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[lucydanziger]

WHO: Everybody
WHAT: Supernatural Hootenanny
WHEN: Current
WHERE: The super shmancy townhouse Lucy bought for the family to operate out of
WHY: Because Lucy thinks The Family got off on the wrong foot with the UK



"But, Caro. This isn't what I do. This is your thing." Lucy had whined into the phone just a few days earlier.

"You'll be fine. You don't need me to throw a party. For goodness sake you've been a hostess for how long?"

"That's different. This is more your kind of party."

"You'll be fine. You've got everything under control."

Standing in the foyer of the grand old townhouse, Lucy's not sure but what she is is an entertainer and an actress. That's the secret whenever she gets overwhelmed or flustered about her lack of upbringing or education or any of those social niceties she puts on her best Carolyn Rothstein impression and she fakes it. Shoulders back, chin out, little delicate movements that show care and precision. She can dial back her personality into something more subdued more acceptable. Even her Jersey accent gets less noticeable.

She wants to throw her hands up and just forget the whole thing but she and Nucky walked into a bit of a hot mess when they arrived in London and it was pretty obvious that the public's perception of their new American allies wasn't very nice. That was the problem with letting AR, Charlie and Meyer head anywhere first. The three of them were always so focused on getting the job done that they sometimes forgot that edges need smoothing out, ruffled feathers had to be soothed. That's where she and Nuck come in. Nobody, and she means NOBODY was as good at soothing ruffled feathers as Nucky. Lucy was happy to stand back and watch him work. Her job was to lay the foundation for him to work from. She ordered the flowers, she hired the caterers she got the linens and the string quartet and arranged for valets who could be discreet, but also for the right price be their discreet little spies. She and Nucky know the secret that the rich and hoity toity never notice the staff and the staff always notice everything.

Maybe after the party she and Nuck would stay in the townhouse for a few nights. It was a lot quieter than the hotel and after a night of orchestrating the Family's re-introduction to the supernatural community of the UK she was gonna need a lot of sleep. The chandeliers are lit, the quartet is playing out in the courtyard, everything is done in soft, subtle colors and so far everyone has promised to be on their best behavior under pain of something far worse than death if they're not. Lucy even got Alphonse to dress his best and tuck himself away in the club area, giving him permission to pour some drinks, smoke a couple of his horrible cigars and tell some of his most carefully edited stories. Meyer and Aida should be sticking close together. AR and Amelia and Jake their little family unit close. Lucy's maker doesn't need any advice on how to work a crowd, Pam was charming people long before Lucy was a twinkle in anybody's eye. She thought Godric would be happiest in the library or the garden; part of the party but not in the center of it. Eric on the other hand was meant to be front and center along with Charlie. he wanted everyone scattered throughout the house to make it look more like a house party and less like an invading army.

Appearances can be deceiving.

Comments

[meyerlansky]

Meyer dislikes parties. He has none of AR's cultured persona, none of Charlie's charm. Meyer is the true power behind the throne. Charlie and AR come to him to work out problems and he fixes them and what he can't, he hands off to Benny. That's where Meyer is happiest- in his office, on the phone. But it was his mother in law and come hell or high water, he was gonna do what Lucy said so as not to be staked.

So he smiles and admires the cut of Aida's dress discreetly and waves and greets.

[bobbiewinthrop]

"Heya Meyer. How you doing?"

Never let it be said that Bobbie Winthrop lacked brass.

She sauntered toward Meyer with a song in her heart, a champagne flute in her hand and a twinkle in her eye. "Nice digs." She craned her neck. "You seen Arnold?"

[meyerlansky]

Meyer can't murder during Lucy's party. He can't murder during Lucy's party. He tells himself this repeated before turning around and offering his best, cold smile. He takes a second to drink from his whisky and step in between Bobbie and Aida.

"...can't say I have. He's probably with Charlie in some coat room." He answers, watching her intently. He wonders if he can get her to leave. "Welcome. Didn't think you had it in you to crash party."

[arnoldrothstein]

AR is currently throwing those little pickled onions at Jake's head.

He was never a drinker, in his formal life so the art of cocktails were lost on him but Amelia dazzled just like her mother does and he gets to enjoy a rare moment where he's not having to juggle the plates in the air. Of course his mind is on Bobbie, and the weight of everything is beginning to feel like it had when he was newly turned.

