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#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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Fat puppies. Nancy can't help but she starts to giggle, covering her mouth with her hand. "Fat puppies? Oh adorable. I should have chosen his team." She winks at him, though.

"Keep them distracted. Always combine one touch with another, to keep their eyes off the obvious."

Ghoul pulls off a pretty decent hurt expression. It doesn't last long enough to be believable, because she soon confuses him with her tip. "You want their attention?" He's about as skeptical as skeptical could possibly get, even if she does maybe know what she's talking about...

It makes sense, he supposes, but it seems like it would make things so much harder.

"Sort of. Here, put this on your wrist, alright?" She carefully undoes the clasp on her watch and gives it over to him. "You run with this, I'm going to hex you to next week." Just a soft little warning. The watch was important to her, a gift from her brothers. Well, from Dodger, mostly.

Once the watch was on his wrist, she reaches one hand out as if to shake his hand. "Hi, I'm Nancy- lovely to meet you- what did you say your name was, again?" As she shakes his hand, she brings her other hand up to undo the clasp without him noticing. His attention should be on the hand that was shaking his.

When the handshake is done, she pulls back, waits a moment, and holds up the watch.

He answers her threat with a short, quiet laugh. Not because he doesn't believe her, though.

He's in the middle of looking over the watch (it's not really his style, anyway, so of course it's safe) when she starts up the handshake routine, and he almost falls right in to it as if it were a normal conversation. "I-" -Wait a minute, that wasn't a real question. Puzzled, he glances down at his bare wrist and then up at her again, and oh, look, she has the watch again. Does it always happen that fast...?

"God damn, Nancy." He's pretty impressed, although soon his expression falls a bit and he's squinting suspiciously at her. Hopefully she doesn't take too much offense to him giving his pockets a quick pat-down. It's not like he has anything important or valuable in the first place, but still. She's a sly little shit. "Don't you ever get, like, performance anxiety with 'em lookin' at you like that?"

She's not offended. She's a born pick-pocket. But now she also knows where he keeps his important things, so if she wanted to go for his wallet, she had a specific target in mind, now.

But she doesn't. She's got a real job now. And she stole that lady's wallet, earlier.

She shrugs his reaction off. "No, never been allowed to get it. You hesitate, you get caught."

Good on her for having her life in order, because stealing from Ghoul is a lost cause. Not a damn thing of actual monetary value...

Her answer has him looking thoughtful all of a sudden. Maybe that's his problem, then. He's not too timid to cause a scene, but he'd assumed caution would be the way to go here. Move slowly, sneak carefully. The hesitation is possibly what's fucking him over. "Kay, I think I got it down. Just get in there and do it, yeah?" That isn't going to backfire at all. "I'll do you proud, Nance."

...Wait. "Are you even Nancy for real?"

"Exactly. So just go out there and do it." She grins, crossing her arms to take a step back and watch him work.

Until he cottons on to something about her.

She grins. "Yeah, that's my name, for real." She puts her watch back on carefully.