Semi-open: May 05

[knightscode]

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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[specifiercity]

Arthur shrugs, a little impatient that they're getting into that right away. "You're coworkers," he says dismissively. "I have nothing against Guardians, just conflicts of interest."

But they're beyond that, which Arthur tries to express with an annoyed look in Faolan's direction before he goes on. "We don't have to talk about Hillingdon here."

[reticence]

Faolan's almost surprised that the other man doesn't use the opportunity to further express his displeasure with him, but he's not complaining about it. It's Lancelot's birthday party, after all. Business talk can wait.

"Okay," he says, although he has to wonder, and a moment later finds himself voicing the question, "So how do you know Lancelot then?" Since it obviously wasn't through work or faction.

[specifiercity]

Arthur shrugs, nonchalant.

"A case he was working and a lead I was following happened to cross over last year. We're not really friends, but we bumped into each other the other day and he invited me, so..."

He gestures vaguely at the party around them. It's been a good time, he's not trying to diminish that, but he doesn't want to give the impression that he knows Lancelot very well or at all for that matter. He gives off that amicable vibe that people can't help but pick up on, and maybe that's why Arthur immediately trusted that this party wouldn't be weird, but he's just here because he didn't have much else to do.

[reticence]

Faolan nods slightly. "It sounds like him," he agrees. "He wouldn't have invited you if he didn't want you to be here though."

Of course, he'd have wanted pretty much everyone that he liked to be there (that fit), and that list was pretty broad. Faolan finds himself wondering how many others like Arthur were invited and wound up not being able to make it after all. Or had no one been able to turn the man down...

[specifiercity]

"Yeah, he seems like a nice enough guy," Arthur says, almost like there's a 'but' to follow. He's naturally concerned about anyone who invites people they barely know to a party at their own place, but he won't get into that. He has no idea how close Lancelot and Faolan are and he doesn't want to insult him over something so dumb.

[reticence]

"He is," Faolan insists, if a bit defensive on the matter. He turns to glance over at where Lancelot is flitting around, seeing to it that other people have enough to eat or drink or that his dog is properly watered and not overheating in the sunlight.

"He's. Perhaps a bit too trusting of people," he allows. "And a little too generous and giving when perhaps those he is offering don't really deserve as much. But what do you expect from a Community Support Officer, really..."

[specifiercity]

"Yeah, I guess so," Arthur says, noncommittal but in agreement. He doesn't like to say a lot about things he doesn't know, so he shifts the focus on to Faolan with a follow-up question.

"So you've known him a while, then?"

[reticence]

Faolan shrugs slightly, before nodding. "Not too long," he has to specify. Because there are those in the community that he has known for far longer. He glances back at Lancelot, before down at his own feet, shifting awkwardly.

"Almost a year ago," he specifies. "I'd been on a hunt. Got cut up pretty bad. I was on my way home when he stopped me. Made me go to the hospital." He shrugs again, as if to suggest that it wasn't anything really, but that would be a lie. It had meant a lot to Faolan. More than he'd really care to let on, in all honesty.

[specifiercity]

Arthur picks up on Faolan's nervous energy but doesn't think much of it. The man has never seemed like he would fit in social situations like this, and Arthur's no stranger to that.

"Seems too nice for Daybreak," he says flatly.

[reticence]

Faolan huffs out something of a laugh at that, shaking his head slightly. It's true, of course, he does seem too nice -- for much of anything really. "Too nice for his own good, really," he corrects the other man. "Never mind the factions themselves. You've seen all the people he's invited here. He'd probably offer a murderer a place to stay if he thought there was a chance of turning them around for the better." Look at how many times he'd let him stay over himself, after all. Faolan certainly is no saint.

[specifiercity]

Arthur gives him a wry smile. "Niceness is a dangerous business to be in," he says, and he thinks that's pretty smooth, but he also knows it's true. It pays to be paranoid in this world, sometimes, and it looks like Lancelot completely lacks that instinct. Good thing he has fae magic to back it up.

[reticence]

Faolan shrugs slightly, but he wouldn't disagree. He's honestly surprised that Lancelot hasn't gotten himself into more trouble by now than he has. Though he supposes the fact that Lancelot's involved himself in his life is trouble enough.

"I suppose that it has its benefits as well," he counters, after a moment. "Neither of us would be here, no doubt, without it."