Smol Gathering - OTA

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The weather this weekend wasn't worth getting excited over, but it was fair enough to justify some time out and about. Stores were packed with new stock, cafes were brimming with life, and as always, London herself was buzzing with activity.

In South London Pop Brixton was celebrating its second birthday, offering up DJs and live performances, along side plenty of food and drink vendors. Though if your mouth's watering and that's a tube trip too far, you could always head on over to Westfield Shepherd's Bush, where you'd find a fun food truck festival. For those looking to fill up with girl power rather than pudding, you could always head over to the Powerpuff Girls pop up shop. As always, there was no shortage of things to do this weekend.

The news was still packed with election chatter, and talk of the concert for Manchester, but if you took a peek at twitter, you might find a little conspiracy brewing all about one Finlay Flynn- Who's management was currently fighting rumors about his disappearance. Little theories kept popping up, showing how his twitter feed seemed slightly off, or how filming for his BBC 3 show had been suspiciously delayed. There were youtube videos discussing it, threads on various online forums, all chattering about how the actor who was so often spotted on the tube or in pubs was suddenly absent. A silly little bit of internet crazy for most- But an unsettling reminder of his absence to those in the know.

Still, London stopped for nobody, and the city was in full bloom, just as it was every weekend.

(OTA! As always the GP will be open for at least a week, so tag in, tag others, and check back often!)

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[finlay_flynn]

Fin muttered in protest at being called 'little brother', but slumped easily into the soft seats.

"Let me see your phone," he insisted once Pippa was in as well. "I want to check my twitter."

[pippa_flynn]

Pippa gave the address to the driver while she fished out her phone and handed it over.

"Here you go," she said. "I hope you don't find anything to upset you. You don't need that right now."

[finlay_flynn]

Fin shrugged, already logged in and combing through the conspiracy theories and the odd tweets sent from his account.

"Has... Has Winter been tweeting from my account? I'll murder the little glitter coated wanker."

[pippa_flynn]

"I don't know. Probably. It's kept the rumour mills busy. Less focused on you being entirely absent from this world," she replied. "I don't spend a lot of time looking at Twitter so I can't say for sure."

[finlay_flynn]

Fin hummed a little leaning against Pip and sighing. "I'm going to have to change all my passwords. Last thing I need is a pixie running my social media. He spent half of monday just tweeting photos of cows."

Sighing, he squirmed again, his back still aching and the headache he couldn't seem to shake creeping back in.

[pippa_flynn]

"Fin, are you alright? You keep fidgeting," she said. She sounded mildly annoyed, but it was only because concern was such an ill fit on her.

[finlay_flynn]

'I'm fine, like I said, my back's just sore," Fin assured her. "My head's not happy either, to be honest. I'm okay though Pip, just- I dunno. Recovering from whatever happened."

[pippa_flynn]

"You don't seem very upset. I think if I was gone from the world and turned up sore and sick I'd be...well, I'd be furious, to start with," she said, patting his leg lightly.

[finlay_flynn]

"I don't feel anything yet, I'm still... I'm still processing it, I guess. I mean, I don't even know where I was or what happened, and I told you- I'm kinda afraid of remembering. I get the feeling I don't want to," Fin said quietly.

"I'd rather be numb than a wreck, Pip."

[pippa_flynn]

She rubbed him and patted him again, then reached her arm around to pull him close.

"I'm so glad you're back," she said softly, her whisper thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Fin."

[finlay_flynn]

"I'd never leave you, Pip. Not if I had any say in it," Fin promised quietly, putting an arm around her in return and kissing her cheek. "We're blood. Nothing's ever gonna come between us. Not even magical abductions, alright?"

[pippa_flynn]

"Alright," she said, pressing her forehead against him. She stayed that way for a long moment, just thankful to have him back.

But then she pulled back.

"I didn't know you knew anyone from Torchwood," she said.

[finlay_flynn]

"I... Oh, you mean Jack?" Fin asked, looking surprised, but Fin didn't move, staying close to Pip as he spoke.

"I don't know him through Torchwood, Pip. He's a friend, a good one."

[pippa_flynn]

"Do you think so? You might not know him through Torchwood, but Fin? Torchwood can't be trusted," she said. "I know how you are, friends with everyone. Just...watch him. He came to see me and he knew just a bit too much about you for my liking."

[finlay_flynn]

Fin said nothing, he only nodded a bit. He didn't want to argue, not right now. He was in no fit state for it, honestly.

"Who else knows I was gone?" he asked instead. "That you know of, I mean."

[pippa_flynn]

"Fin, darling, everyone knows you've been gone. The tabloids have been having a field day. But the only ones who know for certain you simply vanished? Hardly anyone. Those closest to you," she replied.

[finlay_flynn]

"Fuck me, this is going to be such a mess," Fin sighed. "What am I going to tell everyone?"

[pippa_flynn]

"I've already figured that out. You'll tell people you went to Hong Kong for experimental treatment for your eyes," she said. "I can arrange a paper trail to confirm it."

Shed clearly put some thought into damage control. She tried always to be a step or two ahead of things.

[finlay_flynn]

"Of course you've already figured it out. You always do," Fin yawned, wincing a little and holding his head.

[pippa_flynn]

"It's what I'm best at. And, honestly Fin, it's not something you seem to be in any fit state to worry about right now," she replied. She patted him gently again and went quiet. Soon enough they were at home and she paid the driver.

"You take a shower, I'll make some tea. Things will be alright," she said, hoping desperately that Willy wasn't home. She didn't have it in her to be nice to the twat.

[finlay_flynn]

Nodding, Fin staggered out of the cab and up to his and Will's flat. A shower sounded good. Hot water, clean hair, a thick lather of soap over sore bones. ...Yeah, that sounded perfect.

He didn't even wait to hit the bathroom before shedding his coat and t-shirt, leaving both on the living room floor as he stumbled towards the bedroom. He had no idea still what was on his back, those large and intricate circles of runes and magic patterns.

[pippa_flynn]

Pippa was right behind him, shutting the door as Fin began to undress. She'd seen her brother's skin so many times in her life that normally it wouldn't have been anything to even blink at. But when his shirt came off her eyes grew round.

"Oh my God!" she cried. "Fin! Your back!"

She crossed to him to get a better look at just what was there.

[finlay_flynn]

"What?" Fin asked. "Is it all bruised and scratched or something? I told you it hurt," the fae scowled, turning his head as though trying to see for himself.

[pippa_flynn]

"Its tattooed! Tattooed all over," she said, ushering him in to a mirror so he could see.

[finlay_flynn]

Puzzled, Fin let her guide him along, frowning deeply as he angled his body just so to get a good look in the mirror.

"What the hell is that?" he asked quietly. "What are those symbols?"