Gathering Post - Christmas Eve Party

[londoncallingmods]

Merry Christmas!

You are invited to celebrate the season with Finlay Flynn and Willy Silver.

 

When: Christmas Eve (5pm – Midnight)

Where: Making the Modern World - The Science Museum

RSVP: By Email (SBMNGR@ldnmgmt893.co.uk) Before 19/12

 

Upon entry you'll be given a ticket for one free drink. All drinks after that are 5 each. There will also be a free buffet in the dining area.

 

Dress code: Casual, but tidy please!

 

Raffle: Come wearing a festive sweater and you will automatically be entered into a raffle to win a 65 inch TV.

 

Donate: Bring three tins of canned food to be donated to the local food bank, and receive an extra drink ticket.

Look forward to: A live DJ, live music, an appearance by Santa, gift bags with deluxe swag, and the company of old and new friends!

 

(OTA! Happy holidays! If you know Fin, Willy, Phouka, or Winter, feel free to assume they gave you an invite. If not, you can say your pup got an invite through a friend of a friend, someone who knows someone, ect. It IS invite over (no gate crashing pups please, Fin's a giver and would want everyone to feel included), but the pups hosting the party are pretty active and I believe they know almost everyone in the game. And the people they don't know surely know people who do. Even if you only met them once, you got an invite somehow! This gathering post is open all week, and beyond!)

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[willysilver]

Willy could feel her eyes on him and finally caught her looking. He smiled brightly and closed the distance between them. Up close his eyes were just as green as ever...it was just that his pupils were quite dilated since he was a bit drunk off his cream.

"Sunny, my flower, I am so glad you came," he said warmly. He was sure she of all people would not need an explanation of who he was.

[akatawitch]

"I couldn't think of saying no," Sunny said, which was true. Fin was her friend, and Winter, and, strange as it felt to say, she counted the Phouka as a friend, too. She smiled. "It was this, Midnight Mass, or fellow stranded college kids. And this promised more entertainment than the former and better food than the latter."

[willysilver]

"Excellent. I am so happy we won the honour of your presence," he replied. It was lofty but from Willy the sentiment was genuine. He really was honoured that given the choice she'd chosen the party.

"Have you had enough to eat and drink? And have you collected your gift bag yet?" he asked. He was just a touch drunk on cream and feeling very relaxed and happy.

[akatawitch]

"I've had a very lovely evening, thank you," she had to admit. Sunny had never expected to be at something like this, no matter how casual the dress code was. "But I haven't gotten a gift bag yet, no."

[willysilver]

"Oh, you must come with me, then," Willy said, catching her by the han to lead her to the table where gift bags sat waiting to be claimed.

"Let me see if I can find yours, Sunny..."

Saying even that much of her name was magical, but Willy was in a kind and festive mood so the power in the two syllables was almost like a caress.

[akatawitch]

"I don't like it when you say my name like that," Sunny said plainly, dodging the trap that was saying the more conventional, 'I wish you wouldn't do that.'

It couldn't hurt her, not really, even if he hadn't been in such a good mood. He didn't know any more of her name than anybody else did, from family to the registrar's office. Anyanwu was hers alone.

[willysilver]

"I do not know how else to say it, petal, but if you like I will not say it at all?" he replied, his offer quite genuine. Before she could answer yea or nay he plucked a large gift bag from the table full of wrapped presents. Inside was a trove of treasures, the fine blanket his favourite, though Fin had assured him the iPhone 6s would be a favourite for the guests.

"Here you are, my friend," he said with a smile.

[akatawitch]

Sunny had opened her mouth to respond, but when she looked into the bag and saw what was inside, she stopped, blinked, and asked stupidly, "Is that a phone?"

[willysilver]

"Yes. Fin bought me a phone and it is delightful so we got them for everyone here," he said happily. "There are iTunes cards as well- Fin said we had to give those with the phones. I selected the blanket. It is large and soft and perfumed with lavender."

[akatawitch]

Sunny touched the fabric and had to admit, "I like the blanket a lot, but," she grinned, pure wickedness, "the phone will make my brothers explode with envy."

[willysilver]

"I like the idea that your brothers will envy you," Willy said. "And they should, for you have many enviable traits, my friend. You are very kind, you have a sharp wit, and you are adept at magic. All highly prized things where I am from."

[akatawitch]

Compliments from someone of both Willy's nature and rank were not to be brushed off lightly. Her cheeks turning a little pink, she said, "It's gracious of you to say so."

[willysilver]

"And only the truth- without strings or tricks. I do mean it, petal," he said warmly.

[akatawitch]

It was very, very tempting to like Willy. Sunny was afraid, however, that if she did, she'd start to forget he was dangerous. Oh, Phouka and Winter were also fae, but it was different. They were simple creatures, whereas Willy was... not.

She lowered her eyes briefly so she wouldn't blush more, and when she lifted them she asked, "So why the new... look?" She'd started to say 'everything,' but that felt rude somehow.

[willysilver]

"Ah, I have been in London so long and the paps like to take pictures of Fin. Someone is bound to recognize me from many years ago. And I do not age. Our options were leave London or rely on a glamour. And I could not uproot Fin, I would never dream of even asking. And so...a new look. Do you like my face?" he asked. The only thing about him that hadn't changed were his eyes were stil the rich emerald green, but they looked different with his new complexion.

[akatawitch]

Yes.

But Sunny wasn't about to just say it, so she set her face in her best, 'you're pretty and you know it' expression and admitted, "I appreciate that you learned to take care of that hair."

[willysilver]

"I am still learning," he admitted. "Often I admit defeat and use magic to take the tangles out. But I am learning and I have many years to master this mane. It is completely different from the hair I had before. That was like silken strands. It rarely tangled. But I have found there are many potions and products- oils and treatments to keep it healthy. I rather enjoy it."

[akatawitch]

Sunny nodded. "It's drier, as well as different texture. Best way to keep it from tangling, though, is to braid it."

[willysilver]

"I do not know how to braid my hair," he said. "What could I do to tempt you to do it? What would you wish in return for such a favor?"

[akatawitch]

Sunny blinked, surprised. "I'd have to think about that?" she said, uncertainty lifting it into a question. She didn't mind, in theory, but making wishes off the top of your head was a one-way ticket to some Monkey's Paw shit.

[willysilver]

"We shall arrange a day for you to come braid it, then, and you will have time to think," he said. It didn't even occur to him that she might not want to, or that she may not have time. She had mentioned it and she did her own hair so nicely and he liked her...he would gladly sit for her. No, whether or not she would do it was never a question in his mind.

[akatawitch]

Sunny actually didn't mind at all, even wanted to do it. What she wanted in exchange, though, she had no idea. But given she knew what he wanted and how to provide it...

She nodded. "Sure. I can do that."

[willysilver]

Willy pulled his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to her.

"Please, put your number in. Fin says this is a much more polite way to contact people," he said.

[akatawitch]

Much more polite than what?

Sunny however decided she didn't want to know. So she deftly took the phone from his fingers, added her contact information, and then sent herself a text message so she would have his in turn before handing the phone back. "In general," she said, "Sundays are good days for me."

[willysilver]

"Sunday would be lovely. Noon? I will have a meal and tea waiting for you," he said. "Will that give you enough time to think of a fair exchange?"