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[ghoulaid]

#1 NETFLIX AND NO MORE CHILL (FOR PARTY / march 16th)
Ghoul doesn't have a ton of regular contacts around London, so who knows if anyone has even noticed his absence. He'd up and vanished on the 13th. Just disappeared from the face of the planet. But now, days later and in the middle of the night, he turns up on Party's doorstep.

And maybe not looking so great. He's hardly dressed for a chilly night, which would explain why he's got his arms wrapped around himself and his teeth are chattering. The boots are all right but there's not a jacket in sight, and the tatty ringer tee and skinny jeans aren't doing much to conserve the warmth in 40 degrees. It's the same outfit he'd put on back on Monday, in fact, but hell, who's checking. His hair is a limp mess, there are dark circles under his eyes, and he smells vaguely of mildew and stress-sweat. What a gross stray.

"Can I stay here?" He's spent enough time at the mill lately, thanks much.



#2 STICKER SHOCK (OTA / late march, various locations)
The wolves are up to a bunch of ignorant bullshit again. This time, it's a continuation of stealth testing. With a little less breaking and entering this go-around, because last time that hadn't worked out so well for Party.

Both of them are armed with sticker sheets, all in the name of friendly competition. The goal is to plant a sticker on an unsuspecting victim's back. Whoever manages to land the most stickers without being caught wins.

And everyone is fair game.

( for this prompt, specify in your subject header whether you'd like a sticker drive-by from GHOUL, PARTY, or EITHER! )



#3 THE SPRITES OF WRATH (FOR EAMES / late march sticker run)
The sticker exercise is going pretty well, actually, and it's even more fun than he thought it'd be. When he sees Eames in the distance on some random street, however, he gets a god damned brilliant idea.

He turns to grab Party, giving him a little shake. "Wait, wait, fuck the score, we're doin' a sudden-death thing right now." He points at Eames, explaining the terms as, "Whoever gets one on that motherfucker wins it, hands down. You try first." And with a grin, he shoves Party forward.

He ain't gonna get it.

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[falsify]

As a grown adult with a lot on his plate, Eames is a busy man. A busy man who'd very much like to get his errands done and out of the way because there's someone in town for the week who he'd like to see.

He's also got a pair of sprites flanking him, which would probably look totally ludicrous if they weren't hidden by the good grace of invisibility spells. (Personally he'd rather a cat sidhe or a redcap if this is supposed to be his protection, but one shouldn't underestimate a sprite's ability to fuck someone the hell up just because the can sit in the palm of your hand.) But as far as anyone can tell Eames is just some guy, walking down the street, checking his phone to see what he planned to do next today.

Easy, right?

[injectablefame]

Party's eyes narrow in on Eames and almost gives a moment's thought to consequences, but he's really not one for over-thinking things. Life's too short for worrying about a Fae beat-down and besides Eames doesn't seem like the instant beat-down type. Probably. Hopefully.

He nods at Ghoul, pulling a black beanie out of his jacket pocket to camouflage his hair. It's ninja time.

Edging closer on his toes, Party manages to keep pretty quiet as he approaches Eames, armed only with dark clothes and a sticker of a fat cartoon corgi. Really, if he can get the sticker on Eames, he'll be doing him a favor. Everyone likes dogs!

[falsify]

Maybe one could say something about centuries of experience making Eames hard to sneak up on. Blather on about all that stuff he's learned that makes him hyper aware of his surroundings, but the truth is Eames doesn't have to do shit in this situation. Party basically gets close enough for them to confirm he's following Eames before he's knocked on his ass by an invisible wave of force.

Sorry buddy.

2-- either

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy had been raised to be a thief. She was light on her feet, gifted in the art misdirection. But being raised a thief also meant her spacial awareness was top-notch, and she could tell the instant someone started in toward her.

At the last moment, she stepped to the side and turned toward the young man that had tried to...

"I'm beg your pardon- is that a sticker?"

[ghoulaid]

God fucking damnit! But he was so close!

He freezes in place the instant he's been caught, stretched out all stupidly; exactly how he'd been mid-reach, with a sticker attached to his fingertip. He's a little wide-eyed before he recovers and relaxes in to a more natural stance. "Actually, it's a fuckin' stegosaurus." He twists his wrist so she can see.

