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undergrounds2016-09-22 06:16 pm
dirtyredneck) wrote in undergrounds2016-09-22 06:16 pm
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Small Town Celebrities party log for Sept17-Oct6
The Redbright students clearly aren't getting enough homework if they have the time to start following their favorite members of supernatural society around for the chance at getting The Perfect Shot of them looking hot. It starts slow and small, for the first week, anyway. Just a random person pulling out their phone and taking a quick shot. Can't even be sure it was you they were photographing. By the five days in, though, they've started making a game of it. Groups of two and three going out together. Following people for a while. Having the audacity to wave when they're looked at. Some even invite their target to take a picture with them and their friends. (If you say yes to that, please do flex a little.)
Ratings on the website change on a day to day basis and currently both Redbright Professors and the Hillingdon Clan lists are the current most popular due to the territory change over and general familiarity with the groups.
Hans Estergaard had been reigning supreme as #1 in Hillingdon since he had the audacity to challenge Sylvia for her seat on the council. An unprecedented length of time! (It's like the students enjoy the idea of someone standing up to Sylvia, the person ultimately in charge of telling them what to do. Go figure.)
Most factions are getting more attention from these folks, though. They really have a lot of time on their hands.
[[ooc: post around like it's a party log. If you want an npc bothering you and want me to play them, put NPC request in the subject line.]]
Ratings on the website change on a day to day basis and currently both Redbright Professors and the Hillingdon Clan lists are the current most popular due to the territory change over and general familiarity with the groups.
Hans Estergaard had been reigning supreme as #1 in Hillingdon since he had the audacity to challenge Sylvia for her seat on the council. An unprecedented length of time! (It's like the students enjoy the idea of someone standing up to Sylvia, the person ultimately in charge of telling them what to do. Go figure.)
Most factions are getting more attention from these folks, though. They really have a lot of time on their hands.
[[ooc: post around like it's a party log. If you want an npc bothering you and want me to play them, put NPC request in the subject line.]]
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"No, no please -- I was miles away myself."
He shuffles the papers together, trying to neaten them back up into one pile for her -- eyes vaguely taking in the range of documents. Night council documentation is hardly thrilling, she must have a reason for having so much. He doesn't think he recognises her....?
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Having gathered up everything she can, Guinevere gratefully takes what Lancelot has collected, thanking him briefly before standing up and brushing herself down. While doing so, from the corner of her eye she spots a fleeting burst of movement. When she turns her head to follow it, there’s nothing to see. Shrugging it off, she offers her hand in greeting.
“Sorry, where are my manners. I’m Guinevere. Nice to meet you.”
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"Lancelot," he answers easily. "You look like you've a lot of work there yourself."
A lot of research, perhaps. Maybe she's intending to join the Night Council herself? Or else, trying to better understand it.
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She gives Lancelot a chagrined look. “He’s not a bad kid. Just easily distracted and…tempted. I’ve been working with him to improve that.”
Lifting her arms to highlight her bundle of papers and notes, she adds, “Right now I’m trying to help him sort out this new problem.”
Thinking about the Taylors leads Gwen to sigh. “His family is not really equipped to handle something like this. Even just the thought of dealing with the Council Guardians seems to be a bit much for them.”
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Yet she goes on, and he can't help the impish humour that fuels his next question.
"Oh? Are the Guardians as frightening as all that?"
He supposes by reputation the idea is daunting, but he can't truly imagining anyone being genuinely frightened of him once they've met him. Faolan, perhaps, if they met him pre-coffee. Not him though. All he does is bore people with photos of his dog.
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“Though, from what I’ve gathered, possession with intent to supply isn’t a guaranteed walk in the park here anymore than in regular law. But he’s never been charged before.” Naturally, never being caught at something is quite different than never having done it. “As a first offense and it being a relatively small quantity…”
She shrugs. As far as she can tell, this will only be hard if the Taylors continue to make it that way. Say, for instance, by hiding Finley instead of allowing him to face the consequences, pay for his crime, and attend a short course geared toward mentoring at-risk youth.
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"It will depend on his age too, the amount he has..."
Lancelot shrugs a little. If he's a student he might be young enough to have a lesser charge, for example.
"Like you said, though, we're not that frightening."
'We're', since there's no point trying to conceal it now.
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“Oh! You’re one of them, then.”
She came here to help and ended up basically gossiping with a guardian (of all people) about her student’s troubles, all while possibly insulting said same guardian. Lovely.
“Well I…I meant no disrespect! My father has been a part of Heddlu De—I mean, the South Wales Police since before I was born. So, I’m very comfortable around them and the like, that’s all.”
