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undergrounds2016-03-15 04:02 pm
tearmeanewone) wrote in undergrounds2016-03-15 04:02 pm
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[Open and Closed] Hypnotic Takin' Over Me
Who: Elizabeth DeWitt, Eames, Lancelot, Simon, Alex, and assorted welcome guests!
What: Mind Control School is in session, Elizabeth has a mind to shut it down.
When: March 14th-16th
Where: Fontaine's School for Young Women in Camden, a cafe in Westminster
Warnings: Violence/mind control in Part III
[Part I, the 14th - Closed to Eames and Alex]
Before her class even steps through the gates, Elizabeth can feel the dark magic caked on the walls of the building. It's a familiar and unpleasant feeling that brings her back to times before she'd arrived in London, but focus comes quickly enough when she realizes that whether she wants to or not she's going inside the school with the rest of her fellow engineering students. She keeps herself alert as they meet their tour guide and enter.
The inside seems normal. Quiet, because, as the guide explains, the girls are all in class. But she promises that in a few minutes, they'll change classrooms and Elizabeth's class can see how perfectly the layout facilitates the flow of foot traffic from one room to another. She goes on about building planning and problem-solving for a few minutes as Elizabeth tries to sense where her discomfort is coming from. Without any kind of signalling noise, all of the doors open and girls of varying ages from grade-schoolers to teenagers come pouring out of the rooms.
It's silent aside from the sound of people walking. No talking, no socializing, nothing. No one crossing paths awkwardly or bumping into one another. And in three minutes all of the doors close again and the hall is empty. Her classmates think it's cool. Elizabeth thinks she's going to be sick. The magic is on all of them. They're moving in orderly rows because someone is puppeting them around.
[For Eames]
No luck finding the source during the tour, but Elizabeth breaks off from her class and circles around back behind the building. Once she's sure she's alone, she opens her bag, digs out her phone and a business card. It only had a number on it, and it had seemed so cool when she'd been blitzed, but now it's a little creepy.
She dials the number and waits for someone to answer.
"...This is Elizabeth, the... the witch?" Hard to say out loud in public, but who was around to hear? "How would you feel about breaking into a school this afternoon?"
[For Alex]
Plenty of evidence, but no face to put it to. She's already called Eames once, she's not going to listen to him turn her down over wasting more of his time. It's dark now though, maybe no one is around the classrooms and offices... she just has to get in.
Elizabeth gnaws her lip as she looks through the locked bars of the gate. It's going to be a rough climb on her own, but it's that or just hope that she can catch him when she comes back with help. Not the most solid of plans...
She should have brought help now, but better not to get a guardian or a Maiden involved if they come up empty-handed. So it's up the unadorned bars she goes, apparently...
[Part II, the 15th - Open]
So now what?
Elizabeth sits with her coffee, completing ignoring her course reading and zoning out on the little white spot floating in the middle of the cup. Who does she report a metahuman gone mad to? The Night Council? Will they do anything, or are there bigger things they're concerned with? Certainly not Norrell, he'd drag her over hot coals for even calling Eames, let alone partnering with him briefly. In both cases, Elizabeth believes that eighty-to-one hundred lives being lived under someone else's control should be a priority no matter what the circumstances, but everything in London seemed to be so bogged down in bureaucratic posturing.
...so she's doing something, apparently. By herself? Probably a colossal bad idea, she needed help in Virginia to take on other magic users and it's probably no different in London. But who to ask? She picks up her cup and sips at it, eyes still blank as she flicks through her list of contacts.
[Part III, the 16th - Closed to Lancelot and Simon]
In the end, the best thing to do would be to contact her friends who were guardians. This was the sort of thing they were supposed to do after all... keep order amongst the supernatural of London. But she'd insisted on coming herself, too, even if officially this problem should have been handed off to the Night Council. She hasn't been able to get the images of the girls' unseeing eyes out of her mind, and if she doesn't find closure on this she'll never sleep again.
She waits for Simon and Lancelot outside the gates after dark, her crossbow in a duffle bag on the ground for the moment. Elizabeth hopes they arrive before someone spots her just standing there...
What: Mind Control School is in session, Elizabeth has a mind to shut it down.
When: March 14th-16th
Where: Fontaine's School for Young Women in Camden, a cafe in Westminster
Warnings: Violence/mind control in Part III
[Part I, the 14th - Closed to Eames and Alex]
Before her class even steps through the gates, Elizabeth can feel the dark magic caked on the walls of the building. It's a familiar and unpleasant feeling that brings her back to times before she'd arrived in London, but focus comes quickly enough when she realizes that whether she wants to or not she's going inside the school with the rest of her fellow engineering students. She keeps herself alert as they meet their tour guide and enter.
The inside seems normal. Quiet, because, as the guide explains, the girls are all in class. But she promises that in a few minutes, they'll change classrooms and Elizabeth's class can see how perfectly the layout facilitates the flow of foot traffic from one room to another. She goes on about building planning and problem-solving for a few minutes as Elizabeth tries to sense where her discomfort is coming from. Without any kind of signalling noise, all of the doors open and girls of varying ages from grade-schoolers to teenagers come pouring out of the rooms.
It's silent aside from the sound of people walking. No talking, no socializing, nothing. No one crossing paths awkwardly or bumping into one another. And in three minutes all of the doors close again and the hall is empty. Her classmates think it's cool. Elizabeth thinks she's going to be sick. The magic is on all of them. They're moving in orderly rows because someone is puppeting them around.
