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MABON } 22nd September
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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. | |
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The RULES are as follows:
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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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"Picking a type of restaurant at least might narrow that down. My company works just as well in McDonalds as it does in Carluccios, but I'm assuming you won't be picking the former?"
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"We are not going to a McDonalds," he confirms, just in case Lancelot was worried about as much. He hasn't really decided on the rest of it, but there's time. He picks up his own drink, swirling it slightly before he says, "I've. I think I've got a place in mind. But I need to make arrangements for it. I'd rather, well. I'd rather it be a surprise, I think." Is that too cheesy? Maybe it is, isn't it? Oh well, it's too late to back off on it now that he's said as much.
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"Well, a surprise it is then. Just make sure you tell me where and when to meet you, or it won't be a very successful surprise."
He doesn't mind a surprise in principle, so long as it's only location. It will be significantly easier if he knows when so he can make sure he isn't working.
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"What about next Friday? Are you working?" he asks. "Ehm, the evening, that is? Or. Is there a day that would work better for you?" Part of the perks of being Head of Hillingdon is the fact that he is in charge of his own schedule. As far as Hillingdon is concerned, at any rate.
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The garden needs tidying, everything needs moving to clean properly, and he has a few loads of washing to do on top of all that...
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Whatever that might entail. If it's anything like the adventures she's previously been on, he might have to put time aside to clean her up afterwards as well.
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"Sure," he says, offering a small smile back. "Why not? If I tire her out enough she'll just sleep the evening away anyway. I think that earns me a meal."