Still, that can wait.

[jakerothstein]

Jake caught a pickled onion before it biffed him in the head and popped it in his mouth. It's the 5th one his brother had tossed in his direction and Jake recognized a cry for help when he saw one.

"Having fun, brother dear?" Jake extracted himself from the welcoming arms of a gorgeous witch while palming her number and stuffing it in his pocket. One of the perks of being young, good looking, rich and immortal.

He scanned the room and noticed his niece's little blond head fluttering about. "Nice of Carolyn to send Amelia for a bit. I hear Caro's going to be moving home."

[arnoldrothstein]

Now it's AR's turn to do his best 'who me?' expression but he can't hide the smile. He loves to see Jake, hardly gets the chance to see him since his brother enjoys fluttering around the world like he owns it. He has a wanderlust Arnold never experienced and most of the time, he's fine with Carolyn, Amelia and Jake being gone.

Not as well as he loves them near however. He feels more centered when he has his family around him...safe.

"She's just like her mother." He beams proudly, and nods. "There's always room for you too you know. I have a beautiful brownstone that's yours if you want it. Right off the Park."

...he knows better then to spoil a good thing. "...Bobbie's here."

[nobraveulysses]

Ripper was certain this was Ed's twisted form of reminding him he'd always be under the Watcher's thumb. Still, mainly because he feared what Ben would do if he said no, Rupert had showered, shaved and slipped into the finest suit he still had. He felt like a traitor.

Like he was masquerading as a dead man. Still, he walked into the Hotel and resisted the prickling on the back of his neck. Greeting Eric and Charlie, with a cordial but cold smile.

"Mr. Luciano, Mr. Northman. On behalf of the Watcher's Counil, I greet you." There. He said it. Now he needed a drink.

[luciano]

Charlie's opinion of the Watcher's Council is pretty fuckin' low. As far as he could see they were a bunch of useless pencil pushers who liked to hide behind little girls to fight their battles. Of course that wasn't what he said around AR or Jake - he knows about family legacies and such but he doesn't have a lot of respect for anybody who can't fight their own battles.

Like the kid in front of him now. Can't be more than 18-20. He's not the one who ought to be walking into a potential lion's den like this one.

"Greetings and what not." Charlie answers. "You look like you could use a drink." Actually, the kid looked like he could use a few.

[nobraveulysses]

He nods, and is curious if he can leave now. But instead he takes the offer of free booze. Might as well enjoy being here, he can't remember the last time he ate something that wasn't in a Styrofoam container. He can play nice. Truth be told, he didn't mean civil vampires. He'd even fucked a couple.

Besides, they were better company then Shaw. "I'd appreciate that, very much. Can I get you anything?"

[ameliarothstein]

Amelia can do cocktail parties in her sleep. It's actually her preferred method of getting through them. When her mom was married to Robert they'd had cocktail parties by the dozen and she had spent most of her time in whatever room was the designated coat room napping the night away with a stash of snacks in her clutch.

But she gets what Lucy is going for with the whole 'family' vibe so she does her part to be pretty and bubbly and meet all the nice wizards and witches while keeping Al from shimmying down a drain pipe and escaping.

"C'mon kid. Just tell Lucy you didn't see nothin'."

"You are a grown man how old?" Amelia scoffed. "If you want out of this party you can march up to Lucy and tell her you're leaving. Just remember - even a vampire's got to sleep sometime." She cautions before leaving him to stew.

She had to admit the whole party looked gorgeous and people seemed to be reluctantly enjoying themselves which was as good as anyone could have expected. A tiny part of her though had hoped something fantastical would happen.

[whatssoundoing]

There is something humorous about toeing the line between kind and sheer hubris. Silco, like his daughter, enjoys crossing that line occasionally so he arrives in jeans and a t-shirt and makes sure he's been seen by all the correct people. He likes reminding people of his reputation.

He catches the youngest Rothstein dazzling the room and he can't help but smile, sliding into step behind her and leaning down. "And what a wonderful evening this is, hello Amelia."

[ameliarothstein]

Amelia can't help but make a small disapproving frown just like her mother would at Silco's very not formal attire.

