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The Other Mayor of London

The OTHER MAYOR OF LONDON invites you to a night to remember...

Hosted at The Angelo in the heart of Islington (courtesy of Cesare Borgia), Raymond Harris invites you all to join him on the night of Saturday, 6th August to celebrate his self-proclaimed ascension as the Other Mayor of London. His aims are threefold: to stake his claim as the most powerful supernatural being in the city, to persuade other interested factions to ally with him, and to intimidate his enemies with a show of extravagance. All members of the Islington Nest are expected to work hard tonight to achieve these goals.

The party officially begins at 20:39 when the sun sets and ends at 05:34 when the sun rises. Of course, there's no guarantee that everyone will make it until dawn...

Rules of entry
• This is a black tie event. Anyone who fails to wear the appropriate attire will be denied entry.
• No stakes or other vampire-killing weapons. That's just rude.
• No more than five werewolves and shapeshifters will be admitted in total. Raymond wants them to witness his power, but not to spoil his party. They will be closely watched and likely mocked by the surrounding vampires.

Raymond is guarded by his vampire henchmen at all times. Any perceived threat will be dealt with swiftly and mercilessly.

Places to go
Once you're admitted to the hotel, you'll walk into the lobby, where you're free to mingle with the other guests. It's here that you're likely to first spot the party's human contingent: a collection of young and beautiful men and women whose sole purpose is to provide a live food source for the vampires. Dressed in uniform black suits and cocktail dresses, they will offer up their wrists and/or necks to anyone who wants them.

From there, you can head over to the bar for a more relaxed and cordial atmosphere. Drinks are free until midnight; after that you'll have to pay. The bar does not serve blood; it's expected that vampire guests will drink directly from their nearest human.

If you're looking for something a little more substantial, try the tea room where you'll be served tea, coffee or red wine, and a selection of cherry tomato canapes, strawberries and scones with jam and clotted cream.

The main action, however, takes place in the ballroom. Red mood lighting continues the general theme and live music will be playing all night. Professional dancers provide entertainment in the early evening, but it won't be long before the ballroom is crowded with party-goers revelling in the fun, free and wild atmosphere. This is where you may find Raymond, the benevolent host watching over his guests. Drink and be merry. He wants everyone to have a good time.

(You can check the OOC plotting thread for more info and to ask any questions about this event. Enjoy!)

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Cesare rolls his eyes and takes a swig of his drink.

"You don't need to teach me about hunters, Ms Romanoff."

It seems odd that Natasha seems so keen on educating him. He has the right mind to remind her exactly who he is. His body language stiffens slightly and he looks her straight in the eye, an expression of impatience on his face.

"What exactly are you proposing right now, if anything?" If she has a concrete suggestion, he'll hear it but so far it seems like she's wasting his time. He could be out enjoying himself or making alliances of worth. At the moment this does not seem like one of those.

"I'm not trying to teach you about anything," Natasha says, somehow keeping her tone level, her body language unaffected. If she feels some frustration with his treatment, Natasha buries it thoroughly. "What I'm doing is explaining why I'm here, both in general and talking to you specifically. I have an interest in seeing Islington do well."

A pause, and she crosses her legs at the knee. Then she continues.

"But it's clear Islington needs friends right now. Otherwise none of us would be here at all. This whole display, this trying to bring in unaffiliated vampires, courting witches and fae, putting on a show of power—do you think I don't know what it is?" It would be easy to grow arch, needling, but her tone is matter of fact. "You're acting like I'm here offering you something, but the only thing I'm offering is an ear. If you have a pitch, I'll listen. Tell me how this gets better. Tell me there's a plan. Maybe you won't be able to buy another foot soldier, but if the best you think you can get out of me is another young vampire running havoc in the street, then we're both in the wrong place."

Cesare listens and pauses for a second, thinking over her words and exactly what he would like to say in reply. He appreciates that she's got confidence , but she hasn't proven herself yet. He wonders if he should give her an opportunity to do so. After a moment's thought, he finally speaks.

"I need an ear in Redbright." And perhaps a dagger, but that will come in time. "They seem peaceful enough for now, but if their politics change, I want you to tell me. If anything changes, you tell me. I presume you know by now all that I can offer you in return." She's a smart girl. She does her homework. She probably even knows how much he pays and what he gives to others. He gives her a deliberately soft request too, one that's small, to lure her in and find out how well she can do.

He looks back down to the napkin, then to her, suggesting she write down a number if she's interested.

