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undergrounds2016-05-05 05:56 pm
knightscode) wrote in undergrounds2016-05-05 05:56 pm
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Semi-open: May 05
Who: Lancelot and friends!
What: It's a birthday party! With both regular people and supernatural types. What could go wrong?
When: May 05
Where: Lancelot's flat & garden, Richmond!
Warnings: Gratuitous doggy! Probably a punch up later. Possibly some drunk kissing.
Lancelot's garden is not exactly an acre-large tented paradise.
He's not made of money.
It's big enough to just about fit the people invited across the patio and grass, with Lily variously herding them and rolling around, and he's flitting between them and the kitchen and living room and generally doing his best to butterfly around all of them making sure they're happy. The garden is relatively tidy, as tidy and well kept as a garden that suffers an enthusiastic dog can be. The hedges are neatly trimmed, the tree in one corner healthy and big enough to throw a little shade, and the one flowerbed border seems to mostly have some roses that are yet to fully bloom.
For those who he's only known since the incident last year he's given them a warning: not everyone who will be there is aware of the supernatural side of things, so try not to blurt it to people you don't know.
Despite it being his own birthday Lancelot is, of course, playing host. There's a table set up outside with finger food, salads, drinks and all sorts -- and food strategically inside for those who can't be out in the sun too. He appears to still be checking on more in the oven every so often too, but Lancelot does like to cook -- and he seems quite focused on making sure everyone has something they could eat.
Some of the drinks are alcoholic. The punch isn't that strong, but he has a few other drinks along the side for people who want them and some bottles of beer in an ice bucket. If someone decides to do a little mixing of course then it might wind up stronger.
His sound system is playing the soothing strains of Dire Straits through the place and all in all, for now at least things are going smoothly. So long as nobody says the wrong thing to the wrong person, it will probably be a nice evening. With the mixture of factions present alongside those who have no idea what a faction is, of course... that may be difficult.
[ OOC: Feel free to mingle away on the post with others here! ]
What: It's a birthday party! With both regular people and supernatural types. What could go wrong?
When: May 05
Where: Lancelot's flat & garden, Richmond!
Warnings: Gratuitous doggy! Probably a punch up later. Possibly some drunk kissing.
Lancelot's garden is not exactly an acre-large tented paradise.
He's not made of money.
It's big enough to just about fit the people invited across the patio and grass, with Lily variously herding them and rolling around, and he's flitting between them and the kitchen and living room and generally doing his best to butterfly around all of them making sure they're happy. The garden is relatively tidy, as tidy and well kept as a garden that suffers an enthusiastic dog can be. The hedges are neatly trimmed, the tree in one corner healthy and big enough to throw a little shade, and the one flowerbed border seems to mostly have some roses that are yet to fully bloom.
For those who he's only known since the incident last year he's given them a warning: not everyone who will be there is aware of the supernatural side of things, so try not to blurt it to people you don't know.
Despite it being his own birthday Lancelot is, of course, playing host. There's a table set up outside with finger food, salads, drinks and all sorts -- and food strategically inside for those who can't be out in the sun too. He appears to still be checking on more in the oven every so often too, but Lancelot does like to cook -- and he seems quite focused on making sure everyone has something they could eat.
Some of the drinks are alcoholic. The punch isn't that strong, but he has a few other drinks along the side for people who want them and some bottles of beer in an ice bucket. If someone decides to do a little mixing of course then it might wind up stronger.
His sound system is playing the soothing strains of Dire Straits through the place and all in all, for now at least things are going smoothly. So long as nobody says the wrong thing to the wrong person, it will probably be a nice evening. With the mixture of factions present alongside those who have no idea what a faction is, of course... that may be difficult.
[ OOC: Feel free to mingle away on the post with others here! ]
DEFINITELY NOT
It had been so long, and she'd stopped answering him, but now --
His face lights up at the sight of her, and Lancelot is by her side in an instant. With Lily, of course. Their expressions are similar too, both with that brown-eyed adoration. His arms come around her easily as she goes for a hug, and he can't help the surge of excitement. Maybe he can fix this! Maybe he still has a chance, if he can just get it right.
"Kathryn! I -- forgive me for it, but I feared you might not come. I know you've been busy, of course, so..."
So he needs to stop rambling, and get to the point.
"It's good to see you."
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Sadly for Lancelot, he is not speaking to a nice person.
