae charms, but the fae presence itself seems to be intoxicating. Some of the activities happening in dark corners seem to be a little beyond what's regularly allowed at any reputable nightclub, but don't pay attention to that just enjoy the party.]

[If you manage to cause any trouble, a team of large fae is here to escort you out. You may have seen them faithfully guarding the door, sniffing out those who may want to cause harm to the high concentration of fae inside. Vampires can be let through if they have a fae companion with them, and otherwise all types of humans and supernatural alike are allowed in.]

[The party goes on for precisely 72 hours, and on the 22nd the party winds down and mysteriously disappears. The club is left a little cleaner than when it started, the staff left completely befuddled about what just occurred.] (x)

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EAMES | the whole damn event | OTA

[falsify]

[Eames is here somewhat under duress. He never wanted to draw attention to his lordship, but the desire for a big celebration outweighs respecting his unexpressed discomfort, so here he is.]

[He spends most of the first day in the makeshift ballroom. It's boring, but it's also sedate and calm. The perfect setting for pretending he's totally excited about all this even though he can't stand it. It's nice to share a gentle drink or dance with the unrealistically beautiful, (or the plain unrealistic, for those that don't care for glamours,) as it always is. Somewhere between the umpteenth lord or lady congratulating him, or just the realisation that he is so bored it beggars belief, Eames takes his leave of the room for something a little more exciting.]

[Remember how Eames wasn't into this? Yeah. It's amazing how copious amounts of alcohol (and maybe other substances who's to say) can change a man's outlook. There's nothing much to say about what he's doing for the last 48 hours of this party. At some point he's lost his shirt, he's enjoying some dances, he seems to always have a drink in his hand. It's a good time.]

[anniesgonemad]

Mr. Eames? [Annie's hair has fallen out of the attempted curls, her dress ripped so that no longer does it dip into a dark blue ombre, but rather remains a lovely sort of sea-green. She hasn't been drinking- there are too many people, too many bodies, and honestly it's overwhelming. It's a small miracle she's held together this long.

Where exactly Annie is in the great scheme of the winding club, she has no idea. She's looking for a friendly face, and is convinced she's found one in Eames'.] Have- have you seen Finnick? I lost him in the crowds!

[falsify]

[Well, he has no intentions of disillusioning Annie of his friendliness. It's kind of novel to have someone thing he's a nice person, it's been a while. Plus she's clever and Finnick's girlfriend or whatever. A useful sort to have thinking well of him.]

[So, he gives her a concerned look when she asks him about Finnick and gives the room a once over to see if he can see the man immediately with no luck, shaking his head to say as much.]

Where was the last place you saw him?

[anniesgonemad]

[Or whatever? Excuse you, Eames, they are as happily dating as can happily date.]

There was some pink smoke that exploded! [she explains, because the exclamation point is necessary given that they're probably yelling this at top volume just to be heard above the noise.] I couldn't see for a few moments, let go of his hand, and then he was gone! Had to have been twenty minutes ago!

[falsify]

Was it in here?

[Eames tries to take another look around the room, but it's so big and full of people. If Finnick's in here, no way can Eames see him.]

[anniesgonemad]

[Annie nods.] Yes- I think so? [Gods she was an idiot.]

It's impossible to find anyone here!

[falsify]

[He offers her an arm.] Here, I'll help you look.

[stauncherhearted]

[It's Eames' fault she's here. Seriously. Nancy skipped the first night of the party in favor of working, but the next two nights she's there, and that's when she sees Eames.

Eames dancing shirtless with a drink in his hand.

She makes her way to him on the dance floor, sidling next to him to dance.]

Congratulations! [She calls over the music.] You look great, Lord of Illusions!

[Seriously, don't ever put a shirt back on ever again. It's forbidden.]

[falsify]

I do! [Should that have been 'thank you'? Oh well.]

[Were it near the start of things, he might be surprised to see Nancy here, but he's reached the point now where almost everything is great. So Eames grins at Nancy and he'll dance with her - unlike Some People, he's pretty good too, even if he looks like someone who'd dance like everyone's dad at a wedding.]

I wasn't expecting to see you here.

[stauncherhearted]

[She's not at all shocked by any of this, strangely.

Wait, by Some People, you mean Arthur, right? Because he is. The worst. It's painful. It's now their mission to make him dance properly.]

I had to come and congratulate you! [That, and she'd seen Fagin's invitation and a fae party at fabric was not a thing to be missed.]

[falsify]

[He's terrible it's true. Eames hasn't had the pleasure of seeing him dance, but he's so tightly wound, how could he not be?]

[But anyway. Eames is here to celebrate, and at this stage in proceedings he's positively sunny.]

Well, thank you! [And he glances around.] Seems you're not the only one.

[stauncherhearted]

[She likes sunny Eames. He's fun and silly, and he can dance.]

Yeah, here I thought it'd be a quiet affair. [She could use quiet. But she was starting to think that a few quiet nights would be really, really beneficial.]

I'm really proud of you, y'know.

[falsify]

[Wh...y. Eames looks at Nancy like she's just asked him a complex maths question; he completely doesn't understand why she's proud.]

Okay? [Squint.] Thanks...?

