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Mercy Thompson	It is the start of the week and Mercy Thompson had an alright weekend. But she was feeling some of the Monday blues and wants to have some fun. She still has that free dinner at the Hellfire Club restaurant, and she figures it has been too long since they done anything fun. She takes a taxi over and has a messenger bag with several outfit options tucked into it. She's wearing some shorts, sandals, a tank top and a big grin as she heads up to the building's door to press the button for doorbell on the townhouse.
Sprite	There's a moment before the intercom sounds with Sprite's voice. "Who is it?" she asks. She doesn't exactly get a lot of visitors.
Mercy Thompson	"Your favorite mechanic on the planet that's alive," laughs Mercy assuming that is her. She sure hopes it is enough for Sprite to know who it is. The woman SOUNDED like Sprite to Mercy. But it's hard though an intercom that doesn't stay 'live' to pick up background sounds.
Sprite	There's a delay, and then it clicks on again. "Mercy? Is everything okay?" But the door buzzes for her.
Mercy Thompson	"Umm." Mercy sounds confused. "Yeah it is. Is this a bad time? If it is then I can just catch up with you another time."
Sprite	"No, it's fine. Come on up. You've got my address." She's on the top floor, of course. She just...doesn't get company. Ever. No one visits her. She's the one who visits people. She waves a hand, and the slightly cluttered apartment is suddenly pristine, so she can be ready when Mercy gets up there.
Mercy Thompson	Mercy will open the door when it softly buzzes. She then heads inside and looks to nod at any doorman she passes before going to take the stairs, Mercy doesn't quiet trust elevators as much as she does an open stairwell. She sails up the stairs quickly and then soon is knocking on the penthouse door with a happy little rappity tap tap.
Sprite	Sprite's showed up at her door. She's dressed extremely casually; she's in a pair of skinny jeans, a pair of sneakers, and a simple teal t-shirt. She clearly wasn't planning on going anywhere today. She opens the door when Mercy knocks on it. "Hey! Wasn't expecting company out of the blue. Come on in!"     She steps back to let Mercy head into her home. Well, her New York home.
Mercy Thompson	"I like to be unpredictable and you hadn't stopped by in a long time. I don't have a lot of close friends and I try to sniff them down if it's been a while." Mercy taps her nose and sets the bag down by the door. "Sorry if this is a bad time. Everything good with you?" She doesn't pay a lot of attention to the apartment. She knows that can change and is here for Sprite herself.
Sprite	Sprite shuts her door as Mercy comes in. The apartment is very carefully...neutral...in scent, as if Sprite covered over any scents that might bother Mercy. "Yeah, everything's fine. Well, fine as it ever gets. Just surprised, that's all. Which, go you. I don't get surprised too often." She nods to the bag. "What'd you bring?"
Mercy Thompson	If anything the neutral scent is more curious then having any odd scents, but she isn't exactly sniffing around. "Go me!" She does a small fist pump and she looks at the bag. "A few muffins to offer to you, a dress, a free dinner coupon, and a swmisuit. I think that's most of it. Oh and my pistol."
Sprite	"A free dinner coupon?" Sprite looks really curious. "And you brought a gun, were you expecting to have to fight? You're a weird guest, Mercy." Sprite says, amused. "But, I am very interested by muffins." She moves over closer to the bag to open it and peek inside.
Mercy Thompson	"Sprite," says Mercy with a grin. "I almost always have a gun handy with me. I can't just whip up weapons as easy as you." Mercy laughs even as she is called weird, "I've been called a lot worse then that." She reaches into the bag to pull out the small offering of muffins for Sprite. "Here you go!" They are some fresh banana nuts, and blueberry. Two of each. "Hope you like them."
Sprite	"Yum. You have a favorite?" Sprite says, as she looks at the two type of muffin, pulling them out. "One of the best inventions of the twentieth century. Well, I guess, technically the nineteenth. But they didn't get popular till the 20th."
Mercy Thompson	"Well I got to taste them as I made them. The blueberries in this batch were pretty fresh and so I'd say those are the better ones. But those are meant for you Sprite. I sometimes worry you don't take care of yourself." Mercy is amused at the history lesson on muffins. "Well it took us these last few years to really get muffin 'pans' ideal. I love those silicone ones. Oh and you were curious about the dinner coupon right?"
