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The Mad Hatter

The Mad Hatter is a popular pub located on Iffley Road. The pub is known for its quirky decor and lively atmosphere, as well as its frequent live music performances. While the pub hosts a variety of music genres, including rock and blues, they also have regular jazz performances. In fact, they are a hub for music lovers, and welcome all genres of live music. In addition to the live music, The Mad Hatter is also known for its selection of craft beers, which they regularly rotate to feature new and interesting brews. They also offer a range of classic pub fare, such as burgers, fish and chips, and sandwiches. The pub has a cozy and eclectic interior, with mismatched chairs and tables, vintage posters and artwork on the walls, and a cozy fireplace. The Mad Hatter is a popular spot among locals and tourists alike, and is often busy on weekend nights. However, despite its popularity, the pub has a laid-back and friendly atmosphere, making it a great spot to grab a drink, enjoy some live music, and meet new people.
Jetty pulls up outside the bar, and Liam and Mehdi unpack the bass and walk into the already busy bar. The rest of the band are already setting up on stage and they nudge each other and wave at Liam as he enters, they'd obviously been worried he wouldn't show. Liam grins and waves back, heading for the stage, his eyes lingering on Leah the saxophonist. This is what he needed. Where most under his current predicament would have foregone the performance, he needed the reminder of what he was continuing his unlife for.
As much as Liam is a mysterious figure, clad in his worn leather jacket, playing his upright bass with a skill and passion that captivates the audience, he barely seems out of place with the rest of Jazz Quartet. Alajazzam is full of obvious rejects and fringe members of society, with a young local boy called Johnny on drums with his tiny frame but muscular arms, glasses and stripy long sleeved top which is so obviously cheap and overworn. A promising archaeologist named Kat on keyboard, pierced and dressed mostly in black aside from the long colourful rainbow knee socks, and Leah on the saxophone, who captures the audience with the melodic tones of her instrument, beautiful long brown hair, short but slender and comically out of proportion with her instrument. Her smile lights up the room with genuine joy and sends a warmth through Liam as he climbs onto the stage. Their music is unique and evocative, with the blend of the saxophone and the upright bass bringing out the best in each other. Liam's fingers slide effortlessly up and down the neck of his bass, producing a deep and resonant sound that reverberates throughout the room. Leah's saxophone plays in perfect harmony with Liam's bass, creating a mesmerizing and enchanting sound that leaves the audience breathless. As the night progresses, Liam finds himself lost in the music, his mind wandering back to a time long ago when he first discovered his love for jazz. He remembers the smoky clubs and the sultry sounds of the saxophone, and how he fell in love with the genre. His thoughts then turn to Leah, who he has been playing with for some time now. She is beautiful, with long, flowing hair and eyes that are as deep as the notes she plays on her saxophone. Liam knows that his feelings for Leah are impossible, and probably not even real but an echo of when he was able to feel for real in life. She is so full of life and warmth he cannot help but be drawn to her even as he was on the first day when he couldn't bring himself to feed from her. He often finds himself stealing glances in her direction, her playful flirty nature leaving it's mark on him. He feels a pang of regret that he can never be with her in the way that he desires, but he knows that he must continue to play with her, for the music they make together is magical and more and more the reason for his desire to continue his otherwise meaningless existence. As the night draws to a close, Liam plays the final notes of their set, the sound lingering in the air. He looks over at Leah, and their eyes meet briefly. Liam knows that he might not survive the week and feels the regret that he became tangled in these events rather than remaining in the background, playing his music. He resolves to try to extracate himself from his current situation and return to the life of the set musician. He looks down at Mehdi in the audience and gives him a half smile. Whilst the night was closing here, there's had barely begun.
After helping to set Liam up, Mehdi dutifully sets up his camera, tripod, and mic to record Alajazzam's set, with Liam front and center in the frame of course. As the show goes on, Mehdi eventually steps over to nearby Daxon and then nods in the direction of the cat who has sat himself on Liam's guitar case off to the side of the stage with the other equipment. "Have you had a chance to look at one of them up close? Any chance you can talk to it?"
