Daryl Dixon (
dirtyredneck) wrote in
undergrounds2016-09-22 06:16 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
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.]]
OTA, in Barnet territory
Then it happened again the next day, when she comes back to to check out a few interesting places she spotted earlier. It was a different group this time, but the same thing happened. She even lead them on a little chase, just to be sure they were really following her.
They really were.
It's almost enough to make her reconsider checking out Barnet next but she decided to go ahead and try it. And, of course, there they were again. This group even waved. Caroline declined to wave back, instead hurrying along her way, not quite watching where she was going.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
OTA; Hillingdon House
"This can't be right," he says, mostly to himself. However, it's hard to tell if he's referring to the pictures, or his rating.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
SEMI-OPEN; Ft. Elaine of Corbenic
What surprises her is that she recognises someone.
The list of Daybreak members isn't quite as lengthy as some, a lot of Daybreak members are slightly older members of the community -- and many a little intimidating to approach -- but Lancelot stands out to her. She remembers meeting him once before. It had been a short meeting, but one that had stuck with her. She'd been caught in one of the sudden Autumnal bursts of rain and he'd stopped beside her with his umbrella, held it over her and asked her where she was heading -- escorted her as far as the station.
She makes it her business to do two things -- one, to get him higher up this list like he deserves and, secondly... to work out the best way to meet him again.
---
i)
Lancelot still has an every day job as well as his work as a Guardian, and he's out and about in his reflective yellow Community Officer jacket on Friday in the bright sunshine. Lily isn't with him, but he does have a different shadow. A woman with red curls is somewhat conspicuously watching him as he adjusts his radio and turns into a sandwich shop, stands in line chatting and finally emerges again something to eat.
She's still watching him as he continues down the road, and after a moment begins to walk after him. Her phone is out, and she's typing rapidly as she moves -- dodging with the expert air of someone who does this quite a lot. Stopping just a little distance away as he waits at a crossing she takes a picture, chewing her lip, and he finally senses something. Looks up and over in her direction vaguely. She darts away into the crowd and he's left standing at the crossroads, unsure if he's missed anything. Did he imagine it?
ii)
The second time he catches her he's leaving his other job. Lancelot has been working late, trying to catch up still on things he missed when he had time off after Raymond's little incident. He's tired, but even tired Lancelot is aware of his surroundings. Partly due to the fact that he's a Meta Human, and partly due to his nerves and general paranoia being a touch elevated after being kidnapped.
He pauses a moment on the steps, glances around warily and begins to pocket the phone he'd been fiddling with. It's dark, and Elaine is hiding well enough, but his senses are sparking the way they do when something is going on.
"Who's there?" he tries, because even if it's a not friendly he'd rather see who he's dealing with. He's had this nagging feeling of being followed for a few days now, and in truth he's starting to wonder if it's all in his head.
iii) -- for Faolan
It's been an odd few... well, months truth be told. Yet Lancelot is more than determined to have at least one day where nothing unfortunate or strange happens.
If that will be today, well, he isn't quite sure. Faolan had suggested they meet up for dinner, and Lancelot dresses to the smart-casual instruction he is given and heads out to meet him outside the cafe Faolan has chosen. Why Faolan has decided it is to be a surprise Lancelot isn't sure, but neither does he particularly mind. He's tidied himself up, dark navy jeans and a thin, black v-neck sweater with a light coat done up in fear of potential rain. He's early, so Lancelot fully expects to be standing around for at least a few minutes, but he doesn't mind that. The trains can be so predictable that he'd rather be early than late.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
ii
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
Open - somewhere in Hillingdon
Until he found the website. Okay, maybe he should be bothered by the fact that they managed to get so many pictures of him without him noticing, but really, all he could bring himself to think was an excited, ecstatic 'OMG, I've got a fanclub'! And he was #3, ranked higher than Faolan and numerous others. There was only one thing that had to be done. He had to get out and spread the word.
Grinning, he rushed out of his trailer to head over to the Hillingdon House to see who was there.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)