Gathering Post - 5/7-5/15

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WEATHER || LONDONIST || BBC NEWS

(Rather than write the same vague drivel, here is a pretty gif to inspire you, a link to the weather for the week, and a link to londonist, a great resource for all things London related. As always this post is open all week. Tag in, tag others, check back often!)

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Re: Sunday Afternoon.

[offthebeatenpath]

The lunch meeting – on a Sunday, because that was the only time in the busy publisher's schedule – had gone well. The man who had the final decision of it had been impressed with her portfolio and had suggested a contract would be arriving at the gallery within the week. Ollie, who'd helped her put together the portfolio, had promised to meet her at the restaurant after to hear how things had gone and to give her company on the way back to the squat. Only he wasn't there when the meeting was over. In a moment of What Would Sabine Do, Em had a quiet word with the hostess, who re-sat her at a table outside where she could pull out her sketchbook and wait for Ollie.

After texting Ollie, in case he'd forgotten or lost track of time, she ordered a cup of tea and a panna cotta, letting her gaze travel over the scene in front of her for inspiration. The beautiful cat, opposite to Sabine's Missy in every way, drew her attention, and she smiled softly as pencil began to move over the page, rough shaping the man and table, but the picture's focus and most of her effort on the cat.

Re: Sunday Afternoon.

[quartermaster_q]

Oberon gave Q's arm another pat, and when the young Quartermaster ignored him this time, he let out a devastated meow.

"Hush," Q scolded softly. "None of that, or we're going home."

Oberon head butted him, and Q sighed, offering another nibble of fish.

"You are a wicked king. Fluffy, but wicked."

Re: Sunday Afternoon.

[offthebeatenpath]

"Maybe he's annoyed by the demotion," Em said, just loud enough to carry. She didn't look up from her sketchbook, but one corner of her mouth curled up a tiny bit. "Who'd be a good king when they believe they should be a god?"

Re: Sunday Afternoon.

[quartermaster_q]

"Shh, don't give him ideas," Q tutted. "He already rules the flat, I don't want him getting any ideas about London or the world at large."

Re: Sunday Afternoon.

[offthebeatenpath]

Em looked up finally, biting her lip in thought. The cat already had her thinking about Missy, which meant think about Sabine, and the idea she had was like any number of conversations she and her cousin had over the years. Why she chose to share it with a complete stranger instead of keeping it to herself, Em wasn't sure. "I wonder if you've hit on the truth behind the trope. It's not the megalomaniacal villains in novels who want to take over the world, it's their cats."

She shook her head. "Sorry. I don't know why I said... any of that. I didn't mean to interrupt your lunch."

Re: Sunday Afternoon.

[quartermaster_q]

"It's fine. It's hardly been peaceful anyway," Q quipped. And, as if on cue, Oberon smacked his arm again, crying for another nibble.

Re: Sunday Afternoon.

[offthebeatenpath]

"What's His Majesty's name?" Em asked, going back to her drawing, wearing a faint smile for the demanding cat.

Re: Sunday Afternoon.

[quartermaster_q]

"Oberon," Q smiled. "Titania is at home with my other half."

Re: Sunday Afternoon.

[offthebeatenpath]

"My Oberon! What visions I have seen," Em quoted to the cat, imagining how Sabine would've appreciated the inside joke. "Do you know a bank where the wild thyme blows?"

Re: Sunday Afternoon.

[quartermaster_q]

Q chuckled, but the cat simply looked a bit grumpy. Talk was not fishes, and he very much needed fishes in his face and in his tummy.

Re: Sunday Afternoon.

[offthebeatenpath]

The cat didn't need words to make his feelings clear. Her Majesty Artemisia hadn't either. "I guess the namesake doesn't take no for an answer any better than the fairy king." The play would've been a lot shorter if Oberon had accepted Titania's no to begin with.

"Oh, I didn't say. I'm Em. I should've started with that probably. Sorry."

Re: Sunday Afternoon.

[quartermaster_q]

"Quite alright, Em. I'm Quinton," he replied, offering the name he gave most people lately.