[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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[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?"