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thegalleysandthegravesWHO: 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.
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.
