undergrounds | MABON } 22nd September


The times, they are a'changing. But in this case, it's the same way they change every year. The 22nd of September is the Autumn Equinox, and aside from it being a great time for witches to get up to all sorts of shady shit with fae, it's time for the seasonal change in power between the two Courts. And in typical Fae fashion, this event is to be marked with a hugely ostentatious party. They've taken over Crystal Palace Park for a party that'll be going near on 24 hours. The trees are lit with twinkling lights, and many fae have chosen to forgo their glamours — some are indescribably beautiful, others monstrous, and quite a few... Well, they look more or less human, but obviously it doesn't bother them and it shouldn't bother you either! There is dancing, flirting, and laughter. And the drinks and food are free flowing. Slipping between realms is also extremely easy, but there's been strict instruction not to steal any mortals tonight or there'll be hell to pay. This also marks the first official appearance of Eames as the Lord of Autumn, (it's not something he could readily get out of, you see,) so expect plenty of gossip about how odd it is he seems to shy away from his title, his obsession with mortals, and how very un-Fae it is of him to cancel the hunt.
	The RULES are as follows: All vampires must have a fae chaperone. The open invite does extend to vampires, but we can't just have them walking around doing whatever they like, can we? In addition, drinking blood is strictly forbidden. Consensual or not, any vampire found drinking blood within a half mile radius of the park will be killed. It's just not good manners. Violence is also forbidden. It's just not fun for everyone. If you really need to have it out with someone, challenge them to a duel. The children's playground has been made into a duelling area with guards to make sure it all goes smoothly. There are weapons available and they're all very medieval.
That's about it, they aren't a very rule-heavy bunch and honestly just want to have a fun night.

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Nancy doesn't even blink.

"extremely," she tells him, and the fact she visited Cesare at all after the party should have been proof of that. If she let Cooper control her, she probably wouldn't be working anymore. But he didn't. And she was proud of that, even if it left her feeling somewhat adrift in the grand scene of things.

Sorry. Nope. Cesare still isn't convinced. The fact that Nancy had to visit him in secret is proof enough for her that Cooper is controlling her on some level.

"Then I guess we'll find out," he replies calmly. "Have lunch with me. As a friend." Nancy all but said she doesn't want him as her client, so Cesare is happy to grant that. Let's see if friendship works and find out how much it makes Cooper squirm.

Nancy considers the offer for not at all. "Alright. Lunch as friends." She could do it- she was a personable person and found it easy to get along with most people. They could have lunch. As friends.

"where would you like to go?"

"Le Gavroche" Cesare replies instantly. It's expensive, has good food and a fantastic reputation, and is a little old fashioned, not that Cesare entirely notices that. Instead it subconsciously draws him in.

"Their duck is exceptional."

He quietly hopes that she dresses appropriately, but he doesn't instruct her. After all, you don't dress a friend.

"Alright- Wednesday, then. Say... one?" Look at that, she totally has this down. She's gonna be the best friend you've ever had, Cesare.

...even if she has yet to dump a body in the Tiber for you.

Duck. great- she'd likely be sticking to something far less expensive. Like a salad, maybe.

That's not entirely how fixed menus work, but that's fine, Nancy. Cesare will sort it when they're there. As a friend, of course.

"When?" he asks, trying to give her some of an opportunity to make her own decisions. It marks a definite shift from how he normally treats her, where he picks a time and a place and she's almost always there when he wants her.

Nancy considers this for a moment. "Wednesday alright? at one?" She had no idea what the restaurant was and what their hours were.

She hardly notices that he's letting her make decisions, she's so determined she can do this.

"Perfect," Cesare replies. "Wednesday. At one. Le Gavroche." He smirks, barely resisting the urge to say it's a date. He wonders how many johns of hers Nancy has gone to lunch with. He suspects it isn't too many, particularly if there's no payment made beforehand.

"I wonder if we'll hate each other," he says with a smirk. After all, there's certainly a possibility. They don't truly know each other much at all. Not in a sociable sense, at least.

Nancy usually doesn't do lunches with johns. Given the nature of her work on multiple levels, it's usually strictly dinner and she's desert.

Or, as it was more often now, a quick swig from a flask.

"Well, we'll certainly find out, won't we?"

MABON } 22nd September

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