[catch-all] For when then and there, there will be enough.

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Catch-all post; starters within. PM this journal or PP FiremanSam if you wanna plot something out!

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[Childermass] it is mobilized by a game

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Well. Eames doesn't readily expect Norrell's 'manservant' to give up the man's secrets or give him an in, but one never knows without trying. In many ways it's better to get in with someone of service than the person in charge. Though Eames does question how much Childermass really is in servitude to the man.

Either way, he spends a little while deliberating on how best to approach him. He's seen Eames assault Norrell and knew him to be a fae before that, so using his own face is a no-go. Not in this instance anyway. It'd be easier if Childermass wasn't such a closed book, someone so remarkably difficult to find anything of note about. If he at least knew what the man was into, what kind of person he has a soft spot for, but no.

He'll just need to wing it, Eames supposes.

Kathryn will do, he decides after some deliberation. She's been to a number of events — dinners exalting Norrell, Daybreak fundies. All sorts of stuff. If not his time, she's at least familiar by association. Ostensibly a supporter of their position. Or at least not a detractor.

It's seemingly coincidence that has her at the same pub as him tonight with a group of friends, small-time witches and wannabe politicians. Nobody really worth anything. She walks up to the bar to buy another bottle of wine and gives him a curious look for a moment or two before sidling a little closer with an astonished, "Mr. Childermass!" She smiles broadly, friendly in all her manner, "how are you? Good?"

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It's true, Childermass has seen her around at events, even going so far back as Norrell's first foray into territory politics and the celebratory party they had thrown afterwards. Though he can't quite say for certain who or what exactly she is. Though judging by the company she's calling out for him from, another witch perhaps?

He glances over to her and gives her a once-over, trying to place her name and failing before nodding slightly. "I am well," he responds. "And you, Ms...?"

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"Kathryn-- Yuen." Still smiling, she tilts her head to try and gauge his mood. It'd be easier if he wasn't so impressively dour. Not one to be turned away by a little stand-offishness, her expression turns a little wry, "you know how a bottle or three of wine and a good night out does for a person's mood."

Or does he? It's kind of hard to imagine him enjoying anything openly.

Whatever. Kathryn glances around and then looks back at him, expression a little concerned, "are you drinking alone tonight?"

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Childermass enjoys himself on his own time, in his own way. Not that it's anybody's business but his own, as far as he's concerned. He shrugs a little in response to the question, not really giving it much thought before replying, "I had been, yes." He glances up at the woman, and the way that she had approached him, the way she is leading in, and wonders if she wants something. Still, he supposes a little company couldn't hurt.

"I could be persuaded otherwise, I suppose," he says, his lips quirking into a half smile as he gestures at a free seat by him.

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Not bad. Kathryn nods and retrieves her bag from the table before she comes back and slides into the offered seat, making herself comfortable with her glass of wine before she gives him a thoughtful look, looking over his face for a moment before she speaks.

"Drink alone a lot?"

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Childermass quirks a smile in response to the question and shrugs a little in turn. "Only when I find myself otherwise lacking in company," he responds, picking up his lager and watching her over the rim of it himself.

"What about yourself? Do you make it a point of talking to strange, lonely men in bars, perchance?" he asks, a twinkle of mischief in his eye as he does.

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He's better at this than she would've guessed. If one were totally just planning to try and be pretty and use that to pump information out of a guy, they might question how easy that's going to be now. If that was the sort of thing they did.

Kathryn, for her part, offers a soft laugh, "depends on how strange they are."

[Arthur] it sees an advantage, dividing and recombining

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Normally, Eames has no problem moving on these things by himself. And he's confident in his plans, in his ability to pull things off without a hitch.

He is, however, not so arrogant as to think he can see everything on his own.

It's why he called Arthur — as much as he frequently finds the guy a pain in the ass, he's one of the smartest people Eames has ever known. And whilst not all of Eames' plans have come to fruition, Arthur has been an incredible asset when it comes to forming the best ideas he can with what he has available.

So he's an asset Eames intends to make the most of until their interests diverge.

He arrives at Arthur's door around the time he said he'd be over, knocking instead of just letting himself in so they can start things without Arthur being annoyed. Productivity is so much easier without it.

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Arthur opens the door looking like he's just come home from a meeting. His shirtsleeves are rolled up to his elbows and the top button has been undone, so it's as "business casual" as one can get. He raises an eyebrow at Eames - knocking is unusual for him - but steps back and gestures for him to come in.

"What's this about?" he asks, curious. He has his suspicions, with the election coming up and all, but he doesn't want to presume.

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"I want to run something past you," Eames says as he steps into Arthur's place, waiting for the door to close behind him before he says anything more. Not that he's paranoid, but you can't be too sure when it comes to disclosing your illegal plans.

He turns to face Arthur after, gesturing broadly, "I'm planning to rig the election."

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Arthur gives him a flat look; he's not surprised by this but he's still very wary of getting involved.

"Sit down," he says, sighing as he gestures toward the couch. He nods toward the kitchen and asks, "beer?" as he heads into the other room to get himself a bottle.

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That's about the reaction he expected, and Eames sits on the couch. "Please," he answers to the beer offer, and waits patiently for Arthur to return.