One of the reasons why the Lost are so hard to shock , Daxon thinks, is because we've had the master course in Making the Bizarre Ordinary taught to us by true masters.   So when the Terror Toad approaches from the Hedge behind the garage door, Daxon nods with a wry smile. It was more than the mortal proverb of expecting the unexpected. It was transcending expectations altogether. When you have no expectations at all, it's impossible to be surprised. And when the Kindred climbed aboard, he nodded and smiled. I wonder what he sees? A van? A panel truck? So the jaded changeling is utterly unprepared for the music from Alajazzam. In Arcadia, he'd heard perfection and beyond perfection, music that would melt the minds of most of the folk at the Mad Hatter. This was different. This was full of life, sultry and unpredictable and dazzling food for the soul. "Thank you, Mehdi. I needed this, and I didn't even know it."  He falls silent, most of his mind under the sway of the music. Enough of his paranoid survival mechanism remains free of the music's magic that he still scans the room out of the corners of his eyes, looking for other spooky folk. At a club named the Mad Hatter? How could there not be... he would have to call Dorothea in the morning and check in. Julian M. said: After helping to set Liam up, Mehdi dutifully sets up his camera, tripod, and mic to record Alajazzam's set, with Liam front and center in the frame of course. As the show goes on, Mehdi eventually steps over to nearby Daxon and then nods in the direction of the cat who has sat himself on Liam's guitar case off to the side of the stage with the other equipment. "Have you had a chance to look at one of them up close? Any chance you can talk to it?" Speaking of spooky... "No I haven't, actually. And I think we can talk to it all day... the bigger question is, will the cat talk back?"   He shrugs and wanders over to Liam's feline-appearing... guardian?  "Hello... I'm called Daxon. May I sit and talk with you for a moment?"
Aramalian said: "Thank you, Mehdi. I needed this, and I didn't even know it."  He falls silent, most of his mind under the sway of the music.  Mehdi has seen Liam and his bandmates play dozens of times, and while the music is undeniably incredible and different every time, the camera between himself and the stage is often a barrier to truly getting lost in it. But hearing Daxon's words and watching as the other Changeling sways, Mehdi can't help but get caught up as well. He doesn't respond, simply smiling back and nodding with a blush that rises to his cheeks and the tips of his chiropteran ears.  Aramalian said: Speaking of spooky... "No I haven't, actually. And I think we can talk to it all day... the bigger question is, will the cat talk back?"   He shrugs and wanders over to Liam's feline-appearing... guardian?  "Hello... I'm called Daxon. May I sit and talk with you for a moment?" "Oh, no, uhm... yeah I don't think that will work." he says later as they make their way over to Liam's little guardian. "I couldn't even talk to it when I was in panther form. Khalid, the mage, had to use some sort of spell to communicate with it. They might be fae in origin but I think they are really just cats. I was hoping you might have some Wyrd ability that would let you speak to it, or to sense something about it. The Autumn Court didn't give you anything to go off of?"
Daxon laughs out loud. "No way. They made me something cold and silent and watchful. That's it."  He crosses his legs and sits next to the guitar case and reaches a hand out towards the cat, palm up. "Can I pet you?"
Liam's cat examines Daxon critically, before slinking up to the changeling and rubbing against his leg. Seemingly satisfied, the cat hops up into Daxon's lap and stretches herself out to be scratched.
Daxon feels strangely overwhelmed with emotion and his eyes well up a little as the cat stretches out in his lap. "Lovely one..." he murmurs as one hand rubs the back of the cat's neck and the other scritches the cat's chest right between the front legs. "I think you do understand me,"  he smiles and continues his gentle ministrations.
The cat purrs back at Daxon and and turns to grant him better access to her chest.
At first Mehdi feels a pang of disappointment that Daxon is unable to garner any more information from the cat in this moment, but watching the Changeling tenderly bonding with the little feline is enough to dispel the feeling. He cracks a smile and leaves them to cuddle, resuming his recording duties. Once the show has wrapped up, the audience has given their emphatic applause, and the band begins to break down, Mehdi steps up to Liam to assist. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?” he asks, speaking low.
"We need to talk, privately. Then we need to find somewhere safe. Things are heating up and I'm not sure I can put out the fire." Liam rubs his temples. "Did you post that video from the other night?" He smiles from beyond the stress. "If I'm going out, I'm doing it on a high. Right?"
Another mention of this danger that Liam has supposedly gotten himself into, and the worry that he tried to dispel earlier grows. He’s never heard the Kindred speak like this.  “Uhm, no, sorry I haven’t had a chance to. But I did happen to find somewhere safe actually. In the Hedge. If we do need to lay low for a bit its probably our best bet.”
Liam's eyebrows raise and his face brightens. "You may have saved my unlife there, but let's hope it doesn't come to it." He casts his eyes around to where Daxon is playing with his cat, and lowers his voice as he gives a grin. "Now, firstly, what I'm about to tell you doesn't mean I think any less of you, or that you do not do a fantastic job for me. I hope you will understand that this will help us all, but I have decided it is time for me to have children." He smirks letting it sink in. "Temporarily at first, but one has real promise and I think could make a good permanent addition to our team." He pauses to guage Mehdi's reaction. "That's the good news, at least I hope you think so."