"Silco. How nice of you to join us! My mother said she thought you would stop by. She sends her warmest regards." Actually what her mother said was 'watch that Silco and don't let Jinx blow anything up' but it was near enough to count.

"Are you enjoying yourself? Can I get you anything?"

[shechallengeskings]

Invitation?

She doesn't require any invitation. Half the witches and wizards in attendance owe their lineage to her so Morgana feels perfectly at home among them. It has been a while since she's mingled with the common people or any people for that matter but the house is lovely, the food is tasty and she's a little curious about these brash Americans that have washed up on her shore.

She is willing to maintain a peace with Merlin, reconcile with her father and brother and make an attempt to know her father's other children. Since she's on a roll, she might as well learning more about this new world. But so far she is - unimpressed.

[castellanprince]

The proper answer from an alcoholic to an invitation to a cocktail party is 'no'. Full stop.

Yet Castellan finds himself standing in one of the most lovely architectural homes he has ever graced sipping sparkling water from a goblet in the middle of a room larger than the modest two bedroom house he lived in. Why? Because his grandson had invited him.

The Ministry also insisted that he come, but the Ministry was fond of insisting on many orders that Cas ignored on a regular basis. He wouldn't put himself in this position for anyone but Sev.

He sees several familiar faces and introduces himself around to the new people before settling himself in front of a line of sculptures and mentally ticking off the minutes before he can leave.

[theminstrelfell]

"Minister Prince. I'm glad you could make it."

Lucius Malfoy is in his prime. He is dressed to the nines and last he saw, Cissy had Heim cornered by niceties. It gave him time to corner the Minister of Magical Creatures for the past forty five minutes until Castellan had caught his attention. He only knew of him by reputation, had never needed reason to meet the Ministry he'd tried to dismantle until recently. But Severus had mentioned his sympathies and well, he needed all the allies he could get.

Besides, it was nice that Sev seemed hopeful, even if he never admitted it. He wondered where the kid was anyways but considering he'd yet to see his father. He had ideas. "Severus is going to be thrilled you came."

[vasilisadragomir]

Go. Make nice with the vampires and the wizards and the witches and the werewolves.

The Moroi were particularly interested in finding a way to navigate around the sticky parts of the vampires versus the wizarding world. Actually they Moroi preferred to stay out of it entirely, but Vasilisa managed to convince them that they were in a unique position. After all Moroi were vampiric magic users. They obviously had stakes (no pun intended) in seeing that there wasn't another war between the two sides.

She needs to focus so she's grateful when the bartender pours her a dozen drinks in rapid succession. She'd fed before leaving her hotel suite and the alcohol was enough to dampen most of her spirit magic to keep it from intruding on her other senses. She might live to regret dropping her defenses in such a crowd but she wouldn't know until it was done.

[theabandonedboy]

Sev knows he should be more quiet, and he's grateful for the training Xavier gave him to help not go mad from the voices but old habits die hard and if truth be told, he doesn't like being alone in his thoughts. Abraxas is soothing, like a weighted blanket but the party is humming. There is some powerful in hearing the tendrils of thoughts and beliefs. He could tell himself it's for the family, hoping to gleam some information from the 'enemy.'

But in truth, he's just nosy. He zeroes in on the hum of Cas' magic and orderly mind when something else catches his attention. She's beautiful and the way she resonates in his mind is enough to pull his attention away. He strains to hear her as he walks over. He doesn't have his mentor's grace or even the polish of the Family but if there is one thing he excels at, it's humility. Appearing small and unobtrusive

"Hello."

[andi]

All Andi can think of is 'I put on a bra for this?'

That, and how delicious the canapes are. Before she leaves she needs to get the recipe for the sausage puff things. Amazing.

What she wouldn't give to be home, and braless, curled up in the library eating popcorn and reading to Nessa until she fell asleep and her father had to carry her off to bed before joining her in their own bed. Maybe it's the pregnancy hormones, maybe it's the fact Kirill is smokin' hot, maybe it's because she's a little sleep deprived - but all Andi really wants to do is be home and sleep.

So why is she at some mixer for the powerful and scary?

Two words: Rita Skeeter.

Rita's little 'expose' in The Quibbler made Andi see red.

