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undergrounds2015-10-27 12:03 pm
hurtfew) wrote in undergrounds2015-10-27 12:03 pm
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[SEMI-OPEN] Written by the Victors
Date: 30th of October, pre-Samhain celebration!
Plot: Smug Victory Dinner, with political manoeuvring
Areas: Westminster
It may have been a struggle, but Lambeth has finally been won over. A week of hard work to drive out all the unspeakable sorts, and another week of trying to keep control and tidy up, and it's looking like things are slowly beginning to settle. Gilbert Norrell is very pleased by this. Now he has proven he can be a leader, can lead them to victory -- and over a difficult area too! Of course, there were difficulties. Were small problems and losses along the way, but that does not matter now.
A dinner is not normally his style, he refused to hold one himself, but Childermass persuaded someone else to hold this on his behalf and -- well, it would be rude to decline. So he attends, if reluctantly (he does not like parties) and smiles as people applaud him. It is a rush of success, of ego, and as people come to congratulate him and find ways to carefully bring up their own causes and beliefs Gilbert Norrell feels that finally he is beginning to be recognised.
The table is carefully laid with glittering crystal glasses, candles and flowers. Not too ostentatious but still elegant and respectable, suited to the style of Norrell himself. Waiters and waitresses silently move back and forth serving people and taking requests or preferences, and the food is plentiful. If people can suffer the small-talk and ego coming from the head of the table, it will at least be a good meal.
[ ooc; log for the Daybreak victory meal! You can give me a ping if you want to be involved and replied already! It's set on Friday night so people can get drunk and slouch home without having to worry about the following morning, and can still attend Samhain things later. Entry is free, food and drink is free! The meal is being held by a lackey of Norrell's who wants to suck up to him since he's on the way up, and Norrell is therefore the ~guest of honour~. Dress code is black tie, thread with each other and mingle! ]
Plot: Smug Victory Dinner, with political manoeuvring
Areas: Westminster
It may have been a struggle, but Lambeth has finally been won over. A week of hard work to drive out all the unspeakable sorts, and another week of trying to keep control and tidy up, and it's looking like things are slowly beginning to settle. Gilbert Norrell is very pleased by this. Now he has proven he can be a leader, can lead them to victory -- and over a difficult area too! Of course, there were difficulties. Were small problems and losses along the way, but that does not matter now.
A dinner is not normally his style, he refused to hold one himself, but Childermass persuaded someone else to hold this on his behalf and -- well, it would be rude to decline. So he attends, if reluctantly (he does not like parties) and smiles as people applaud him. It is a rush of success, of ego, and as people come to congratulate him and find ways to carefully bring up their own causes and beliefs Gilbert Norrell feels that finally he is beginning to be recognised.
The table is carefully laid with glittering crystal glasses, candles and flowers. Not too ostentatious but still elegant and respectable, suited to the style of Norrell himself. Waiters and waitresses silently move back and forth serving people and taking requests or preferences, and the food is plentiful. If people can suffer the small-talk and ego coming from the head of the table, it will at least be a good meal.
[ ooc; log for the Daybreak victory meal! You can give me a ping if you want to be involved and replied already! It's set on Friday night so people can get drunk and slouch home without having to worry about the following morning, and can still attend Samhain things later. Entry is free, food and drink is free! The meal is being held by a lackey of Norrell's who wants to suck up to him since he's on the way up, and Norrell is therefore the ~guest of honour~. Dress code is black tie, thread with each other and mingle! ]
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Norrell sighs, as if tired even at the thought of it -- his small frame seeming to sag under the weight of such a terrible burden that he has chosen to shoulder.
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'Under a disadvantage'. What kind of disadvantage is that, Faolan wonders, with so much wealth at his fingertips as to throw a party like this one. After having won a territory dispute, sitting there with his fancy tableware and his fancy friends, bitching about how the fae must be eradicated, like some sort of pest. And yet he has still not answered anything Faolan has asked with a straightforward plan.
No, this task has fallen to Norrell because he has created it for himself, and if Norrell actually were so against the idea, then he would not be so dedicated to the task. "I'm sure that it does," Faolan replies, trying very hard to keep from growling the word out. Trying to keep himself from saying too much more of anything else, because he's likely to start going off on him, and that would be hardly diplomatic of him.
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Norrell regards Faolan with a look of deep regret, that such a terrible thing as to have a party thrown for him should happen. That he should be cursed with shouldering such a thing, with having to sit here and eat all this food while people speak of him. Oh, but if only he could retreat to his library with his books! Then Norrell would truly be a happy man.
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Nor does he point out that if one is a scholar, then to 'make one's way' is not to involve oneself in such politics either. He's not looking to start an argument, really he isn't. But Norrell is making this difficult, and the longer he stands there talking to the man, the less likely he is to succeed in holding his tongue. He needs to find an escape.
"And why have you come to London then, sir? Would not such a lifestyle be much better suited for the country?" ...he needs to find an escape, and soon.
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"To help make magic respectable," he informs Faolan. "And to offer my support to the great minds of the Night Council, if they will accept it. I have studied a great deal the histories and intricacies of magic and I believe I have a lot to offer them. I admit, the stylings of London do not entirely suit me. The houses are so very small, and the streets noisy -- but for the betterment of English magic I will bear it. I care little for my own comfort in the face of that."
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The houses so small, the streets so noisy... No doubt he finds its people lacking in some way for some reason as well. Faolan almost laughs at the idea that he should 'care little for his own comfort' in the face of anything. He seems to care a great deal about his own comfort, if this whole business with his vendetta against the fae is anything to go by.
Faolan should just go. He should just make his excuses and go. But instead when he opens up his mouth it is to ask, "Where does Hillingdon stand in your plans, then?"
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"I have given work to Hillingdon before, and I will do so again if they wish it."
Which is as much as Norrell is willing to commit, since in general he finds it distasteful to even do that much. Yet needs must.