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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! ]
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"Faolan, was it?" Kathryn comes over with a glass of wine and a friendly smile, putting a hand on his arm in that overly familiar manner of hers, "we met briefly at that dinner forever ago. I didn't know you knew Lancelot!"
This'll help with all those unresolved feelings, right?
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"It is. And I do," he confirms. And tries to bite back a growl of the fact that he probably knows him better than she does. Because the fact of the matter is, although he has spent countless nights on the other man's futon, and countless more being fed his homemade food, he has never spent a night in his bed. Unlike some...
Faolan's hand tightens on his drink. "I didn't know that you were still in touch."
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"In and out, but I couldn't miss his birthday." Her smile turns a little sad around the edges, a little embarrassed even as she looks away from Faolan. Regret, perhaps? Maybe even guilt. It's certainly what a person should feel right now, assuming they have a conscience and any self-awareness. "He told you about me...?"
It's less a question and more an almost-apology. They're clearly close in some way or another, everything in Faolan's manner speaks of some desire to... To be closer? Still figuring it out. But either way, something about her has left a bad taste in his mouth, and it can only be through what Lancelot has said.
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"He may have mentioned you in passing," he confirms. And what a conversation that had been. Of course, however he thought he felt about it, however he thought he might have gotten over it, that look on Lancelot's face upon greeting her had stirred all of his ugly jealousy right back up again. And as he watches her about the party, it only seems to keep spiraling further out of control.
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"You don't like me." She says after a moment, eyes cast downward for a hesitant moment. It's not a question, more confirming the uneasy feeling she's been getting from him out loud, but when she looks up at Faolan's face, Kathryn is her usual chirpy self, "but you don't know me either." And she grabs his arm — sorry Faolan, this is happening — and starts to pull him toward the drinks table, "so we're going to drink, and we're going to get to know eachother, and then you can hate me all you like."
Hopefully this'll be useful and not just a waste of her time.
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Of course, she doesn't really give him time to refuse the invitation for drinks. It's pretty obvious that he's had quite a few already, but another wouldn't hurt. And it would certainly help him get through whatever conversation was to be had here. "I'm not sure that there's much to get to know," he responds in turn, which he recognizes as the surly comment that it is, but there's no taking it back once it's out. He had meant it to be directed towards himself, at least? Though he's not going to speak up and correct her, however she may be interpreting it.
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"I'm sure that's not true!" She beams as she hands him a bottle, "we'll start easy. How do you and Lancelot know eachother? Do you work together, or...?"
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He narrows his eyes at her warily. "We do," he says. "Though we had met just before we'd started working together." No, he doesn't offer more than that. He's not going to make this conversation easy at all. She's going to have to dig if she wants any information from him at all.
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Still, despite the look he's given her, Kathryn is all smiles. (And some questions — if they work together, does that mean Lancelot is also a guardian? Ugh, she shouldn't have broken it off. Oh well.) She just nods along, seemingly happy to keep trying to coax some semblance of niceness out of this poster child for dour Irishmen.
"So? How did you meet then?"
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How did they meet? It's not really much of a story but if she wants to know... "Ran into him on the street," he says, shrugging slightly. "I had been on a hunt. Got a pretty bad cut. He bandaged me up. Took me to the hospital." What else is there to say, really? At least it wasn't until the second or third time they met that they were chased by werewolves.
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"He's way too kind," she says, because judging by that story, he must know it too. But the next thing she asks probably will come a little out of the blue, especially with how she maintains an entirely light and conversational tone when she asks, "so how long have you had feelings for him?"
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"I-- What--?" Faolan struggles to find the correct words to string together in response to that one.
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"It's pretty obvious. You've been mooning over him all day."
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He glances up at her and then across at Lancelot, back at her and then down at his drink, struggling to figure out what to say, how to respond before he finally shrugs. "A while," he replies. Which really doesn't cover the half of it, but she's a stranger to him, and something of competition at that, so he doesn't know that he really owes her much of anything at all.
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"Maybe you should tell him?" She says, and glances over at Lancelot thoughtfully, "at worst he doesn't feel the same and things are awkward for while."
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He doesn't want Lancelot to feel awkward around him. Doesn't want him to feel like he needs to hold back, doesn't want him to believe that there are things he cannot say or do around him. He just... There will always be a part of him that wants more. That's all.
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She leans in a little toward him and prods his chest, an almost friendly gesture and certainly more familiar than she has any right to be, "this--" Kathryn gestures emphatically up and down at Faolan, "is toxic!"
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He turns away from her and doesn't respond. What else is there to say? That he's scared he will lose the one person most dear to him because he made the mistake of falling for him? Certainly not to her at any rate.
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"You're on a self-destruct course, and that's if you don't tank your friendship by harbouring all these feelings and trying to ward away anyone he sleeps with first." Because don't think she hasn't noticed those looks, Faolan. "He's an understanding guy."
So just talk about your dumb feelings, holy shit. Mortals.
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"Fuck off," Faolan growls, trying not to let on the fact that her words had cut sharp and deep. That she's casually pouring salt into the open wound of fears that Faolan has harbored for longer than he'd care to admit. Almost as long as he'd had feelings for the other man in the first place, really. "You don't even know me."
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It's not a great guy, Faolan.
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"You don't know me," Faolan repeats, all but spitting the words out at her before turning on his heel to stalk off. God help the next person who should speak to him...