undergrounds | upon the hill he'll hear my secrets -- open post for october

She was a free witch, baby, and it was all thanks to Lancelot du Lac. As such, Nancy had taken over Eames' old flat in Canary Warf, the one she was slowly now outfitting for business. She still wasn't sure about the status of her former Enfield flat, and it wasn't right to invite a Guardian to Cooper's home. That was stupid, even she knew that. And while she trusted Lance with her life now, she couldn't so easily say the same about Cooper and Lance.

So here she was, working on a glass of gin while she cooked, the entire apartment smelling like garlic and cheese. A lasagna was in the oven, and bread was on the small table, waiting for Lance to arrive. She wanted to thank him properly for giving her a second chance at life, a clean record.

And for his sake, she'd do her best to avoid getting any blemishes on that record. But that didn't mean she would stop.

When Lance arrives, she greats him with a warm hug, practically throwing herself at him in thanks. "You made it!"

So Eames wanted to meet the man that had done what she'd thought was impossible. That was totally fine with her, because Eames deserved to meet Lance, and Lance should meet Eames, and you know what else? Both of these men had amazing dogs that certainly would help the two of them get along.

Honestly, besides the fact that Lance worked for the Night Council, she didn't see why they wouldn't get along.

So when Eames said he wanted to meet Lance, she readily agreed, under the condition that she come along, just in case. Hopefully this case of men-in-her-life-meeting would go far better than her dinner party. Regardless, she'd brought them both to a cafe, picking out a table outside for the three of them to sit at and get to know each other, and for the dogs to sniff each other's butts.

She was quite sure she'd made a good choice, enjoying the fall sun. Proudly, she'll smile back and fourth between the two men, occasionally petting a dog, waiting for them to really make the first move. She was just here to watch, really.

One of the other hunters had let her in, hardly trusting the vampire. Evie didn't blame them: she was a vampire, in broad daylight, approaching Hillingdon under a white flag. She introduced herself, stating she wanted to speak with the leader of Hillingdon. They'd let her sit in a sort of sitting room while they'd dashed off to find one of their leaders.

Evie had been here before, nearly a hundred years ago. Like the rest of London, so much had changed, but so much had changed. Usually, she would have wandered, looking at the room, but in order to appear as unthreatening as she possibly could, she remained on the couch, her hands neatly folded in her lap. Hopefully, this would go easy.

When Arthur rounds the corner, however, she stands, extending a hand in greeting- her sleeve pushed up showing she has no hidden blade on. "Sir- my name is Evie Frye. I'm the Countess of Clerkenwell, and I come here to speak to you about a common enemy." Completely transparent, in the name of making the hunters feel safe in her presence.

Nancy's cheeks were flushed when she opened the door to Cooper's flat. Breathless with excitement she reached for the first thing she could to share the good news. She'd been pardoned! Of all crimes, even ones they had no idea she had committed. Norrell, voter fraud, it was all pardoned. Every last bit.

Still dressed as young and demurely as possible from the trial, the only addition was a bit of alcohol on her breath as a way to calm her nerves after. "Cooper! Good news!" She cried, moving towards where she was sure her boyfriend was. He'd be happy for her, right?

It's the day of their lunch together and Cesare isn't entirely sure if he should feel apprehensive or not. Their new impending social dynamic is certainly a shift from how it was before and, quite frankly, Cesare doesn't know if the two of them are capable of keeping to it. Old habits die hard after all and Cesare has had a long time to form his habits.

But he gives it a solid shot, organizing their meal as if he were doing it for a friend, reserving a table at one of the most expensive restaurants in London and actually putting in the effort to turn up on time (with Nancy, normally, the time tended to be whatever he said it was).

He's looking at the set menu for the day, a glass of wine in hand when he peers over to Nancy.

"The chefs here are top notch." See? Polite conversation. Friendly conversation. Cesare's trying. Even if he has a particularly strong urge to slip his hand under the table to touch her.

Gwen had gotten Caroline hooked on Caffè Nero. It might even be better than Starbucks. She'd come in almost every night for the last couple of weeks - but this time, she at least wouldn't be drinking alone. She'd promised to tell Nancy the story of her romantic escapades, after all, so Caroline had invited her out for a cup.

She arrived first and ordered her favourite chai latte, before finding a table near the back, where they might at least be able to pretend to have some privacy.

It's been a few nights since Caroline ran into Kyle again. The first night she'd spent thinking deep thoughts and then drowning her sorrows. The second night had been a lot of the same. She worked the next two and so had to pull herself together a bit. Tonight, a local band was playing at Rhapsody, so she was off the hook and so she found herself knocking on Cooper and Nancy's door.

Early October, Lance

Early October, Lance, Eames & Dogs

Early October, Arthur

After the Night's Pardon- Cooper

Lunch Date

Late October, evening - for Nancy