undergrounds | 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.

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"Oh, that look. That look says you hear this from all the girls."

Natasha leans back slightly, raising her hand to tap her lips as she gives him a considering look. She could believe military. Not just from his build, but his bearing.

"I believe it though."

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Arthur laughs, still bashful and now embarrassed on top of that. "Not... all the girls," he says, admitting that maybe a few have gone through this exact line of conversation. He raises his eyebrow with a wry smile like he's about to tell what he knows is a blatant lie. "Some people think accounting is a very noble and interesting trade."

"No, they don't. Not once. Stable, maybe, but noble..." He's smooth. Very smooth. And not particularly uncomfortable with attractive women. Or not interested, but even so he's smooth.

"I'm prying, aren't I? I should stop."

"I don't mind," Arthur says. "Well, except for the fact that I haven't had a chance to ask you what you do for a living. It's more interesting than accounting, I assume."

"You can assume whatever you like, but I'm not sure it'd be right." She lets her arms fall, crossing them behind her—keeping body language open. "I'm—you might say I'm between career paths right now."

Which sounds like a tactful way of saying she's unemployed; not exactly the case. It's not a lie though. Whatever she's doing now, it's new and not at all the arc she thought she'd be on ten years ago.

"Ah," he says, sympathetic and knowing. He relaxes a little as she opens up more, though managing not to be too obvious about the fact that he does find her pretty attractive. "I've definitely been there," he says. "Did you have anything in mind for where you're going?"

"Long term? Not really." She shrugs, smiling a little. There's a little grimness lurking behind her eyes, masked anxiety. "For now, I have a lead or two. Maybe it'll pan out and turn into a new path. If not... I have enough saved up that I won't be starving any time soon."

She adds then, more wryly, "New country, new job. Is that interesting enough?"

"Plenty," he says, like he really believes it, "I bet you have a lot of stories to tell."

Not like him. He's just a boring ex-military accountant.

"Not really," she lowers her eyes briefly as she says it, maybe a little regretful, before meeting his again. It seems like a natural enough gesture. "Not that anyone would want to hear, anyway."

Arthur has a lot of stories like that too. It comes with the territory of being in the military, and given the job he was actually doing, it's not surprising that the stories are far too gory to tell at a party even if you do gloss over the details.

"Well, whether that's true or not, it's a good city to make new stories," he says, trying to sound encouraging.

"If the reputation is to be believed," Natasha says. There's a forced air to her answer, as though she doesn't entirely believe it but doesn't really mind either. "I'm not sure I'm main character material though."

Arthur laughs softly, nodding as he looks down at the floor. "There aren't any main characters in life, though," he says, "and I guess not every story has to be about you."

"I prefer it that way." She's not sure what that says about her. Probably mostly that at the end of the day, she prefers not being the center of attention. She'd been trained to avoid attention, and being a vampire meant avoiding the light.

That was the kindest read she could get on it.

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Apparently I lost this thread. Sorry!

no problem! <3

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