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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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Sometimes Party strikes Ghoul as more of a clingy cat than a dog, yet he doesn't seem to mind. This is infinitely better than a damp cage somewhere in the dark. Safer. Puts his mind at ease, so why make a fuss over it?

The nosy question might call for a little fuss, though. He groans and drops the remote for the time being, turning his head and smushing his face in to the mattress. No, he doesn't want to tell.

But he will. Even if it sounds like he's talking around a mouthful of cotton. "Some shit. Broke some salt circles in Bromley... Then one of the fae hurt a witch, busted out, and I let her run off. Fuckin' whatever." When he lifts his head to take a proper breath, his voice is clearer. "God damn Mogget saw."

Party hums. "You gotta learn to pretend better. I let a lot of people go, but I played like I was fightin' 'em with more than I was. I ain't gonna put people in fuckin' cages like they're animals."

He doesn't want to be anyone's attack dog. Unless the witches start to help them get their own terf back, he's going to have a serious problem with this arrangement.

"I don't trust the witches. If they see the Fae as animals, how d'you think they see us?"

"Right?!" Finally, somebody gets it. The fact that the support came attached to an insult against his playing-pretend skills doesn't go unnoticed, but Ghould decides to focus on the positives, wriggling around all excited-like as he glances back at Party. Sort of. It's hard, okay, the angle is weird. "That's what I said! Who seriously thinks that's a solid idea, ever?" The witches, evidently.

Party's on to something there, too. Ghoul doesn't trust them worth a damn at the moment either. "Fuckin' creeps ain't concerned with us. They figure they already got us leashed, and they do. Katherine's still in their pocket." She has her reasons and her own interests to protect, which he knows, but he can't help sounding disappointed. With a huff, he rests his head back down on the bed. "So don't do nothin' stupid for a while. She'll throw your ass in the dungeon too."

"I'll be good if you will." Draping himself on Ghoul is officially turning into cuddling and Party's really not sorry and may or may not totally snuffle like a puppy. Knowing that he's got a packmate on the same page as him is at least a step in the right direction. They should avoid getting in trouble for now for sure, but they shouldn't ignore what's happening, either. They'll just have to figure out their next move together.

"We gotta watch out for the pack of Katherine ain't gonna do it herself. Gotta watch out for her, too."

The way his ugh sound comes out says it all; he's not great at trying to be good. "I'll see what I can do, I guess."

There's something sulky about the way he reaches up and pushes a button on the remote, putting on a movie he's seen at least a thousand times already. It's just quiet background noise, some horror-comedy that he likes and doesn't have to think too hard about, although he's not even paying attention as it plays. He's quiet and spacey, chewing harshly at a chapped bit of skin on his bottom lip while he thinks.

He does a bit of squirming and drags his arm in again a bit later, pulling more blanket towards himself so he can crush the bundle of it against his chest. Party's arm is tangled up in there somewhere too, but that's his own personal problem, not Ghoul's. "You think they're gonna try to bind her sometime too? Like a familiar? Can they do that?" It'd be smart, if it were possible... Probably what he'd do, if he were Samantha.

Party's content to get all wrapped up with Ghoul for now. He doesn't feel trapped or anything here, not in his space with someone he's started to trust.

"Dunno what they can do, but I wouldn't put it past them. Barely see 'em as human with the kinda shit they're pullin' these days. It ain't 'bout their nature, either. They're makin' a conscious decision to do what they're doin' and the minute they turn it on us, they're gonna see that we ain't human, either." Party honestly wouldn't mind being set loose on them on a full moon if he's honest.

Ghoul doesn't say anything, just breathes out a quiet, mean-sounding little laugh. The day the witches push the wolves too far will be a complete shitshow, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to it a little bit.

He really doesn't want that fight to be instigated by them messing with their alpha in some way, though. He may be in deep water with her at the moment, but he doesn't want to see her harmed or trapped against her will. Especially not when she holds influence over the whole pack. There's a long pause, and when he does finally talk again it comes out all mumbled and sleepy, yet determined all the same. "We gotta get somethin' for her later, okay? Somethin', like, anti-witch. Magic repellent." Fuck if he knows whether anything like that exists or where to find it, but he's decided it's needed. Just in case.

"Wonder if the Fae could help." Not that he's really sure if they even would help after they had a bunch of werewolves in their space trying to take it and help the witches trap them. "Don't really know shit 'bout any magic on my own."

Maybe he could ask Eames. The man seems reasonable enough to say no without stabbing Party, at least. What else can he ask for?

He hums in thought. They probably could help, but it's risky. And if Samantha senses some sort of fae-item on Katherine, it might piss her off even more... which would be great, in Ghoul's opinion, but not productive. He shakes his head a little. "Don't go lookin' for somethin' from the fae yet. Ain't safe. I'll fuckin' beat you up."