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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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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.

This isn't the first time Party's fallen on his ass and it won't be the last, but invisible crap is always a little extra disorienting, plus he's kind of sober for ass-landings, but hey it's not like he can brace himself for something he can't see. He'll be clinging to that little thread of dignity for a while, thanks.

"The fuck?!" He flails in Eames' direction. "Cheater!"

Eames is kinda content to keep walking, totally unaware of what happened until there's a vaguely familiar voice shouting at him and he turns around. Apparently, if the look on his face is to be believed, Eames has no idea what's going on here and he raises an eyebrow in Party's direction.

"You're the painter," he smiles, but he offers approximately zero help, "Party, right? What happened?"

Party nods at the recognition and holds up the little corgi sticker as he picks himself up. "No idea. I was tryin' to bequeath you with this totally awesome sticker and I got thrown back like a dog runnin' into a bouncey castle."

Not that he's ever done that, because that would be a completely undignified full moon moment and Party is the picture of dignity, especially when he's wolfed out.

Somehow it's not exactly hard to imagine Party jumping into a bouncy castle on a full moon, but beyond a brief quirk of his lips, Eames doesn't say anything about it.

"What's on the sticker?" he asks instead, totally glossing over the issue of Party falling on his ass like a loser.

"Uhh..." Party turns his hand back to himself so he can see it. "Looks like a little corgi. Bet it'd be a good fit for you. You seem like a corgi kinda guy." Which is a compliment, but he really has no idea if that's apparent or not, because half the time Party seems to only make sense to himself.