(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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[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.

[anniesgonemad]

You're too kind. [Annie blushes, and takes his arm.] I, ah, wonder what they'll say. Me on the arms of both lords tonight.

Probably nothing good.

[falsify]

[Eames starts to lead her through the room, leaning his head toward her at her comment, voice in a stage whisper.]

Very little of anything they say is ever good.

[anniesgonemad]

Oh? [Annie's blush deepens at that news, and she ducks her head, allowing her hair to fall over her eyes, creating a small shield from the rest of the world.]

That's- aha ha- not good. Sorry.

[But the pun has her grinning again.]

[falsify]

[He lets out a soft laugh.] There's a lot of terrible gossips in here. They'll be on the next fake scandal an hour from now.

[anniesgonemad]

Much to Finnick's chagrin.

[It's almost exciting. Almost. At least the fae here probably don't know who she is. At least here, no one really knows who she is.]

[falsify]

Not one for gossip, is he?

[anniesgonemad]

Oh- no. [she shakes her head.] neither of us really like it. Always does more harm than good.

[falsify]

Oh, I don't know about that. You'd be surprised what little gems of information you can find amongst the idle chatter.

[anniesgonemad]

Oh. Well. I mean- what- what do they say about me, then? [If there was any. She honestly doubted it.]

[falsify]

Well there's been some talk of a clever redhead who helped aid our departure from Croydon. [He glances at her, smiling softly.] I don't suppose you'd know who she is?

[anniesgonemad]

[Annie ducks her head and giggles, blushing bright red.] Oh shush! they are not saying that.

[falsify]

I can't lie. [His smile is bright as ever] You know that.

[anniesgonemad]

[she giggles into her hand.] You're awful! You shouldn't tell me these things!

[falsify]

[Eames laughs softly, giving Annie a gentle nudge with his elbow.] You did ask.

[anniesgonemad]

Well yes, but I'm not good with flattery! [she turns her face away, trying to hide her blushing and giggling]