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Arthur comes back with two bottles of beer, and after he hands one of them to Eames he sits down in the armchair across from him and sighs. "Why come to me?" he asks.

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"I wanted a second opinion, someone to make sure I haven't missed anything. Cover my blind spots as it were." It's pretty annoying, but no one is perfect, Eames included. And with things so tense, Eames has to be doubly careful not to be caught out. He sighs, gesturing to Arthur, "you, unfortunately, happen to be the best at that."

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Arthur nods, looking down at his beer and working his jaw in thought. He's obviously apprehensive, but it's not like he doesn't think it's a good idea - it might be the best option for the fae and for anyone else who doesn't like the way things are going, but it isn't going to be easy.

"As long as none of it can come back to me," he says, and that's about as much of an agreement to participate as Eames will get. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

[Effy] it is necessary to divide up the troupes into smaller groups

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Teenagers.

Eames is far from a fan of them. A few notable exceptions here and there, but for the most part they are insufferable in such a delightful myriad of ways.

But a changeling only just coming into her powers? A potentially dangerous child who's yet to be disowned by the courts? That's something too dangerous to them right now. And as per usual, Eames is the only one in any position to deal with it.

He offers to meet her at a bar in Bromley to discuss what she wants to do, if she's willing to learn to use the power at her fingertips, and he waits out in the beer garden. It's a nice enough day, but things change fast enough. Thank god for heat lamps and patio umbrellas, eh.

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It was nice of him to offer his help, all said, and deep down, Effy does...sort of appreciate it. She would like to tackle her issues by simply avoiding them -- it's not like she knows how to use any powers she might have, after all, so if she never learns, maybe she can pass as somewhat fucking normal, right? But...as much as she wants to, there's no way that approach can hold water in the long run. She's tried it before...wishing away her problems. Pretending they never happened. It didn't end well. That can't happen again.

She'll have to deal with this sooner or later, and while later is her preference, the potential "worst case scenario" part of her thinking means that sooner is more practical. So, Bromley it is.

The bar is not difficult to find, but she does hover outside for a little while before she summons up the determination to formally show up. Another minute to find him, and then to decide to approach. When she does, she slides into the seat across from him with a reluctantly congenial smile. "Hi."

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"Afternoon." Wow that smile looks wrong on her face, but one has to appreciate the effort, he supposes.

He's got a beer and a little bowl of chips that he's picking through, more to have something to occupy his hands than out of hunger, and he gives Effy a curious look. Trying to gage her mood — she just seems like the kind of kid who's pre-emptively fed up of everything, how great.

"Drink?"

[05/05] after the party with Kathryn

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So here they are. Arthur really does think that he's having a nice evening out with a beautiful lady. Which, he kind of is, but there's a high chance of it going south very quickly once certain things start coming to light.

But right now as he leads Kathryn into the bar, he's having a pleasant time. He takes her to a table that isn't hidden away but is in the quieter section of the bar anyway, pulls out her chair for her. "I'll grab you a drink. Any preference?"

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Kathryn is having some concerns. Concerns of the 'Arthur is a smart man who deals with Eames enough to figure this out at some point' variety. 'Some point' is probably not tonight, but when it does come up it's almost certainly going to be a Problem.

Those concerns don't show on her face though, and she makes a sound that's half-impressed, half-teasing when Arthur pulls out her chair. "Such a gentleman," she says as she sits and looks up at him, "just a glass of the house white?"

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Arthur nods and heads over to the bar. It's not a swanky place that sends people around to take drink orders or anything, but it's still a nice enough place with inoffensive music that isn't too loud and a cheery bartender who gets Arthur the wine and beer very quickly. Arthur brings them back and sets down Kathryn's wine in front of her before he sits down across from her, leaning back with a charming smile.

"So, you said you met Lancelot at a dinner?" He assumes incorrectly that this dinner was some professional or social affair, not that it was a Daybreak celebration dinner or that any shenanigans happened afterwards.

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"Mm, yeah. It was a... Daybreak thing," she says casually, and takes a sip of her drink to hide how she's watching his face to see how he takes that. Making it obvious she knows he's not just some normal guy-- the way he reacts kinda dictates the best way forward.

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Arthur pauses as he brings his drink up to his mouth - this is unexpected, but he should have known meeting someone from the underground was more likely at Lancelot's than most places. He's clearly having to turn this over in his head, and he doesn't look at Kathryn as he finally takes a swig from his drink.

"I apologize, I didn't realize either of you were associated with Daybreak," he says. He almost tells her it's bold of her to say that to someone who has no magic on him, other than the enchanted watch Eames gave him, but maybe she can sense that and it's not like she just came out and said she's a witch, which is what he assumes now.

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"I'm not," she says plainly, and Arthur may not be the keen observer of body language that some people are, but he can probably see that something is different in her manner as she rests an elbow on the table and leans forward.

The way she raises her eyebrows is probably a lot more familiar.

"I need to tell you something, and I don't imagine you're going to like it."

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Arthur certainly senses a shift in the conversation, and it makes him uneasy. First she pulls out the reference to Daybreak and now she has to tell him something. He shifts in his seat, straightening his shoulders a little, but he forces his face to remain casual and curious.

"I'll do my best not to be upset," he says with a soft laugh, though there's definitely a hint of nerves below it.