Sprite	"I am. Is it for a restaurant or something?" Sprite takes a big bite of one of the blueberry muffins. "Nd uhll ead dem." She says, with her mouth full of muffin. "But I wanted to know where I should start. Silicone in general is a cool invention. It's nice you guys have it now."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy bobs her head in a fast nod, "a pretty pricey one. It was a coupon for two but I went alone once and they let me keep the 'other meal' for that." She rests her hip against some furniture as she talks with her friend, hopefully real or she'll fall through it. "I take the 'you guys' to mean you had it before or mean humanity in general. Anyway the meal was for fixing up Mr. Shaw's baby BMW he brought to the shop. He liked my work and gave me the meals at The Hellfire Club."
Sprite	That just gets the redhead to start giggling. She covers her mouth after a few muffin crumbs fall out, and then swallows. "The Hellfire Club, huh?" She grins. "I can't picture you there."
Mercy Thompson	"Well the steak was delish. It wasn't the club part, just for a meal." Mercy shakes her head and says<, "I don't have the money to go into any sort of private area. I have no idea what you do in a place like that." Then Mercy has to ask, "Do... you have a membership?"
Sprite	"I do, in fact, have a membership." Sprite asks, eyes twinkling with mischief. "I could bring you as a guest, if you like."
Mercy Thompson	"You just said you can't picture me there." She then grins and says, "do you WANT me to see what is there. We could always do something to mess with people there." Because Mercy as a youth was a vicious prankster herself though likely not on Sprite's level.
Sprite	Sprite grins. "Well, you wouldn't be as much fun to bring there as SOME people would. You're not that uptight. BUT, I would be happy to take you there. If YOU want to see what is there." The short-haired redhead pops up into the air, literally hovering there crosslegged as she noshes the rest of her muffin.
Mercy Thompson	"Well I was just thinking we could go out and have a great meal together. A girls night. If you got something more in mind then we can definitely go for it." Mercy points to the floating Sprite, "you like the muffin?"
Sprite	"Well, if we're going to go to the Hellfire Club's more interesting areas, we'll have to have you attired properly. Otherwise, we can just go for a more mundane meal certainly. And anything else you'd like." She lazily drifts through the air into a small inverted tumble. "It's nice and tasty, yes." she says, currently upside down.
Mercy Thompson	Mercy laughs out and will try to boop the upside down girl's nose and say, "I can get the meal on my own later. If you don't want to Netflix and Chill as they say. Why don't we do something fun and you can show me more of your world? Just what sort of place is that club anyway?"
Sprite	"I can eat. I can chill. I can do lots of things. And the Hellfire Club was established in the early 1700's in London as a place for the wealthy and influential to indulge in..." And then she switches to a flawless RP British accent. "...acts of perversion and immorality." She switches back to her normal voice. "Basically, it was the internet before the internet. At least all the porny parts. And I can show you lots of things. It all boils down to what you'd like to do."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy lifts a brow and says, "I think I see what you meant earlier." The Walker though smiles wide at the accent switch, "Nicely done by the way, very not Marry Poppins," as Mercy does her own intentionally HORRIBLE accent. "I like messing with people at times and I worry my life is getting a bit... dull. And dull is dangerous for me. I'm waiting for that lightning strike."
Sprite	"You don't even wanna know how many languages I speak." Sprite says. "And why don't we go, then? It gives me an excuse to take you shopping first, and then we'll hit it up. I can pretend to be your girlfriend and we'll REALLY raise some eyebrows."
Mercy Thompson	"I would assume 'all' or.... wait! Do you know how to speak any Native American languages?" She then waves it off before Sprite can answer. "Later. I'm all for this idea. Let's go to this porno fetish club that you probable started when bored in the 1400 or something." She tips her head about the girlfriend part. "I assumed you were bi, but was that you being you or just making a pass at me?"
Sprite	Sprite answers in Navajo "Of course I do." She looks back. "Most of us are. Most of us have been multiple genders. And no, I was just thinking that if we show up and I start making out with someone, it'll freak the mundies." she explains.
Mercy Thompson	Mercy looks annoyed she didn't know what Sprite says. "Not even sure if that was my father's tribe or not." She looks at Sprite and says, "You lived as a boy. Two spirits or whatever they call it sometimes? That.... is kind of awesome Sprite. I mean I knew you were incredible before but. Dayum girl." Mercy wonders how bored the girl must be in life. "You aren't 'Orlando' or is that a sibling?" Mercy laughs at the freaking out others. "Oh I can fake it well enough I think for a good freak out. I like messing with the mundies."