[For Eames]
No luck finding the source during the tour, but Elizabeth breaks off from her class and circles around back behind the building. Once she's sure she's alone, she opens her bag, digs out her phone and a business card. It only had a number on it, and it had seemed so cool when she'd been blitzed, but now it's a little creepy.
She dials the number and waits for someone to answer.
"...This is Elizabeth, the... the witch?" Hard to say out loud in public, but who was around to hear? "How would you feel about breaking into a school this afternoon?"
[For Alex]
Plenty of evidence, but no face to put it to. She's already called Eames once, she's not going to listen to him turn her down over wasting more of his time. It's dark now though, maybe no one is around the classrooms and offices... she just has to get in.
Elizabeth gnaws her lip as she looks through the locked bars of the gate. It's going to be a rough climb on her own, but it's that or just hope that she can catch him when she comes back with help. Not the most solid of plans...
She should have brought help now, but better not to get a guardian or a Maiden involved if they come up empty-handed. So it's up the unadorned bars she goes, apparently...
[Part II, the 15th - Open]
So now what?
Elizabeth sits with her coffee, completing ignoring her course reading and zoning out on the little white spot floating in the middle of the cup. Who does she report a metahuman gone mad to? The Night Council? Will they do anything, or are there bigger things they're concerned with? Certainly not Norrell, he'd drag her over hot coals for even calling Eames, let alone partnering with him briefly. In both cases, Elizabeth believes that eighty-to-one hundred lives being lived under someone else's control should be a priority no matter what the circumstances, but everything in London seemed to be so bogged down in bureaucratic posturing.
...so she's doing something, apparently. By herself? Probably a colossal bad idea, she needed help in Virginia to take on other magic users and it's probably no different in London. But who to ask? She picks up her cup and sips at it, eyes still blank as she flicks through her list of contacts.
[Part III, the 16th - Closed to Lancelot and Simon]
In the end, the best thing to do would be to contact her friends who were guardians. This was the sort of thing they were supposed to do after all... keep order amongst the supernatural of London. But she'd insisted on coming herself, too, even if officially this problem should have been handed off to the Night Council. She hasn't been able to get the images of the girls' unseeing eyes out of her mind, and if she doesn't find closure on this she'll never sleep again.
She waits for Simon and Lancelot outside the gates after dark, her crossbow in a duffle bag on the ground for the moment. Elizabeth hopes they arrive before someone spots her just standing there...
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"Let's go then."
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"If you were actually my sister," Elizabeth mutters under her breath. "Like hell would I leave you here."
They pass through the doors and take a detour into an admissions office. "Good morning, I'm here to... finish enrolling my sister. Sarah." Elizabeth smiles and puts her arm around Eames' shoulders. Sisterly affection, what a perfect picture. The man at the front desk looks confused and asks them to wait while he checks his records-- and Elizabeth goes a little rigid. He took care of this too, right? Right...?
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"Um-- it's all a bit short notice, so we took care of most of the paperwork." Accent roughly matching Elizabeth's (close enough that no one should question it at least,) she hands over the paperwork with a nervous smile, "you should have an email about it, I think?"
And he will, if he cares to check, have an email confirming a new student enrolling this week and bringing the necessary paperwork with her. In the meantime, Sarah gives Elizabeth a nervous glance, like any kid would in this situation.
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But then he smiles, says everything appears to be in order, and that he'd be happy to show Sarah to her class.
"Oh, would you mind if I...?" Elizabeth puts her other hand on Eames' shoulder for a doubly-protective almost-hug, eyebrows coming together in a concerned smile. "I just want to be sure she'll be alright here. Just a quick look at her class, I'm sure we can find it. Right?" she asks Eames, giving him a little affectionate shoulder-shake.
For just having been introduced to Eames-as-a-Fifteen-Year-Old-Girl, Elizabeth apparently is having no problems divorcing herself from what he actually looks like. Otherwise cutesy gestures like this one would probably be close to impossible.
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Elizabeth shows Eames out of the office and shuts the door behind them, letting out a slow breath. "I can't believe we pulled that off, I thought for sure he was going to throw the rulebook at us." She grimaces down at the hall pass pinned to her but leaves it. "I think his office is this way, come on," she says, nodding down the hall.
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"So. Any idea what we're looking for?"
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"Magic, basically. Or evidence of it. If he's the one responsible, then I have to have a talk with him. If he's not... well, then I'm back to the drawing board on what the source of all this is."
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Eames stands in the middle of the office for a moment, taking in the room and looking for anything out of place. With an entire school under his thrall, he wouldn't think to have to hide it especially well, just out of sight where it won't be tripped over. And if it's the source, or however he augments his power, he's gonna want it close to hand.
"Try the bottom drawer of his desk," Eames says after that thoughtful moment, and he moves over to the filing cabinets to check the bottom drawers of those too. People who don't know what they're doing always hide stuff in the bottom. Like someone searching is going to get to the penultimate one and give up. Amateurs.
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...brochures for a number of plastic surgery professionals. Elizabeth pulls them out of the drawer, frowning at them. What in the world...?
"Well unless some plastic surgeon has taught him how to do magic, a bit of a bust on this one," she leans over to the other side of the desk and opens those drawers. Candy (creepy), a whole smattering of his own business cards seemingly unused, and...
"Here, I have his cellphone." Maybe he mentioned brainwashing to one of his contacts. "What about you?"