(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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[thelittlemerman]

Finnick raises his eyebrows, like he's interested to hear this but not entirely surprised. Of course he had no idea that Eames and Nancy had ever spoken, but it's an interesting development.

"How nice of you," he says. "Even after his gift to you didn't quite pan out."

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy looks at him carefully, her mouth set into a line. She didn't trust this man, had absolutely no reason to. She doesn't need to. So she speaks carefully.

"We were friends before that, and still are. It's not his fault it didn't work out."

[thelittlemerman]

Finnick shrugs, his smirk fading a little. His disdain for witches comes so naturally, and it's easy to fake a nonchalance about the state of the fae territory in London. "I wouldn't know for sure. I wasn't there."

[stauncherhearted]

"Right." Finnick hadn't been in the room when the agreement happened, and he hadn't been in Croydon, either. She wouldn't have forgotten a face like his.

"You were involved in the takeover...?"

[thelittlemerman]

"That night I was creating a safe space for the fae in Havering, if that's what you mean," he says, sounding almost a little defensive. It had been peaceful, and he wants people to know that. The fae do have the capacity to be peaceful, to co-exist without causing harm. Only when backed into a corner like this do they start making trouble.

[stauncherhearted]

"That's what I mean," she says, and there's no harm meant. "Which is why I don't know you, because I was in Croydon that night." She's not as ignorant to fae ways as he would assume.

[thelittlemerman]

"Mm, but were you there when we were trying to take it back?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, quite sure he knows the answer already. If they had had support, maybe they wouldn't have lost it. Maybe they'd be able to try again with Midnight like Eames wanted. Finnick doesn't care, he's just angry, angry at Daybreak and at Redbright and everyone who wants them out.

[stauncherhearted]

"I would have been." But they had a truce, and that made it very very hard to go against Daybreak. "I wish I could have." But he knew why she didn't act, and she didn't feel the need to explain herself to this fae.

Nancy took another drag from the cigarette.

[thelittlemerman]

"But you weren't," he says, "and we lost."

He knows there are politics, but he objectively thinks they're dumb.

[stauncherhearted]

The cigarette drops from between her fore and middle fingers, and without looking at it, Nancy places the heel of her stiletto where the butt was, grinding it out.

"Don't put your losses on us."

[thelittlemerman]

He actually has the gall to laugh, shaking his head. "I believe we've already been over this. The territory wasn't our loss, we wouldn't have had it either way. The lives, they were ours, but..."

[stauncherhearted]

"Would you have kept Croydon for yourself, then, and consider the deal null and void?" It was a good question, she realized, and had been operating under the belief that they had lost Croydon for always.

[thelittlemerman]

Finnick raises an eyebrow at her. He had always assumed Eames would try again, if they managed to keep Croydon. He wouldn't have necessarily supported it, but he would have been more amenable to the idea, certainly. "It was Eames' deal, and I never knew the specific terms," he says, finally. "It would have been up to him."

[stauncherhearted]

"Maybe I'll ask him." She says it just to make a point, with no real intentions of asking. It was pointless: they'd lost Croydon. So what Eames was or wasn't going to do with it if they had won it back wasn't important. They had other things to deal with.