Sprite	She laughs. "I'm not Orlando. But I've been male, and I've been female. Usually every twenty or twenty-five thousand years we change it up." Sprite shrugs. "Given me, I'm practically prepubescent either way, so it doesn't matter a whole lot."
Mercy Thompson	"I can't imagine living that long. I don't even know if you met others like me and how like my kind live." Mercy shakes her head with a grin. She looks over herself and then Sprite. "So what sort of outfits should we do? Where do you even GO to buy stuff like that?"
Sprite	"Well, they tend towards British Victorian-era. Really, you should see the queens in their full lingerie. So I'm thinking London for the shopping?" Sprite offers. "And I've met, or seen, almost everything, Mercy. It's one of the few things that sucks about being an Eternal. It's not just a name. We are...forever. And eventually, you've seen or done...everything."
Mercy Thompson	"Given how Mr Shaw dressed I can see that. Though he claimed to be a Penn Mountain boy from poverty." She won't call him a liar when he was nothing but nice. "That sounds rough," Mercy managing to keep pity from her voice as she speaks to Sprite. "So how should we dress up and I have trouble seeing you play the submissive pet."
Sprite	Sprite smirks. "Who said /I/ was gonna be the submissive one? And I don't know, we'll go try on some things. That's the fun part. So, commercial flight, or teleport?" she offers to Mercy.
Mercy Thompson	Mercy grins and says. "Oh wanting me on a lesh? Wouldn't be the first time. Though rarely as part of a umm intimate thing." Mercy shrugs her shoulder and says, "I think teleport? Gives us more time for fun right?"
Sprite	Sprite grins. "You said it." With a little shimmer of golden light, her dagger appears, and she smiles, before slicing a line in the empty air. The air reacts violently, with a boom shaking the place, and then a tube, a tunnel to elsewhere, appears in the air. "Let's do it!"
Mercy Thompson	Mercy knows what this means when she sees that dagger. So she's quick to cover her ears and open her mouth just before there is that BOOM of the tunnel opening. She makes sure to leave most stuff in Sprites room and just grabs the 'essentials' then moves to step through the tunnel. "Right there with you. Also we so have to make plans for Halloween to go wild and have some fun."
Sprite	Sprite smiles. "That sounds fun." She steps onto the streets of London, looking about at the old (from American standards) buildings, and looking back at the tunnel. Once Mercy steps through, the tunnel snaps shut behind them, irising down to a pinpoint before vanishing. The red-haired girl looks over. "We'll have a little walk. I didn't bring us in anywhere populated, obvs."
Mercy Thompson	The first thing Mercy always does after she teleports with mercy is to take a long slow deep breath. Taking in all the scents and feels of the area. She grins wide, "the history student in me is slightly squeeing about this. That's fine. I'm used to traveling." She puts her arm over Sprite's shoulders and walks along. "I'll avoid the joke of how the white person brought the Native to England."
Sprite	"Don't tempt me to put you in a Pocahontas costume. I'll do it." Sprite warns, as she starts on. Plenty of good choices, but Kensington High Street isn't far and is probably a good idea. Thankfully, you should be easy to shop for." She looks to the shops. "I'll have a harder time finding something that's in the vein of what I want, but I know some shops. Well, if they're still here. They were here in the eighties."
Mercy Thompson	"Pretty sure that's the wrong tribe," laughs Mercy as she walks along with Sprite. "So glad we don't live here. Too many cameras. I wonder if they got an 'X-files' branch in this country. "I'm surprised you don't just have a private tailor and send them pictures of what you like to get it custom made. I usually have to be careful with my color choices but not too difficult. I love to get to see where you like to have been."
Sprite	"/I/ already own outfits that will work just fine for the Hellfire Club. YOU'RE the one who just has boring clothes." Sprite tells her. "And like Johnny Cash, I've been everywhere, man." She smiles. "But I do have a soft spot for London. I lived here around the turn of the twentieth century. It was fun messing with people."
