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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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"You were spying on us, weren't you?" Because of course he was. Lance hadn't been, she was decently sure of that. But Faolan? He'd asked questions, and she'd stupidly answered them! She'd let him walk her home (to her old home, albeit, but still, he'd known where she lived) he'd picked her up in Saffron Hill too near to Fagin's den. "You never cared about her, or even the money."
"What did you tell Redbright, hmm?" Her fingertips are itching, and there's a heat between her shoulder blades as her voice rises. "Or did you report directly to Norrell?" Norrell, who'd taken everything Kenzi had had, sending her further down this spiral. "Speak up!"
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"I did my job," Faolan responds. "What does it matter whose orders I was following? It's all the same in the end." He frowns at her. "Look, do you think I had any choice in the matter? If it weren't me, it would have been someone else. That's just the way it goes."
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"It's not us that needs to be guarded against. It's the rest of you! If you'd done your job, you'd have realized she was no threat. You didn't have to report, didn't have to accept. But you did, of that I've no doubt!" Tears prick at the corner of her eyes and her hands ball into fists.
"You know she trusted you. I did- too. Kenzi lost everything. Do you know why she accepted being turned? Because that was the only way . Not just to live, but to survive! God almighty- if you didn't realize any of that, you must really be shit at your job." How much sense she's making, Nancy doesn't know ,she doesn't care. She can hardly see anything but Faolan now, save for Kenzi's body, still and cold on her couch.
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"You think I didn't realize how little you had anything figured out? How much you needed someone like me to watch out for you? I told her as much!" Her being Redbright, but Faolan's not thinking in specifics anymore, his voice rising and becoming equally as incoherent as Nancy herself.
"I told her that you were all children, playing with fire! But who am I to give her orders, and what else do you expect me to be able to do?! Any one of you could have asked for help at any time, you could have brought it to Hillingdon, hell, to Sylvia herself, I don't know -- we would have listened! Don't you dare blame me for what happened to her, lecture me on what it means to have lost her like that -- I know what what happens when you turn. She's still here, she's still your friend, she will still be there making the same poor decisions she had done before. Unless you'd like me to see to it from there, I don't see how this is any concern of mine!"
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Even then.
She could go on about how no, going to Hillingdon wasn't an option when you had her sort of problems, or to Sylvia. That some things were bigger than the Council, and that you just didn't do that in her life.
But Faolan made a mistake. He kept on about Kenzi, and now knowing who he was, who he worked for...
"Don't you bloody dare!" Her drink is forgotten and she can only focus on his words. Even those are fuzzy for the haze of alcohol in her head, the rage coursing through her veins. "Don't you dare threaten my best friend in front of me. In fact, don't go anywhere near her. Her, orme!" Nancy raised her hand, practically radiating with energy as she prepared to send a decent blast his way, knock him down a few pegs at the least.
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Lancelot jumps between them, planting himself in front of Faolan with his arms spread protectively.
"Listen," he hisses softly, "remember where we are. I know you're angry but this isn't the time or place. Please."
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"Lancelot," he says, the tone in his voice low and warning. He's grateful for the fact that he's stepped in to break this up but if he thinks he's about to calmly talk her down... Somehow Faolan doubts that's really going to happen. She seems pretty intent on taking everything wrong in her life out on him, after all.
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"Angry/! you don't know the half of it!" she hissed back just as low. "He threatened my friend." and that was unacceptable. "You don't get to betray people and just shake it off." Not in her world. But she lowers her hand, her green eyes still narrowed.
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Lancelot lofts an eyebrow, willing Nancy to put together what he isn't saying, and reaches one hand back to rest on Faolan. To make sure he's still there and isn't about to lunge past him at her. Hesitating a second he glances back at Faolan, weighing up his expression before sidestepping a little.
"Please," he adds, "just... take five."
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He looks up at Lancelot, meeting his gaze for a long moment, willing him to understand why before he takes a step back as directed. Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He doesn't apologize. He is sorry for the commotion, but he's still too wound up to admit to as much. Instead all he says is, "I'll be in the garden. If you need me." Taking five. Make sure you don't let her follow, he implies. Though he doesn't make a move to leave. Not just yet.
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But he wants them to back off, fine. Nancy can see when she isn't wanted anymore, even drunk. "I'll go- I can tell when I'm not wanted." If Lance was taking Faolan's side, she doesn't want to be at his party now. Nancy doesn't turn, though. He's the bigger threat, though, and should back off first.
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"You don't have to," he says, "Nancy, I understand why you're angry. I do. I just --"
They're both his friends. He doesn't want this to be all about sides. There shouldn't be sides.
"Please. Just -- believe me. I've always been straight with you, haven't I?"
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"It wasn't my fault," he says at last, before he turns on his heel and heads out the door to the garden, removing himself from the scene as the source of Nancy's troubles. Idly ruffling his fingers over Lily's ears as he goes, gently reassuring the slightly confused look she had acquired in the face of all of this commotion.
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"Oh, fuck off," she tells Faolan's retreating back. Then she turns to Lance. "no. I want to leave." Because she is a bitter girl, and is stubborn as they come. "It's not you I don't believe. I've got no reason to trust him- your friend can go fuck himself."
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"All right then," he says, and hesitates before stepping closer. "Thank you for coming. Do you need a lift home?"
She's had a lot to drink, Lance will happily call her a taxi if need be.
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"No." She says shortly, and takes a small step away as he came closer. "I'll walk." It's a ways to Enfield. But she's not in a hurry. No one to get home for.