Mehdi's eyes nearly pop out of his head. Images of the narcissistic vampire rockstar settling down and raising a family flash through his mind briefly, before the reality of the Kindred's words sets in. "Oh, like you're gonna sire someone?" he chuckles. "I swear for a second I almost thought... nevermind. Yeah it's fine by me, the more the merrier." Mehdi sneaks a glance towards Daxon. "I really just met this guy, but he's got something about him. Changelings are more powerful when we work together, and he's got an in with the Autumn Court," he shrugs, it's clear he hasn't fully set his mind on the idea. "But I'm hesitant to drag anyone into your Kindred shit. What's the bad news?
"The bad news is kindred shit I'm afraid." He shakes his head  "I want out of it too. But I had to move the gift box, because I'd already made the appointment. You weren't answering so I got that Michael to help. He saw the shoe and he's not answering my messages so I assume he's out of my power now. Anyway, the gift was not well received and I've been ordered to clear up the mess. That means getting rid of some of our old acquaintances. Honestly, I hate the thought, but what option do I have?"
Mehdi's face pales.  "You don't mean... Eve and Rae?" he speaks their names in a whisper. "Or Khalid? Why would we need to get rid of any of them?"
Liam shakes his head. "Not Khalid, my mistress was uninterested in him, and Eve, I don't know how she expects me to manage that one. But this is why I worry I will need an escape, if I don't perform the distasteful act and pull off the impossible, it will be my mistress who wants my head, if I manage, then I will have even more enemies." He cradles his temples in his hands.  "I never wanted this, I only wanted to play my music. Silas led us on this stupid investigation, Eve and Rae woke up their leader, and now it seems I am left with the terrible choice and no good options "
"We'll figure it out. There's gotta be some way out of this." Mehdi says, placing a hand on Liam's shoulder. It remains there as his eyes go distant, searching for some answer that might lie behind the dirty bar floor. Finally he turns back as a thought occurs to him. "Maybe we don't actually have to do anything. Khalid was able to use magic to talk to one of the Kindred cats. First of all they come from Faerie, second of all they were sent for some reason to protect you guys from a faction of mages that has it out for vampires I guess. So..." he grimaces and shrugs, "Yeah that's another danger we have to look out for, BUT maybe these bad mages will take care of Eve for us. Or maybe they'll just cause enough trouble for Kindred society generally that your mistress will have bigger things to deal with than you cleaning up a mess you didn't make."
Liam frowns. "You make a lot of sense, this is why I need you around. We just have to hope the mages go for them before me." He pulls out his phone texting his new ghouls. Change of plan. Find the homes of the two vampires. Do not engage unless I say. "Now, tell me about this thing you found?"
Now Mehdi smiles wide.  “There are little empty pockets of the Hedge called Hollows. Changelings can occupy these pockets, turn them into homes, secret bases, fortresses even. I found one, decent size too. Even if your enemies were smart enough to figure out that you could be hiding in the Hedge, it would take a lot for them to figure out how to find you there.”
Liam bites his lip. "That sounds interesting, is it safe? And you would be willing to share it's location with me?"
Mehdi cocks his head to one side, not in offense, but in confusion to Liam’s question.  “Of course.” Wyrd binding aside, Liam has been Mehdi’s only real friend since his durance, up until the other day. But of course he is Kindred, and though Mehdi believes that Liam does value those around him for more than their usefulness and blood, he still lacks that comfortable warmth of humanity. Another of his kind would likely hold a safe haven over the vampire’s head to extort him somehow. ”It’s not impenetrable, but unless the Kindred after you hire goblins or Huntsmen I really doubt they’ll ever be able to find it. Plus we’ll have Jetty there, and in the unlikely event we do have to make a run for it off into the Hedge, well I know my way around better than most. I mean,” he scratches his beard in consideration. “There is the time thing. Could be a problem for keeping up with your classes and shows but,” he shrugs, “Better than ending up like Silas, or worse.”
Liam smiles. "You are a good friend. And you are right. If it interferes with work, maybe I will finally make a go of the music career. Musicians are supposed to be unreliable right?" He chuckles. "Now, shall we upload these videos and see my fans?"
Mehdi nods and smiles in return. ”At your office? Or… did you want to check out the Hollow now? I have to park Jetty anyway, we could just ride straight there. If there’s no internet we could just step into my flat, the door to the Hollow is in my kitchen.”
Liam nods. "I would like to see this place. Let's go. Are we bringing your new friend?"
“Hey, Daxon,” Mehdi says, stepping back towards the other Changeling. “I think we’re actually going to head back to the Hollow so I can show Liam, if you wanna come.” As he says this he glances down at the cat still in Daxon’s lap. ”I wonder… maybe it’d be talkative in the Hedge.”
Daxon looks up and shrugs, then looks back down at the cat. He stops his scratching and asks the cat,  "Are you ready to go? I bet Mehdi has some tasty treats stashed away."