undergrounds | [closed] It's a bad case, you're on the rampage

Finnick; May 18th

All things considered, Eames thinks it's probably best he meets Finnick at his home in the Other Realm. He doesn't like it as much as his place in London — he has a gorgeous flat in Canary Wharf — but given the brief and panicked phonecall, he gets the feeling that the other man would prefer the relative security of Faery to navigating Islington territory.

Besides all that, it's a nice house. A little more Victorian that Eames' current tastes lean towards, but nice regardless.

He expects Finnick won't be long, and sets about putting some tea on in the meantime. Tea that is quickly taken over by a pair of luminescent pixies who encourage him to sit down and let them take care of it.

Having servants is weird.

Nancy; May 30th

He hasn't actually spoken to Nancy since that whole Havering thing. Not that he's intentionally ignored her for the past couple of weeks, these things just kind of happen with him. Apparently thinking nothing of it, Eames drops Nancy a quick text, inviting her round for lunch so they can discuss something, and starts making said lunch once he has a confirmation.

He's feeling Mediterranean today. Lots of roasted vegetables and couscous. Maybe some feta? That'll be a good meal. Good job Eames, you're so great at food.

Threaded | Flat

No, Eames has totally intentionally been ignoring her and probably plotting her death. She should have told him, but at the same time... She didn't support the Havering claim, and Abby knew that. Abby knew about her situation when it came to the fae, and didn't make it sound like all of Midnight was in on it. Because Nancy wasn't, to the point of cautioning Abby against such a move. But here they were.

So naturally, when Nancy got the text from Eames, she assumed he was going to be furious. All the same, she knew she had to meet with him for lunch, just in case he didn't want to brutally murder her. So at the appointed time, she's at Eames' flat, knocking on the door. Maybe she should start sending out goodbye texts. Maybe.

Only Nancy would willingly walk right into her death.

Finnick has washed his hands, but he still feels conspicuous like everyone who's seen him can see what he's done. Some fae would commend him on it, but Finnick has worked so hard to get away from a state of fighting for his life all the time, and putting his trident in a witch's chest under those circumstances feels too close, too desperate. He's still flustered and almost manic when he find's Eames' home, feeling out of place immediately when the pixies offer to take his jacket and serve him tea.

When he comes into the room Eames is in, he realizes that he doesn't know where to start. He wants to know about the vote rigging, needs to tell him about Childermass, and just wants to sit all at the same time. He settles on the middle one.

"I've done something."

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