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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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"No." Who does this hairball think he is.

Ghoul keeps his eyes on his hands as he picks at his nails. "I don't like you enough to play messenger. That's your job anyway, ain't it?" Well, now he's just being intentionally mean.

Yes, that is his job. He stretches out one hind paw, then the other, flexing his claws.

"Now that you mention it... You can tell Katherine that your antics have cost her a moonlight ring. The Mother isn't going to make them for a pack that has proven to be unreliable."

Okay, that gets him to look up. "What?" He totally doesn't look worried. Not in the least. That weird look on his face is just, like, the sun in his eyes. For sure. "I ain't tellin' her that shit!" She might very well take that out on him, too. No thanks.

"Why wouldn't she do it for the ones who did right? She's already fuckin' up by treatin' us like we're dumb attack dogs, this carrot-dangling shit's only gonna make it to where nobody wants to work with her anymore." Maybe...

Or it'll just make them all want to tear Ghoul a new asshole.

Now he's stretching out his front paws. "Why?" the cat asks. "You were all supposed to work with us and you didn't. I don't think she's the compromising type."

He knows she's not, as a matter of fact. There's far too much all or nothing where Samantha is concerned.

"You still don't get it? Shit went bad 'cause we were supposed to be there for protection, not for kidnapping." He narrows his eyes and reaches up, swatting at one of Mogget's front paws while he flexes it. Aloof little bastard.

"If she ain't gonna compromise, she can at least be honest about what she wants instead of tryin' to be all sly about it. The fuck does she wanna trap all the fae for, anyway? They kick her last kitty cat or somethin'?"

He withdraws his paw almost lazily, confident that Ghoul can't reach him up here. Well, he could climb or jump up if he really wanted, but that would give Mogget time to escape.

He shakes his head. "Surely you've heard of a witch's familiar. Cats and broomsticks, that sort of thing. Childish stories but even old wives' tales have an inkling of truth... The power of the fae can complement a witch's magic, if she knows how to use it."

He could jump or climb, but he won't. Being made fun of by a cat would be too much for him today. "Yeah, and what if she doesn't know how? The witches here can't even handle a couple fae without usin' a ton of shitty spells, salt, and wolves. How the fuck're they supposed to control a bunch of familiars that don't wanna be bothered?"

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head as well. "Fuckin' stupid."

It's true the witches have a long way to go. Bromley taught them that. Mogget miaows at the wolf, apparently amused. "It's no use telling me. Say it to Samantha if you're so concerned."

She's sure to take it well.

"I woulda, if she'd been there," he grumps. It would've been a great time, but now? Nah. Lots of nah. He can only imagine the smarmy look she'd have on her face if he tried to talk to her now. Ugh. She'd likely have some annoying shit to say, if she's spiteful enough to punish a whole pack over a couple of bad eggs.

"She doesn't like to make herself available, does she? So I can't. Guess you're gonna have to mouth off to her for me. She ain't gonna do anything to you, she needs you." ...Probably?

Oh, he's even more amused now. "Do you really want me to pass on that message? Word for word?"

Because he can and he's only the messenger, Samantha won't take it out him. Guess who she will take it out on.

Ummm. Word for word...? "Maybe. Which part?" Ghoul suddenly sounds a little unsure. On one hand, she might have a meltdown if she gets called fucking stupid, even if indirectly.

On the other hand, Samantha being called fucking stupid by a cat has the potential to be extremely hilarious.

He recites it word for word: "The witches here can't even handle a couple fae without usin' a ton of shitty spells, salt, and wolves. How the fuck're they supposed to control a bunch of familiars that don't wanna be bothered? Fuckin' stupid."

Yes, he even imitates the accent. It's quite something. He finishes his little speech and then immediately cleans his whiskers, as if he needs to wash after spouting all that filthy drivel. Still, it would be rather entertaining to say this to Samantha's face...

Ghoul just blinks, stunned for a moment before he suddenly laughs loudly. He hadn't expected him to say it in the exactly the same way, but he appreciates the fact that Mogget has gone above and beyond. That's gold. "Y'know what, fuck it. Do it, but you gotta say it just like that. She's s'posed to know how the commoners feel, yeah?" Is it a bad idea? Definitely, but he's sure he's on her bad side already anyway.

He grins, and it slowly fades as he sighs. "Not like she's gonna change her mind. Still. I think it's fuckin' funny, whatever."

"Your wish is my command."

There's an arch tone to his voice, but maybe a hint of playfulness too. He suspects this will backfire on the wolves, but that's Ghoul's poor decision, not his.

Agreement made, Mogget jumps down from the statue. He's off to report back to Samantha.

This is why Ghoul shouldn't be allowed to make decisions in the first place. Samantha will probably turn him in to a rug within the next two months.

As Mogget jumps down, Ghoul's struck by another brilliant idea. As soon as his paws hit the ground, he half-hollers, "Wait!" and makes his move. He can be pretty fast when he wants to be- he steps in and swoops down, having produced a single sticker which he then attempts to quickly smush on to Mogget's pretty white cat hide.

Just for funsies.

It's the 'wait' that ruins it. Mogget turns just in time to see Ghoul descending upon him and darts off with the speed of a, well, cat. They're pretty fast too.

Maybe he ends up with a sticker on his backside but he dives straight into a patch of shrubs so no one will know.

Judging by the stupid, irritating laugh Ghoul barks out, he knows. And that's enough for him. Well, almost enough. He turns on his heel and marches away, letting Mogget escape.

He's definitely going to tell Party.