Though, she’s clearly not at ease right now, and the longer she talks, the stronger her Welsh accent becomes.
“But I respect and appreciate the importance of what you do. And I’m sure you’re suitably imposing.” She indicates his figure, the impressiveness of which is being slightly undercut by his current body language. “You know, when you’re on duty.”
Please don’t be on duty right now. Please don’t be on duty right now. Please don’t be on duty right now.
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"When I'm on duty?" he repeats. "Only then? I might need to start going to the gym more often."
Although, in truth, he's rather glad he doesn't cut an intimidating figure. That's never really been his goal. It is funny to watch her struggle to backtrack, though. It's too easy a thing to miss.
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“I honestly don’t think that would help.”
She gives him a brief once over.
“Your physique is fine.”
It’s actually a hell of a lot better than fine, but this is a polite conversation they’re having, and she’s too off balance to pay him that kind of attention.
“The problem is your face.” She quickly clarifies. “Don’t get me wrong: That wasn’t at all an insult. You simply have a pleasant look to you. I’ll bet most people find you easy to trust and open up to. But I can’t imagine you intimidate anyone unless you’re acting in an official capacity.”
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I'm not trying to patronise you, Faolan, please -- just... help me understand why you're upset.
Your face. The way you looked at her. At both of them. All of them, I don't know.
The startling similarity makes him momentarily unsure if she's... trying to flirt with him, or simply terribly candid.
"... Well," he says, trying to recover himself. "I suppose I should take that as... a compliment?"
It's a question, because he's honestly not entirely sure if it's meant as one. Is it?
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“Yes, absolutely!” She frowns. “I didn’t express myself well before, did I?”
Clearly, this awkward moment is the universe’s way of reminding Gwen to take more care when speaking her thoughts. With that in mind, she lets out a long breath, the action releasing a bunch nervous energy.
“Let me try that again: What I meant was that you don’t have a menacing look to you. And I think that’s a good thing.”
She loves her father and appreciates his efforts to maintain law and order. However, he and the wolves that serve under him often come across as rather intense, which in turn can create distance between them and those they’ve sworn to protect.
“You have kind eyes and a friendly manner. In my opinion, that makes you the sort of approachable public figure this community needs.”
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"Well, I'll accept the compliment if it means I'm approachable. I was joking, though. I don't know why I'd want to be frightening."
It seems an unpleasant way to get people to follow the rules, even if he understands it can be effective. He'd still rather try the tactic of 'be nice' first when given the chance. No matter how laughable that is to people like Raymond Harris.
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Oh, he was joking before. Right. Okay. It seems a better question would be why she’s struggling so hard to have a simple conversation with him. Is she that out of practice with talking to people outside of work? (For a certain subset of people: yes, yes she is.)
Thankfully, no Redbright students--who seem to be everywhere en masse lately--are here to document this awkward moment with their phones.
In reply to his question, she shrugs. “I don’t know. It can be useful.”
There are definitely times when being pleasant would not get the job done.
“Then again…” She muses a little, “You have a lovely face. Terrifying is probably not the best strategy you could use.”
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"I'm not so sure I've ever had so many compliments on my face in a single day."
Which, well, is a sort of awkward situation. Should he compliment her in turn? Maybe he should.
"You have a nice face yourself, by the way."
That sounded odd. He starts to laugh, as much at the ridiculousness of the situation as anything.
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“Oh, god, did I really say that?”
Guinevere covers her (apparently nice) face while laughing and cringing at the same time.
Yes, she’s been a mess. Later, she’ll mentally hit herself upside the head while recalling their conversation. But right now, she’s too far down this hole to properly salvage the situation.
“Um, thank you? And I’m so sorry. It’s been a long, long day. Clearly my brain needs a break.”
Her mobile buzzes. It’s another text from Mrs. Taylor.
“…And yet it seems I still have work to do.”
The sooner she can get over to the Taylors and soothe their nerves, the better it will be for everyone.
“I really ought to go.” She turns to leave before realizing her rudeness. “I’m sorry. Again. It was nice to meet you…” What was his name? Oh, right. “Lancelot. Hopefully, next time I’ll have my head together.”
*[Actually, they’re Tennyson’s words. Shhh, don’t tell him that I borrowed them.]
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He shrugs slightly, pushes his hands into his pockets and takes a half-step back.
"Good luck."
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Her gratitude is genuine. It would be wonderful to have a guardian to whom she could turn if she needed advice. (And hopefully the cringe inducing memories of this conversation will be easier to swallow knowing that something good came of it.)
After a final polite smile, she hurries down the steps and off to speak with a paranoid mum about her juvenile delinquent son.