At least they were more or less on the same page now. She saw offer for what it was, starting small. Natasha smiles briefly and considers the napkin. After a short moment, she bows her head, almost demurring. "Now that is the kind of thing I could do."

There are only only one slight problem with it, really. "I'm not hurting for money though. I was thinking of something a little less formal."

She doesn't need a job, it's true. But beyond that, she doesn't want him to get the impression that she's his employee. That would be a misapprehension that could prove painful to correct. It also established a power dynamic that would be difficult to fight. Natasha didn't expect them to be equals. That wasn't how vampire nests functioned. But that didn't mean she couldn't maintain a certain degree of autonomy, especially considering that she was not part of the nest itself.

"It could be that if I heard something, I'd talk about it though. Under the right circumstances—with a friend, for example. People talk about their work all the time."

Cesare looks at her a little surprised and tilts his head away from her, assessing her words. Is she suggesting quite what he thinks she is? Cesare is more than happy to garner friends, but Cesare doesn't think that's entirely what she's suggesting. That would be a little too simple. Natasha's beautiful, of course she is, and he would be lying if he hadn't thought about it on occasion, but he's not entirely sure he's interested in post-coital confessions. It would tip the scale a little too much in her favor.

"I'm not quite that kinda girl. Besides, I'm married." To three people, for the moment at least. Maybe more later. Marriage has never been something that Cesare valued all too greatly.

"But something more intellectual, I could do: acquaintances chatting over theoreticals and conjectures."

For perhaps the first time, Cesare honestly surprises Natasha. Both of her eyebrows go up, a reaction she allows him to see despite her ability to school her expression.

She doesn't mind him knowing that thought hadn't crossed her mind.

At least not in that context.

"Believe me," she says, "if I decide to proposition you, I'll be clearer about it. I remember your preferences about that from our last conversation." Which isn't the only reason she wouldn't have come on to him here and like that, in exchange for information.

"I viewed it as an entirely intellectual exchange. And maybe..." She lifts one shoulder in a shrug. "I'm not expecting any details into the inner workings of the nest, but say a little warning if you expect things to get complicated."

Unphased by Natasha's rebuttal, Cesare scoffs slightly and takes a swig of his drink.

"You think they aren't complicated already?" If she doesn't see the impending fracture of Islington Nest then, quite frankly, she is blind. People are already being forced to take sides and declare their allegiances. This party has made sure of that. Cesare himself had chosen the leader, for now at least. He found it more valuable to toe the line. When the time comes, he will be happy to stab Raymond Harris in the back, quite literally if need be, but for now he prefers not to kick up a fuss.

"In all honesty, as an intellectual friend, I would suggest you start appealing to Harris' good side, or stay very far away for now. Soon enough anyone who isn't explicitly supporting him will be seen as a threat, particularly if they're vampires." To be honest, even if they are on his side, Raymond might feel threatened by them anyway. The man is nuts, after all.

Natasha clears her throat. She's well aware that the situation is already complicated. She murmurs, "I suppose I'm given to understatement." not in argument, but acknowledging the fact that, yes, she knows.

But it could always get worse.

She doesn't clarify her mean, though, since at the very least what he tells her is useful. Not surprising. Not exactly new information. Call it confirmation, and coming from a source nearer Harris himself, that had some value. "Appeal to his good side?" she asks instead. "I wasn't planning to talk to him myself. Honestly, I've every intention of staying as far off his radar as practical."

"Good. You're a vampire outside of the Islington Nest. You're practically defecting. And that's not even mentioning your diet." Cesare holds no qualms about calling a spade a spade. Natasha should be in Islington. That much is clear. That fact that she isn't does irk him a little, and likely irks Harris far more. It's one fewer soldier for his army. Although her completely denying her vampirism and refusing to drink real blood is worse. A true waste, in Cesare's eyes.

"My offer still stands on that." Come on, Nat. Drink some real food. Just a nibble.

"Can't defect from a nest I was never part of." And, if they were going to address that, she has more or less defected from her previous nest. While she hadn't exactly gone to the opposing side of their conflict, her choice to side with a faction that wasn't vampires hadn't been a coincidence. "And I don't see what my diet has to do with your current conversation."

Cesare smiles and rolls his eyes slightly. How can she not get it?

"There's a reason why abhor your diet, Ms. Romanoff." And he has no doubt that Raymond Harris has similar sentiments. Vampires are not meant to avoid drinking the blood of humans, just as birds aren't meant to live their entire lives on the ground. Natasha is wasted potential. Cesare would be lying if he said that didn't frustrate him.