Yes. Yes, it is a sticker. Of, indeed, a cartoony stegosaurus. In colors that no dinosaur could ever realistically be.

[stauncherhearted]

"Still a sticker," she points out, crossing her arms.

"D'you want to explain to me why you were trying to stick that thing on me?" She doesn't mind stickers. She's just really curious as to why someone was trying to be ultra-stealth about it.

[injectablefame]

After all the craziness in Bromley, Party had come back to retreat into his art. There are a few new pieces around that are abstract, but violent in their feel and one ripped canvas in the corner. Maybe he should have noticed that something had been up with Ghoul, but he really hadn't been in the right mindset to do anything but retreat here.

His eye widen as he takes in Ghoul. Sure, Party's usually not the most warm or cleanly dressed, but this is new. He tugs Ghoul in by the shoulder and closes the door with a quick nod.

"The fuck happened to you?" As he waits for an answer, he grabs a worn sweater from the back of a chair and crowds into Ghoul's space to try to put it on him.

[ghoulaid]

Thank fuck.

He lets himself be pulled in without any resistance, though he is moving oddly. Kind of hunched a bit and stiffly, which is even more apparent when he unfolds his arms and tries to slip them through the sleeves of Party's sweater. Once the team effort succeeds he sighs contentedly, huddling in to it and shuffling further inside the apartment.

"Nothin'. Got in trouble with Katherine." The explanation pretty much ends there, then he's kicking his boots off and crawling in to Party's bed. Because fuck you, that's why. There are blankets there, which he immediately burrows under, and it's a soft-ish place where he can stretch out, which he does with some difficulty and a couple of muffled ows. Being crunched up in a tiny space for days seizes up muscles something awful, apparently.

0/10, would not recommend.

[injectablefame]

Party makes a sympathetic noise in his throat and follows after Ghoul, crawling onto the bed without really thinking much of it. He's always been tactile by nature, even before he'd become a wolf, and that's no different now.

Instead of saying anything, he lies down next to Ghoul and waits for him to finish stretching, one hand going to rest on Ghoul's shoulder. Kathrine's their Alpha, but Ghoul's pack and Party wants to take care of him if he can.

2 - either

[constantprisoner]

"Do I even want to know what you're doing?"

Sirius had just been minding his own business, casually windows shopping as he wandered around town, contemplating his next meal, the usual things. He did get that sense that someone was behind him and turned around quickly.

Admittedly, he was honestly curious.

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul sighs after Sirius whips around on him, shoulders slumping. "Practicing." The answer is full of disappointment, because damn, he hadn't gotten close enough to even try to stick Sirius. Stupid dog and his stupid nose. Ugh. Maybe Party hadn't been watching that one...

He huffs and rolls up his sticker sheet, taunting him with, "I was gonna use one of my favorite ones on you, but now I'm not gonna. You don't get nothin' now." So how about that.

[constantprisoner]

"It's a heavy loss, but I think I'll be able to bear the burden," Sirius responds with a decent amount of drama. He even throws in a sigh, as a flourish.

But he recovers quickly.

"Practicing what?"

2 • either!

[industria]

Well, you know. Maybe it's right that Allison Argent's first official contact with London werewolves is feeling the brush of someone's hand on her back. It's a faint touch, something someone else might ignore. But not Allison, of course. She's always on alert, even on her way back to her room with a big thermos of coffee in hand.

Thankfully it doesn't spill when she whips around instantly.

"Hey!"

[injectablefame]

Party thinks he's being the stealthiest ninja in the land, but Party's perceptions are often only about 70% accurate at the best of times, so when Allison turns around, she's met with a black leather jacket and greasy red hair and an incredibly sheepish smile. He doesn't even manage to get his hand down, though the little pug sticker has decided to make a grand escape on her clothes, so he's pretty sure he deserves half credit for this attempt.

"Hi." He straightens up and waves awkwardly.

[industria]

There are stranger things, she supposes as she reaches behind and pulls the pug sticker off her olive green parka. And she looks at him with a furrowed brow, a bemused grin threatening to tug at her lips.

"Is there a reason for this or are you spreading dog awareness or what?" she asks, not crumbling the sticker but putting it on her thermos instead. Much better.

2 (either!)

