[Meatball Parade on loop for 10 hours]

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Catchall for Eames to keep clutter to a minimum! As always, PM or PP to chat it up, or just throw a starter down I'm probably amenable.

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Unfortunately, sometimes one doesn't always have much of a say in whether they become a Lord or not. Not without drawing the ire of the court anyway. This seemed like the lesser evil.

Either way, there's now a cat standing on his table. Samantha's familiar, if he's not mistaken. He raises an eyebrow at the cat and leans on an elbow with a sigh. "Was it that obvious?"

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Yes. Yes, it was that obvious. Mogget does a cat stretch, from his shoulders all the way to his hind paws. Then he sits with his tail curled neatly around his paws.

"I'm afraid your day is about to get worse. I have a message to deliver."

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"I should've bought a stronger drink."

He just wants to go home and lay down with his dog, why must the world conspire against him this way. It's like endlessly having an ice cream cone smacked out of his hands just as the truck drives away.

"From your mistress, I presume?"

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"The one and only." She's very different to Sylvia, he can say that for sure. He wouldn't be here if Sylvia were calling the shots. As will be apparent in Samantha's message. "The Mother of Witches would like to offer you and all fae dwelling in London an amnesty. You may choose to use your powers for good and serve the supernatural community in this world, under the guidance and supervision of the witches. Or you can go back to the Other Realm and never return. Stay and serve, or leave. There is no third option. You have until the next full moon."

He pauses for a moment, letting his words hang in the air, and then starts to clean his whiskers as if he had just read out a grocery list. In truth Mogget knows exactly how challenging (and, in his opinion, stupid) this ultimatum is. But in the end it's not up to him, is it? He's just the messenger.

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Wow. That's a bold new take on things. Eames narrows his eyes at Mogget for a moment, eyebrows furrowed as he mentally confirms he heard that right, and then the laughter bubbles out of him suddenly. Like being caught off-guard by a clever joke.

"She knows what the response is going to be." There's no doubt in his mind of what she's doing-- courting a fight to justify controlling them by force. Suppose he'll just have to consider his hand forced.

"Why bother with this offer at all? Just to say she tried?"

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He hears the disbelief in Eames' laugh. He's not surprised. The cat shrugs.

"Does it matter? If you would kindly give your response, then we can both be on our way."

He's got a task to complete and frankly that's all he cares about. He's been in this beer-smelling bar for far too long.

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"I suppose 'go fuck yourself' is a little much." Though it really is the response he wants to give officially.

"I suppose I'd like to say I regret that we couldn't agree on things, but regardless of what the truth is, my answer is no."

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"Shame," Mogget says, though he doesn't sound at all cut up about it. It's the response he expected. "Well, I'll relay your message. Enjoy your freedom while you still can."

The cat stands, picking his way over to the edge of the table so that he can jump down. He's not bitter or anything. Just realistic.