[OPEN] MURDER ON THE DANCEFLOOR

[baisant]

The Duke of Central London's Samhain festivities are open upon invitation only. Those who are fortunate enough to have received one, either from the Duke himself or from one of his guests, are privy to quite the affair. Raymond has obviously been planning this for some time now, and the bar is fully stocked, the room fully decorated for the festivities. Collected from the fae hunt that their leader had encouraged, fae blood flows freely, available freshly served in punch bowls or straight from the source itself, in the form of kidnapped fae off of the streets. The vampires who partake are drunk with it and high on the euphoria that it offers, a drug unlike any other their kind can partake in.

As promised by Raymond himself, it is a rave the likes that London has never seen before. And it's about to get a lot more memorable still...

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[dredefulchilde]

"Well, we can only hope that is true," Joscelin agrees. "For all of our sakes."

Because Natasha had picked a side. Despite her other allegiances and suicidal aversion to blood, Natasha had thrown in her lot with Jean-Claude's partisans and the old status quo.

"Why did you come here tonight? Besides the obvious, of course. You say that you are uninterested in joining the Nest, and yet whenever there is trouble here you are not far behind."

[outstandingbalance]

"I weighed my options and made what I thought was the best call. Believe it or not, most folks don't as you if you're actually part of a nest when they see a vampire." She says it flatly, as though that's all there was to it. Natasha doesn't try to make moral arguments for what she's doing. Not just because she doesn't believe they'll impress her audience, but also because she doesn't feel right with them. Her lips twitch though as she does consider who she's talking to. It's almost a smile. "Somehow, I think you would believe this."

She sighs then, softly. "It's best for me if the Nest is on good terms with the rest of the community. Not really that complicated."

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin looks over at Jean-Claude, who is receiving congratulations from other members of their faction. He gestures to the scene. "Jean-Claude agrees with you. You could join us, you know. You might even be welcomed. You could be our liason between Islington and Redbright, if you wanted."

[outstandingbalance]

Following with her eyes, Natasha answers more softly. "I'd be lying if I said it hasn't occurred to me." Considering Redbright's actions and the difficulty being a long vampire, the arguments in favor of it weren't flimsy. "But as long as I'm on the wagon, seems like a bad idea."

[dredefulchilde]

"I imagine there will still be a place for you here, no matter what you decide." Joscelin sounds almost kind, uncharacteristically so. "Jean-Claude is soft that way."

Redbright is a flash in the pan; its control over the Night Council can only last as long as its human players. The Nest will outlive them all.

"You have skill. It's wasted on the witches."

[outstandingbalance]

Natasha's glance his direction is cautious, not sure how to take his response. It's far more complimentary than she would expect from him. Not untrue, though. Neither part.

"I'd to think we have a mutual understanding on that score." Even if she didn't take a place in the Nest, she could still have a place as his ally.

Besides that... they all have time.

"The witches won't have it forever."