NOVEMBER CATCH-UP

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[All those threads we meant to do during November and then never started. PM or PP FiremanSam if you want something backdated for this month.]

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"Doesn't matter. Support from the vampires and wolves is worth shit all to us at the moment." If a bunch of humans felt like cobbling together and coming to their aid, it may help, but that's not about to happen. Either way, they're gonna have to think of some other way around.

"The current Witch's rep owes me a favour, the witch sitting in the former vampire seat is something of a bleeding heart, and the Shifter's contempt for witches is a relatively open secret." Eames tips his head, quiet save a soft thanks when their drinks are brought back, and then he frowns as he picks up his glass. "We just need to get the seat, they don't need to like us being there."

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"It would be nice if it could stick, however," Finnick says, swirling the wine in his glass idly. He much prefers the idea of doing more work now to do less later, and he doesn't want to help get this seat set up only to find out they have to defend it ten, twenty, or fifty years down the line.

In any case it's going to take some work to get it there at all. A sly smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he looks at Eames over the rim of his glass.

"Do you want me to talk to someone? I can be quite persuasive if I put my mind to it."

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Eames ducks his head in silent amusement, considering the question for a moment. Judging where Finnick is best placed, it's tough considering the contempt all of them hold for the fae. But Finnick's a people person, or at least he pretends to be one convincingly enough, he can make it work.

"Diphylleia," Eames answers, "I think you'll be able to tug on her heartstrings better than me."

[thelittlemerman]

The name sounds familiar. He knows she's on the Night Council, at least, but he never pays much attention to what people do unless it's relevant to him at the time.

"She's a witch, right?" he asks, trying to look for more information without outright asking for it.

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Eames nods as confirmation, "former Vice President, currently sitting in the former vampire seat as treasurer." He leans back, frowning a little in thought, "I don't know her personal feelings on us, but it's probably safe to assume they're not positive."

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"I can make her feel positively enough about me," Finnick says with a shrug. "Is there anything specific we want from her or do I have the nearly impossible task of changing her entire opinion on the fae?"

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He shakes his head, leaning forward to reach for his drink with a soft sigh, "you don't need to change her opinion on us." That's a mammoth feat neither of them is going to accomplish, "play her sympathies-- make her question the oligarchy."

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He narrows his eyes at Eames across the table, idly swirling his drink. "Do you think that'll be enough? For it to matter when the time comes?"

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"It's gonna have to be," Eames shrugs a shoulder and sighs heavily, "all else fails, we could try blackmail, but I'd much rather be as legitimate as possible."

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Finnick looks out at the club as if he's thinking that their surroundings tell a different story. He understands the idea, though. Blackmail leaves a trail whether you want it to or not. Simply charming a member of the council isn't against any laws.

"I'll do what I can," he says at last. "How should we set this up?"

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"I could look into her favourite kind of food, book a table for the two of you in the city-- It's as close to neutral territory as we're going to get." He floats it as a suggestion, rather than a definite. If Finnick has any better ideas, Eames is more than willing to hear them, but a free and excellent meal makes most people extremely amenable.