"And that's a very good reason for you not to follow it yourself," Natasha says, evenly. It's an effort not to get defensive, but she's well trained. The effort pays off—at least her tone doesn't invite conflict. It's matter of fact, not disrespectful. "But it's my choice."

"It most certainly is, Ms. Romanoff. But don't think it won't affect how people view you." Specifically Raymond Harris. From what Cesare's gathered, Natasha doesn't remotely care what Cesare himself thinks. She's made that exceptionally clear.

"Just tell me when I should expect something from Redbright and Sylvia. That bitch is always up to something." He holds no qualms about expressing his dislike for Sylvia. She's manipulative, power hungry and a dictator. And, to be honest, she has the power that Cesare wants.

"If I let myself worry too much about that, I wouldn't be able to do what I'm doing." And she had to do it—she has to at least try. Cesare has experienced first hand what that means.

Natasha leans closer, crossing her legs carefully at the ankle as she braces her arms on the table and says seriously, "I'll let you know what I can. I'm not exactly inner circle here. Sylvia's not telling me all her plans. But at least I should be able to get you a heads up."

She wants to set realistic expectations. Overpromising won't do her any good. Still, this connection is worth cultivating.

Cesare understands what she's saying. He knows how social politics works and that it's tricky to infiltrate a stratum, particularly when you are relatively new to it. But he also, however, appreciates the power of someone that people forget about and don't realize is listening.

"Just tell me what you can when you can." He's not expecting miracles but he doesn't explain that. He doesn't in any way want to make it seem as if his expectations are low. As soon as he lowers them, so will she. So he deliberately keeps them vague but high.

"Do you still have my card?"

That will do. They've been been clear enough for this type of business, and vague enough when it comes to what they'll actually deliver. Natasha isn't unsatisfied with he amount of control this leaves her.

She inclines her head, allowing that she'll do what she can.

As to his question, she cuts him a curious look at that. "I still have it. No chance I'll forget how to find you."

Cesare smirks. Quite frankly, Natasha would be surprised by how few people are actually organised enough to contact him when they need to. He's old enough now that he almost never trusts people to be competent. He's seen enough people fail in front of him not to expect success. Natasha's response is reassuring.

"There's a dental practice next door." It's not a dental practice. "I would rather you head there if any business crops up. You are perfectly welcome at The Angelo, but I would rather it if we did not meet here again." Not professionally anyway. After all, a fly on the wall stops becoming one when someone notices that they're spending a lot of time with someone from another faction. Cesare knows that he doesn't have a reputation for playing the cleanest game. He would rather that not affect Natasha's ability to find him information.

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"At dentist office," Natasha echoes. It's not a question, nor disbelief. She repeats it so he knows she's paying attention, and she remembers it.

Other people might not be competent, but she is.

"And if I were to call this practice say because I have a toothache. Would they be able to get the message to you?"

Cesare breaks out into a grin. It took him a while to decide what he thinks of Natasha, but he thinks he likes her. She understands. She gets it.

He shrugs, pretending to ponder over her question.

"If it's urgent, yes. Otherwise a regular checkup seems perfectly reasonable. Make sure everything's in good health."

"Sometimes things come up. Just want to be sure." It's a lot easier to call than it is to get away physically, but she'll do what she can to respect his preference.

"Should I ask for a particular doctor when I come in?" Because at this point, it's hard to believe she won't have a reason to make contact again.

Cesare smirks. In truth, it matters little what name she gives. After all, there aren't any real doctors there and actual patients rarely have a habit of coming unannounced to a dentist's office without an appointment. Everyone in the office will know why she's there.

But this is an opportunity for some playfulness and Cesare is not going to miss it.

"Dr. Jung," he replies. Because why can't Cesare have the pseudonym of the great Swiss psychotherapist? This is his gig after all.

Natasha kicks one eyebrow up, but manages not to roll her eyes. Why not? "All right," he agrees. "Dr. Jung it is."

On that note Natasha stands, smoothing her skirt over her knees. She doubts they'll reach any better understanding than that.

"I'll remember it."

Cesare appreciates that Natasha might judge his name choice a little, but what is the point in living hundreds of years if you can't enjoy it on occasion?

He smiles slightly and nods. They seem to have a good understanding. Mission accomplished.

"Good. Have a wonderful rest of your evening, Ms. Romanoff."

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