"Of course I came!" Her smile is bright, like she hadn't essentially told him 'bye, thanks for the sex' and then ghosted him, and she pulls back to hand him his gift. "I know things didn't... Exactly go as you hoped, but I couldn't miss your birthday."
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He drops his eyes a little at that, faintly embarrassed by the reminder, but lifts them after a moment to take the gift.
"My evening is always brighter for your being there, Kathryn. No matter the circumstance. Thank you, for this -- you did not have to bring anything.2
Lancelot gestures with the gift, offers her a small smile.
"Can I get you something, at least? There's plenty of food and drink going around."
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"I brought some wine — and treats for the little one — but maybe I should start off with something non-alcoholic..." She lifts the bag in her hand so he can see that yes, that is a bag with bottles of wine in it, and gestures with a tip of her head toward the inside, "why don't I put these in the fridge, and then we can catch up for a little?"
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"Of course!" Lancelot says, subtly swiping a hand out to restrain Lily even as his smile twitches up a notch. "Here, let me take that for you."
She can probably handle a bag of wine, but she's been carrying it a while and Lancelot likes to be gentlemanly.
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He winks playfully at her, before letting go of Lily and following them both through to the kitchen. The dog goes straight for her water bowl, because it's very warm outside and she has a lot of fur. The tiles in the kitchen are a blessing, and the water even more so. Lancelot stops to lean against the counter, watching the two of them alternately.
"So," he begins, trying for casual as he can manage. "How have you been?"
Kathryn is such an enigma. In fact, he'd always assumed she was a witch after how they met -- but really he'd never asked. It was a Daybreak meal, but others had been there. He was technically Daybreak himself, just not a witch. Perhaps it matters, perhaps it doesn't. She's still someone he's fond of regardless.
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Either unaware or uncaring for Lancelot's plight there, Kathryn just busies herself with getting a glass to pour herself some water — great idea Lily.
"How about you?" She turns her head to look at him over her shoulder, a brief waggle of the eyebrows as if Lancelot is the kind of guy choc full of scandalous stories to tell, "what's new in the world of Mr. du Lac?"
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"The same as yourself, I suppose. Busy with the elections. Trying to keep the peace. How long it will last is anyone's guess. I have hope that perhaps something good will come of this, but nothing is ever certain."
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And a lot less Norrell.
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You know. If you. Would like to go places with him. Since he'd still like to try that. You have to give him points for effort, at least, surely?
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Kathryn frowns down at her drink and looks up at Lancelot with her eyebrows creased in sympathetic concern. Surely normal people don't get this attached this easily. Is it a Seelie thing? Who knows.
"I... Don't know if that's a good idea."
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"Not even as friends?" he prompts, because he really does like Kathryn. He's a sucker, and he knows it, but he can't seem to help it. Not when she's right there.
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Unless, of course, he feels unwanted. Which is the crux of the problem -- he thought he was, but now she's here. So maybe they can be friends? Yet here she is, turning him away again.
"I'm not asking you to," he says finally, "I'm just asking you not to vanish on me again."
At least give him that. He's doing his best sad Labrador eyes.
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But he doesn't need to know all that, and Kathryn nods after a moment or two.
"I can probably manage that much."
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"I know Lily missed you too," he says, reaching to ruffle her fur with one hand as she studies the both of them expectantly.
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"Of course! She misses all her friends."
Perhaps not as much as Lancelot did, but she is always excited to see people she has not seen in some time. He's counting that.
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"I missed you too!" She says with a grin and bright eyes, "don't tell the other dogs, but you might be my favourite."
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Lily swishes her tail faster at the attention and goes for the face with full doggy enthusiasm. Lancelot lets out a laugh of his own and reaches for her collar to try and pry her away before Kathryn is too coated in dog drool.
"She's certainly flattered, although I'm unsure how good she is at keeping secrets..."
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"I'm sure she can do it," she says up at Lancelot, and then looks back to Lily with a wink and a gentle ruffle of her cheeks, "don't wanna make the other dogs jealous, do you?"
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She sits and lifts a paw for Kathryn, hoping that being clever will in fact get her more attention. Look! Look she is clever! Humans like it when she sits and lifts a paw to shake! She does not know why, but it is good! She is a good dog!
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"I've got something in there I think Lily's gonna like." Because good dogs get treats and Lily is an excellent dog.