Mercy Thompson	"Hey!" Mercy starts to protest then stops. "No. You're right. I own like one black dress I got with the money I mad eon doing your car. Most everything else is... functional." She looks over at the short girl and asks, "how many stories are about you that involve tricksters and the like?" She looks at her body and says, "Well what sort of outfit am I getting? Leather, lace, something else? Nothing that I can't shift out off if possible."
Sprite	"Lots of them." Sprite admits. "I've been a lot of tricksters in fiction and mythology. Sometimes with their blessing, sometimes without. For example, I've been Coyote. But I'm not THE Coyote." Sprite explains. "And yes. Leather and lace. If you shift, you'll probably tear through the stuff, but that just means we buy you extra. Easy enough." She thinks about it. "No, you know what. Covent Garden. That's where we'll go." Sprite points. "I know a place, or at least they were among the best 20 years ago."
Mercy Thompson	"If you go 'I am your Father' I will be forced to exact unspeakable revenge." Mercy unable to smile through the not serious threat at all. "I have no idea what Covent Garden, but I'm game!" She is picking up her pace because she knows Sprite can keep up. She is heading out to see just what Sprite has in store.
Sprite	Off to the side, Darth Vader appears, with the upclenched fist. "No, /I/ am your father." He says, before disappearing again. "It's a shopping center." She starts over towards the shopping center with Mercy.
Mercy Thompson	"Vadar was a rodeo guy and Native American?! Mind..... blown" Mercy giggles as the illusion delivers the classic line. She walks to the complex Sprite is leading them and looks around. "Yeah this be outside my price range normally I bet. Then again I've always been kind of frugal."
Sprite	"Thankfully, not really a problem for me. I make money faster than I can spend it." She says, looking over to the other woman. "There used to be a good store here....there it is!" She points to one, and starts over to it.
Mercy Thompson	Mercy looks over at the store being pointed out. "Oh.... that looks nice! Glad I shaved today before visiting you." She grins over at Sprite and has that 'thinking face' she gets at times but keeps her thoughts to herself for the moment.
Sprite	Sprite's appearance changes as she covers herself in a more adult illusion. "After you." She motions for Mercy to get the door so that she can handle appropriate...Hellfire attire. She smiles. "Hit it."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy will open the door for them both as she steps inside and looks around. Her eyes widen a bit and she looks at what they offer and how skimpy some of these are. "Oh," her voice soft a moment. "Wow. You know for a woman that's used to being in the nude. I wouldn't think this would faze me but it sort of does."
Sprite	Sprite starts for the counter. "Hello there." She tells the clerk, in a perfect London accent. "Got an unusual request for you. My mum, Robin Goodfellow? She was here back in 2005, and got a custom order made. Going to need that same order, but scaled to fit /her/. She says as she looks to Mercy. "Whatever colors she likes, but same designs, same materials. Anything else she wants too, obviously." The clerk frowns a bit, before checking her computer and then eyes widening as she looks at the entry. "Of course, miss." she says.
Mercy Thompson	Mercy's good ears make her head look at that accent as she smiles slightly. Damn the girl is good. Woman, Mercy corrects. Sprite is no 'girl' and she should work to remember that. The name makes that small smile grow all the more. Robin Goodfellow indeed. Mercy offers a small wave. "I tend to do best in things that play off my darker skin, like reds, blues, and sometimes white can work." She looks to the woman from the shop. "I have tattoos I'm proud of and am in good shape. I suggest maybe things that show that off better?"
Sprite	The clerk nods. "Of course, ma'am. Let's get you measured? From there we can get the order and everything else you might want made." She says, clearly tempted by all the dollar signs. Sprite smiles. "I'll just take a look around the shop while you're considering."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy nods and tries to keep Sprite in her line of sight as she goes to follow the clerk and see about how to get measured. "Do you need me to remove any clothing for this to be sure? I don't know what Ms. Goodfellow ordered in the past." Well that and she very curious to see how it will go.
Sprite	The clerk nods. "If you'll head into the fitting room?" she offers. "And take off your clothing. I'll need skin measurements." She'll go to get a little basket with some measuring tape, and other implements, before moving to follow Mercy into the fitting room.
Mercy Thompson	Okay. So it is like that. Mercy will step into the room and start to strip down. Showing off her body doesn't have tan lines exactly. She wasn't lying either, because she is comfortable in the nude as she stands before the woman and waits to get measured. "So what's those other things for," looking at the implements and curious.