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With cold weather rolling in and taking over, it seemed as though London was as eager as it could be to embrace the seasonal traditions of sharp blades on ice and food in faces.

Many ice rinks had opened this weekend, though Canary Wharf was by far the most impressive one. Large, beautiful, and not too busy if you came at the right time of day. Music played at a pleasant volume and the ice was littered with young and old, couples and singles, novices and show-offs... Anyone bold enough to strap on some skates.

Elsewhere in the city there was food to be found at the Foodies Festival. A place where you could find not just fine food, but also live-music, carollers, photo-booths and team quizzes.

It was a quiet way to start ringing in the holiday season- Or simply just enjoy the brisk weather that had crept in and was here to stay until spring.

(Gathering post! Set over the weekend, but open all week long to new top levels and tags. Tag in now and check back in often!)
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The weather this weekend was cool and dry, perfect for the festivals that were going on outside the city, and the many events going on within the city itself. There were poetry readings and plays in the west end, an art crawl happing near one of the universities, and a free lecture series going on not far from that...

Bars had opened their outdoor seating areas, allowing people to smoke while they sipped a pint. Cafes overflowed with tourists and locals alike, sipping their teas and coffees as they enjoyed a lack of rain. snapping their selfies and texting their mates.

Shops were having side walk sales, from the high street to the small boutiques. Clothes and baubles hung on racks and displays, glittering in the sun and attracting the gaze of everyone who walked by.

There was life and colour everywhere, the grey of winter lifting and allowing London to shine for a little while.

(Gathering posts are open for several days, so be sure to check back often to see who else has tagged in. Set your top level anywhere in the city!)

OTA

Apr. 26th, 2015 12:17 pm
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"Honestly, it all happened very fast," Valentine said, his brow creased in concern as he spoke to the agent. "I didn't even recognize him until you showed me his photograph just now- But yes, it was him, that actor. He was having a cigarette and talking to a man in a dark hooded sweatshirt. I couldn't see his face, but I saw his hands- They were pale. Whiter than you or I."

"Could you tell me anything else about him?" Spencer pressed gently.

"He was much taller than the other man- The actor, he was a very petite man, but the other man was taller- Nearly my height, I think, but heavier. Not overweight, but not trim, and not muscular," Val replied, hating that he couldn't be more help. "Surely there's CCTV footage of where they went next..."

Spencer just smiled, unable to share anything more. "Thank you for your help, Mr. Collingwood. Please, don't hesitate to get in touch if you remember anything else."

Valentine nodded, still looking a bit pale and startled as he stood on the pavement, looking over to where he'd seen a young man stabbed and hauled away. There was still blood on the ground, the wolf inside could smell it. ...He only wished the wolf could do something more.

Spencer returned to the small group of officers, waiting to interview the next person, and watching as the press slowly started to gather. That was the problem with celebrity abductions and attacks. You couldn't keep them quiet. Not now that everyone seemed to document every moment of their days...

He could hear one of the officers speaking to the press, and he frowned. This wasn't how they did things back home- It was too soon to be making statements.

At seven thirty this morning, Finley Alexander Flynn was attacked and abducted by an unknown man. We're asking that anyone with any information on this man, or Mr. Flynn's whereabouts, come forward to aid our investigation...

(OTA Tag Spencer or Valentine! Also check the OOC com shortly for more information on Fin's abduction.)

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"I no longer have need of you, my friend. You are free to go back to the palace. You can find the pixie villiange and live with Winter if you like or return to the guard. You can assume another form and run wild..."

"But my prince, what of your mortal?" The Phouka asked sensibly, knowing the prince was often given to flights of fancy and did not think of the practical implications of the world. "First, you cannot be with him at all times and he does need more helo then he lets on. His tricks and technology only get him so far. To be independent in work he needs a valet and you...you are not cut of that cloth, highness."

Willy was quiet for a moment.

"I have the flat next to yours and Winter may always visit, and I can visit him, but for the most part I can be here in a position to help Fin." Then he paused and his expression turned grave. "And you cannot tell me he is safe on his own. Willy, the police have not caught the madman who attacked him. He needs the kind of help I can provide. There is no better guard in the realm."

"No. No, this is true," Willy sighed. "It seems I need you mind as much as the rest of you, my friend. All right. We shall continue our arrangement."

Very well," The Phouka said with a smile. "Then I believe I will do a bit of shopping to make my flat a bit more of my own. Winter's taste, while sweet, was a bit young. And I know you have the meeting with the manager of the band soon. I will bid you goodbye, good sir."

(Can't decide so have both or either. Outdoor cafe, Willy off to make a casual meeting, Phouka gone to shop for housewares, or talk tot hem both at the cafe or anywhere along their trip. Caveat- neither will talk the tube so that's an out!)
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 It was a warmer night than one might expect in February, and there were plenty of people out and about, milling around at bars, shops, and cafes- All of which had signs offering deals and good times.

On street corners buskers posed as statues and played songs for change, filling the city with sound and life as people celebrated being a day closer to the weekend.

Tomorrow there might be rain, but tonight it was dry and pleasant enough, and it seemed as if everyone was taking advantage of the fair weather.

OTA

Jan. 12th, 2015 06:46 pm
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Willy had agreed to fill in at the Alpha Bar tonight when the manager had called him in a panic because the act of the night had contracted the flu. Willy was a reliable standby and he agreed to play a set for the night- and tomorrow too. The truth of it was that he was dying to get on stage and lose himself in the music. He loved Fin, loved him so much, but Willy was not cut out to be a caretaker. He loved being at Fin's side but he needed to get out of the flat.

Phouka had told him he would bring Fin to the bar if that was the young mortal's wish and Willy gladly agreed to that. So long as they were out, that would be wonderful.

Willy took the small stage with his guitar and had his mate with a hand drum sit on a stool to the back to keep the time for him. He played some new music, not his own but he made it his own. He sang Someone New and From Eden and decided he'd sing Cherry Wine as well. And a few others, all soulful tunes that he felt in his core.

"And this one might be a good one to find a body to dance with," Willy suggested...the words laden with magic. It was so much more than a suggestion and people began to pull one another into warm arms to sway to the tune.

"When, my, time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her..."

When that one was done he left the stage to find a pint and chat up the crowd. He'd play the rest of the sett soon enough.

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