[bellbound]

It so happens that Mogget catches the wolves targeting some other unsuspecting soul walking their dog in a park. He's watching the park's visitors from atop a sculpture, safe from the annoying humans and their pets and only occasionally annoyed by a gull coming in to land. His eyes are naturally drawn to anything supernatural and it takes him a moment to work out what they're trying to do.

Is this some silly game? Are they practising sneaking up on people? He snorts softly under his breath. He would have imagined that these two ought to have their tails firmly between their legs by now. Katherine would have heard about their antics in Bromley. She's got a lot of making up to do.

[ghoulaid]

It's Party's turn to have a go.

Ghoul backs off, hanging out near some kind of statue-thing and watching with a grin. He only looks up when he hears a bird flapping about, and his face immediately falls when he spots what's perched on top of of the sculpture. A white cat. He's beginning to suspect he's allergic to the sight of white cats.

It may be a perfectly ordinary one, but that doesn't stop him from crossing his arms and glaring at it.

[bellbound]

The cat stares back, unblinking, as cats tend to do. The giveaway is Mogget's red leather collar with its distinctive silver bell.

...The other giveaway being when he opens his mouth and speaks. "Is this what they call community service?"

2 - Either

[roddy_reinigen]

Rats, by nature, were very difficult to sneak up on. They were prey animals, used to everything and anything trying to eat them, and so very alert to their surroundings. And that was why, when he smelled the distinct smell of wolf and felt a slight pressure on his back, Roddy jumped and turned around.

"Oh." He knew that face. "Hi."

[injectablefame]

"Hi." Party straightened up and gave Roddy the most innocent look to end all innocent looks, hands behind his back. "How's it goin'? Seen any good dogs around?"

And then he produced a round little Pomeranian sticker from behind his back and he reached forward to boop it onto Roddy's nose. It matched the one that's stuck to Roddy's back.

[roddy_reinigen]

Roddy stared. And blinked. He didn't, however, make any move to stop Party from sticking it on his nose. After a moment he pulled it off and looked at it.

"Well, aside from this sticker, and possibly whatever's on my back, there was a hilarious run in with a werewolf and a Chihuahua a few months back," he said. "Although I have seen a wolf of questionable levels of goodness very recently. So what's with the stickers?"

#2 (EITHER)

[knowntohisfriends]

The Dodger, if he'd noticed what was going on, would be demanding a sticker sheet of his own. That being said, he wasn't paying as much attention as usual because he was a bit preoccupied with a mark of his own. They were standing a bit too solidly and the Dodger was becoming of the opinion that they had cottoned on. Now it was just a case of making his leave at the right time, and that bore careful judgement.

[ghoulaid]

Or maybe all it takes is a stupid wolf painstakingly attaching a sticker to his clothing.

Ghoul thinks he's got this in the bag. He even picks a spot where there's generally looser clothing- his side, or something of the like. He gets the sticker attached, and starts to slowly, carefully back away... Holy shit, holy shit, he so has this one.

Sticker Shock - Ghoul

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl was distracted by the little girl in his arms, somewhere around four and finally starting to use the many words she'd been learning the past month as he walked her slowly down a street filled with people and bright, colorful shops. She was pointing at things and asking what they were. Waiting all of half a second for his answer before picking something new.

All in all, he made a perfect target. Save for that little girl in his arms who caught sight of Ghoul just before the sticker was supposed to land and she pointed behind him and asked "What's that?". All with enough time for Daryl to turn and get a good look at the jerk right as the sticker got stuck to his sleeve.

"An asshole," Daryl answered flatly.

[ghoulaid]

He's almost got it, then he makes eye contact with the little girl and freezes. And, of course, she goes right ahead and calls him out, but that doesn't stop him from spitefully shoving the sticker on to Daryl's sleeve anyway. Ghoul doesn't look thrilled that he's lost another point, but hell, he can't bring himself to be mad at a kid.

Doesn't mean Daryl's safe. "Hah. You're real funny." His comment is just as flat. Much as he'd like to include some swearing, he knows better than to curse a whole bunch in front of a child. Even if Daryl just did it...

Still, he's not smart enough to refrain from flipping him off. As if the girl doesn't have eyes and can't see it. When he addresses her directly, though, he's all rude-gesture-free and pleasant. "You talkin' about these?" He holds up the sticker sheet about half-full of colorful dinosaurs. "Just some stickers. You want one?"