[specifiercity]

[Why is Arthur here? Well, Arthur got butt-dialed. Arthur has come to see what the big fuss is about, since he had heard about the party but had no reason to show up until he heard Eames partying it up and decided he wanted to see what that looks like.]

[Anyway here he is, having only had a couple beers at home and choosing not to take anything from the fae. He stands at the edge of the room scanning it for Eames - and then he sees the fae. Shirtless and dancing. Dear god.]

[falsify]

[For obvious reasons, it takes Eames a little while to notice Arthur. Far too busy having a good time to do things like 'looking around' or 'paying attention'. When he does spot Arthur, he squints at him for... Well, it's a while. Totally perplexed by his arrival.]

[Okay, better see what this is about. He walks over - confused, because this totally isn't Arthur's scene, but not displeased to see him.]

What are you doing here?

[specifiercity]

[Arthur raises his eyebrows at him. He's obviously intoxicated, and that's mildly amusing.]

You called me.

[He pauses just long enough to maybe let Eames think he did it in a drunken haze, but then he clarifies:] Accidentally. I could hear the party going on, I thought I'd come see what it was all about.

[falsify]

[Eames already has his phone out by the time Arthur amends his statement, and he laughs when he sees Arthur's number in the recent calls list.] So I did!

[Ha! Ridiculous.]

[Anyway.]

[He nods at Arthur, answering some thought he hasn't actually voiced, followed by a friendly grin and a clap on the shoulder.] Well you're here now. [And he's just gonna. Try and lead Arthur to the dancefloor here.] Be a shame not to enjoy it.

[specifiercity]

What? No, I--

[Oh god he's being lead to the dancefloor.]

I don't really do the dancing thing. Eames--

[He looks like a deer caught in the headlights. This is not what he was expecting. What was he expecting, anyway? NOT THIS.]

[falsify]

What?

[Oh. Is this something Arthur's bad at? Eames. Looks. Delighted. He hands off his drink to someone walking past because it's just that kind of party, and continues walking him toward the floor. But he's a little less forceful about it now.]

You must be able to dance. I've seen those hips in action.

[baisant]

[Jean-Claude is a vampire and as such, doesn't exactly have an open-invitation to fae events. But that's never stopped him before, and when one of his workers asked him along as their plus one (probably in an attempt to suck up to him but he doesn't care at this point, he'll take it) of course he accepted. He's never been one to turn down a good party before, why start now.

He really shouldn't attend all of the days, but the first few wouldn't hurt. And so it is that he finds himself in the ballroom with the rest of the party. And the guests of honor themselves. Or at least one of them. Jean-Claude may not be involved in fae politics, but it's only smart to pay attention to who's who and doing what, and as such he knows exactly who Eames is. And so it is that he makes his way over to him and the fake smile that's plastered on the other man's face.]

You seem to be enjoying yourself... [There may or may not be some sarcasm there.]

[falsify]

[Well it was a fake smile. It's now a nose wrinkled in disgust that he makes zero attempt to hide. Eames turns to this "guest" with an arm folded over his chest, hand tucked in the crook of his other elbow as he swills his glass.]

Well, well. Can't say I expected an appearance from one of Islington's Earls. [The undercurrent of 'you're not welcome here' is strong in both his tone of voice and body language, but he expects it to be an undercurrent that is noted and then disregarded.] To what do I owe the pleasure?

[baisant]

[Jean-Claude spreads his hands wide and offers a showy little sweeping old-fashioned bow in response to the other man's greeting. Of course he's not welcome here. But here he is nonetheless. Stephen had asked him along after all, and he's hardly one to turn down a party, especially one such as this.]

Am I not allowed to offer my congratulations? [he asks as he straightens. A quirking smirk on his face as he does. He doesn't care if he is disliked in the present company. He's mostly disliked by his own people as it is. One gets used to being looked down upon after a while, and he's had 600 years to perfect the art.]

[falsify]

You can do what you like, so long as you follow the rules.

[Eames' smile and tone is teasing, almost flirtatious, but the comment itself is nothing of the sort. Rather it's a query, asking of his escort. Who ever they are, they're not here, but Eames thinks it's fair to assume someone in Jean-Claude's position wouldn't so openly flout terms of hospitality when it comes to the fae.]

[baisant]

[Aha. Jean-Claude smiles right back, equally teasing and flirtatious, and he allows himself a step towards the other, partially so that he can gauge his reaction, partially so that he can put an arm around him and turn him to catch sight of a particularly lovely young man. Long blond hair, blue eyes, as delicate as a china doll and definitely fae. The way he is moving his hips on the dance floor leaves no question as to whether he works for Jean-Claude at Guilty Pleasures or not.

He raises a pale hand to wave across the floor at the young fae man, and after a moment, Stephen turns and flashes a happy grin and jaunty wave back at them before returning to what could only be described as grinding against his partner of the hour.]

Happy? [Jean-Claude murmurs quietly, glancing to Eames beside him.]

[falsify]

[Oh gross, it's touching him.]

[Eames keeps his disgust hidden easily, keeping that easy smile on his face and moving as directed to see this Stephen dancing away. He nods and looks back to Jean-Claude with a gentle quirk of his lips in a kind of shrug.]

Consider me satisfied.