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[OPEN] SOUTHWARK TERRITORY CLAIM

[ooc note: this is an open post for jean-claude's move on the territory of southwark. there are many threads within, some closed, some open. even if your character may not have participated in the claim itself, there is still opportunity for them to participate either talking to jean-claude before or after the claim, or just celebrating their victory with them! if you have any questions pleas private message me or private plurk me on

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Jean-Claude calmly and casually makes his way up Lancelot's front walkway to stand on the front porch of his flat. He has a box in hand, a small gift for the other man. He casually wonders whether he's even touched the last gift he had given him, but he supposes if he'd kept it then he can at least accessorize properly. And if not, then so too can whoever had ended up with the treasures besides. Though honestly it would be a waste. Everything from the suit to the color of the stone on these cufflinks he had chosen specifically with Lancelot in mind.

Upon reaching his front step, Jean-Claude casually rings the bell. He'd like to talk, if he could. Despite his fun with gifts, there is business to attend to. He is sorry for the things that were done with him. He knows that being a vampire, knowing him, showing up on his step like this, it will make him automatically suspicious. He would like to think that they are still allies, in some manner of the word. Though he has to say, he's enjoying the way he has managed to work his way under the other man's skin.

Jean-Claude has made the arrangements for the pair of them to meet again. He must say, it took some work, tracking down a way of contacting the other man. But the fae are not all immune to his charms and he is not asking for much. Simply for a message to be passed along. He is looking for the Lord of Autumn. And he would meet with him at his club, if there is the time for it. (He passes out a handful of business cards, just in case there is any doubt who he is or where he works).

And then he waits. That is the problem with such indirect methods of communication after all, without a call from the man himself Jean-Claude must simply rely on the thought that someone should pass the message on. And with Islington at the standing that it is... He supposes he's lucky they hadn't shot him on sight, really. He sits at the edge of the bar and swirls his wine in his glass, surveying the crowd for the evening. The liquid having remained untouched the whole evening.

The pieces are in motion. Jean-Claude knows that he has sat idle long enough. Evie will speak with Hillingdon if she can, to attempt to if not earn their favor then at least their pardon. And while Eames might not represent the entirety of the fae, they seem to have struck something of a deal between them as well. The last piece in the puzzle that remains is Sylvia Redbright, and the people she speaks for. Jean-Claude knows that they'll never have a chance winning her over, not while Raymond is in power. So he stops trying. Sometimes drastic times call for drastic measures.

So he sends out an alert, through the grape vine, through word of mouth, trusting only those closest to him and his cause with the news and the opportunity to spread it. They are to try again for Southwark. This time, there is to be no duel. Come what may, they will have their victory. (He needs it, if he is to win favor with Harris. Favor that he desperately needs if he wants any chance of usurping him...)

Anyone who has questions may come and direct them to Jean-Claude himself. And for the rest? Prepare for that Saturday night of the weekend to come.

Edited 2016-10-10 22:51 (UTC)

They strike in the dead of the night. Jean-Claude was strategic this time -- he is not looking to make a display, after all, he is looking to win. And while Lancelot may have known that they are planning something, he had not know when, or where, or how. By the dawn of the next day, Jean-Claude has infested the territory with vampires and turned what witches who had settled in the few months they had claimed the territory out into the streets beyond. No doubt it still is not the victory that Harris would have liked, but it is a victory nonetheless, and it should earn his favor. Overall, Jean-Claude is pleased about it.

Pleased enough that he decides a celebration is in order. No one has died. Almost no blood has been spilt. Jean-Claude clasps his hands together, gathering the attention of all there gathered and makes a decision on the spot.

"With dawn approaching, many of you must go to ground in a few hours. But tonight is ours! Let us celebrate this victory together! Let us gather together tonight at sundown at the Angelo!" He realizes that volunteering Cesare's establishment without his consent is possibly less than ideal, but he can hardly hold such an affair at Guilty Pleasures. He does know when an action might be in poor taste after all. He will just hope that the other vampire can understand his reasoning and be accommodating. If not, he will have a lot of grumpy vampires on his hands.

He will handle that later though, for now he is there to approach for conversation, in case there is anything to address that might be better said sooner rather than later.

Jean-Claude has at least had the decency to call ahead this time before dropping by, which is hardly as much as he offered Lancelot. Of course, Jean-Claude has a feeling that Lancelot will forgive him more than Cesare might for such a fault, and while the other man just might be cross, Cesare could actually pose a threat should he upset him.

He needs to speak with him though. Firstly about the immediate matter of the club. Secondly, and less immediately, he needs to feel out his stance on Raymond Harris. He knows that the other vampire has supported their leader, but he hardly believes that was done out of loyalty to Harris himself. From their previous acquaintances, Jean-Claude knows full well that Cesare's only loyalties are to himself. And that's what troubles him. He needs to reassure himself that he will not be at threat from the other vampire, should he make a move on Harris, for Cesare is one of the sole powerful vampires in the city who remains a political mystery to him. And he needs to move him out of the way if that is so.

Stepping into the front lobby of the Angelo, Jean-Claude glances around warily. It has been a long night, and it will be an even longer day with another long night to follow, though he does not let his exhaustion show. He cannot afford such a weakness. "Mon ami, are you there?" he calls out.

He has managed to weasel the space out of Cesare one way or the other -- perhaps with promises of grandeur, perhaps with a rather large check written discretely on the side. Regardless he has managed to procure their gathering a private room. Unlike Raymond's gathering before, there will be no public feeding at this party. Though Jean-Claude does not discourage feeding itself. He merely wants to be respectful of Cesare's bar and the fact that the better part of it is still open to the public on such a night as this.

Guests are welcome, of course. Those who had not participated in the siege, accompanying a vampire who had done so or not. He does however have one of his Guilty Pleasures bouncers (called in from his night off) staged discretely by the door to let them in as they come. And to see any saboteurs off before they may ruin this gathering.

For that is what it is, of course. A gathering of minds. Probably the first of its kind, all of Jean-Claude's supporters all together, all of those carefully collected and gathered at his side to stand strong against Raymond Harris. The first time they are gathered together themselves without a battle in the midst. They are able to speak as freely as they might ever do in such a public place with so many people. There are drinks at their own private bar, and other refreshments if they so desire but they are vampires for the most part so of course the selections are rather sparse.

The message overall however is clear. Tonight, we celebrate who we are. We celebrate our unity. For the time when we must take a stand is fast approaching and who knows what the future may bring. So let us enjoy ourselves while we are able.

Jean-Claude, for his part, has claimed a standing table on the edge of the room and is nursing a glass of deep red wine that is more for the aesthetic than anything else. He is dressed tonight in his usual leather pants and thigh-high boots, white linen shirt with laced collar and cuffs left mostly open to expose the smooth, pale line of his chest. Accompanied by a sapphire blue overcoat, tonight. To accentuate his eyes. His hair is immaculate as always, in luxuriant curls draping about his face and shoulders. He looks every bit the perfect portrait that he desires. It is only those who know him that might see the strain here and there, in the flash of his eye, in the set of his shoulders -- a little too straight and posed to be natural. It is too bad that there are probably few who would be able to pick that out these days.

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[CLOSED TO LANCELOT]

[CLOSED TO EAMES]

[OPEN] PLANNING FOR THE CLAIM

[OPEN] AFTERMATH OF THE CLAIM

[CLOSED TO CESARE]

[OPEN] CELEBRATING THE VICTORY