It seems there are a few bumps in the road for new society darlings: The Seymonovs. Andromeda (nee' Black) and Kirill have been open about expecting a new bundle of joy round about Christmas. What they haven't made as public is the knowledge of Kirill's hidden daughter Inessa who, not only is she half-blood but like her father carries the rare 'talent' of necromancy. Given that Lucius Malfoy thinks his library is haunted and his father Abraxas Malfoy is a vampire things could get awkward at the next family dinner.

She couldn't do anything to stop Rita's poison pen but she wasn't about to let Rita make her ashamed of herself or her family. Besides, if she was going to influence the Ministry it was better to hang out where the Ministry would be sure to be. She was having a hard time getting the pro-registration folks alone and hoped to be able to pin them down in a more social setting before going to work on them.

[kirillseymonov]

Full height like a Russian soldier, his gloves kid leather and nude in the best proximity to natural as he could make. His arm was securely around Andi's waist as much for her comfort as his own and he admired as she wined and dined Crouch. There was a secret pleasure in having the man who would want to have you kissed by a Dementor forced to play nice with you.

He blamed the belly. Pregnant Andi was scary then Voldemort at times.

[tothenewus]

Go to the party. Learn what you can. Have some of the snacks. Try to blend in. Don't kill anyone. Have fun.

Jinx is pretty sure most of Silco's instructions contradict having fun. She's not huge on fancy parties. She's not very good at blending in. Not killing anyone didn't sound like fun at all. As far as she's concerned the only fun part is spying on Benny's family and the little nummy plates of food being passed around by the waiters.

She's got to admit it's better than sitting in her lab scarfing down a cup of Oodles of Noodles.

Besides, in her lab she almost never gets to wear a shimmery pink dress with lots of sequins and lots of room under it for two knives and three guns. It's her favorite dress ever. When she first put it on she spent 15 minutes spinning around to make the skirt fly out until she got so dizzy she fell down.

So far the spying part of her mission wasn't as successful as the snacks and not murdering anyone (she's been there a whole thirty minutes and no one's died). She hears a lot of things but she doesn't know how much of it Silco will find useful. But knowing Silco he'll find a way.

[bennysiegel]

He rushes her in the middle of the room with no one stopping him and quite a few gasping. Benny picks her up and twirls her looking at the gown with tiny admiration for the deep neckline before looking back up because he likes his balls where they are.

"I'm glad you came but next time warn me and I'll wear a pink dress too. It's hard to make these things."

[thesavagequill]

Just a little flutter of wings. Nothing to see here. Please do carry on that private conversation.

[littlehellspawn]

She's having fun.

Maybe a little more fun than she should be.

But it's not her fault these people are a powder keg of sublimated wants and dark secret desires is it? No.

The mood is much more subdued than the one at Parley. This is an elegant affair with black ties and evening gowns. So the power Sophia draws on is a more subtle thing. As she moves through the townhome she introduces herself, casually laying a hand on an arm or shoulder here or there, pushing out little wisps of her power whereever she lands. It won't be enough to cause everyone to lose control but it will certainly liven things up.

She considers it her hostess gift.

[hellfireshaw]

This was incredibly fascinating.

He saw Wolves, and Vampires (Moroi, however, a pity none of their more colorful counterparts.) and of course Witches and Wizards galore. There were times, however fleetingly, that he missed the lab. Half of these beings would be amazing and under the knife. To see and learn what he could from the creatures arrayed.

But he was here for a mission and it wasn't sight seeing, "Ah there's my girl" he says as he approaches the beautiful red head across the room. His child looked so much like their mother, he'd forgotten.

[mollyhayes]

"Dr. Shaw. Hi."

Molly had heard Sev talking about the party and she tried to get Lyra to come with her, but once Lyra dug in she really dug in. So Molly dressed up in the best clothing she had, put on just a little makeup like Karolina had taught her and showed up to the big gorgeous house.

The only problem was that now that she was there she didn't really know what to DO. The food was nice, the string quartet was pretty background music like the stuff they play when you call an they put you on hold. She'd even managed to snag a glass of champagne off the tray of a waiter passing by. So she was really peak adulting.

It was nice to see a familiar - kind of - face. She only vaguely remembered Shaw from her time as someone her parents talked about. She got the feeling they didn't really like him - but since her parents were evil, that meant Shaw was probably OK. Right?