Wink ended up spending the night after all, as right after she exited the bath, she laid down on the couch and accidentally fell asleep. At first, Kyung-Soon minded, but minded less as she was now able to sleep in Tegwen's room with her. The only downside was that the elf opted to sleep on the floor. That was just the sort of person that Tegwen was. She was tired from working all day, however, and walked an extra block or so in order to inform Wink's compatriots of her whereabouts and whether or not she was fine. Then, the group parted ways the following morning after awkward goodbyes.

It had been a long time since Wink had slept that well. It was a shame, as she now had to go back to sleeping in a tent. Even worse, the group was running out of things to burn to keep the fire going. Luckily for them, the council was meeting that very day in order to work out an arrangement for them.

All members of the Round Table conference gathered and spoke with the two demons of their plan to create a new supernatural city. The plan was well-received, for the most part, but there were problems. The largest two concerns were finances as well as when they could get it done. There was no way to even begin building anything until early spring, due to the weather, and people needed shelter days ago. People were freezing. They were starving. They were literally dying in the streets. If aid did not come to them within the next few days, then they would eliminate the demand by simply dying out.

"Do you even have any ideas for a location?" asked sir Kirkland with one bushy eyebrow raised.

"There are several testing sites and bases still owned by the government with no plan for use." Ciel informed. "They have been abandoned. They serve no purpose other than to decay. Surely it would be no difficult task to spare one such place in order to house a few supernaturals?"

"What about shelter?" asked Sir Sharma, twirling his mustache. "Is there any garunteed place to stay?"

"We have seen firsthand what the resourcefulness of a group of supernaturals can do." the Watchdog spoke with confidence. He was absolutely certain of what he was saying. "They turned the Maunsell Fort into something habitable. Look at the ships that we captured. They built some of those. Give them tools, materials, and a few instruction manuals, and they can do anything."

"Sounds reasonable." Sharma said with a smile. "And you said that you would donate some funds for the cause?"

"Gladly." nodded the Phantomhive. "I can't give you much, but it should go a long way."

"My concern is in the now, however..." said Sir Midford, staring down at his folded hands that rested on the table. He wore a troubled expression as he spoke. "What are those people going to do? We still need to create a temporary fix before we can plan long-term."

This, Ciel did not have a plan for. There was no patch for him to apply. There was no instant fix that he could fathom. Or rather, he didn't want to fathom it. Alas, his husband, bless his heart, did.

"Surely there's space in one of our massive houses." suggested the menace, causing the others to recoil back a bit. He didn't understand the expressions on everyone else's faces right away. He was especially concerned because his husband had the same reaction as the others.

"Mister Phantomhive," addressed Sir Greendown after clearing his throat, "We aren't equipped to handle supernatural beings..."

"We are." Alois replied thoughtlessly, much to his husband's dismay. The palm of the bluenette's hand met his forehead as Integra smirked, but her sly expression did not last for long. "Integra is, too. In fact, she's more equipped than anybody."

"Jim," the Hellsing woman began, "I do not wish to have strange people in my home, especially when they were once sworn enemies of the state."

"You have a military base full of guards, though."

"Jim-"

"I understand Integra's sentiment entirely, which is why I do not wish to open up my home as well." Ciel interrupted, saving the Hellsing woman from having to justify herself. She did not appreciate being interrupted, but allowed it, regardless.

"True..." Alois conceded. "It's just that it's a quick solution to the problem. Most of us could be ready right away. Does anybody have like, a second home or a beach house or something nearby?"

The room was mostly filled with answers of "no", but there was the occasional shrug. Those who shrugged were obviously fibbing, but Alois said nothing out of politeness. Even Ciel was deep in thought, as he did recall owning one such property, but was uncertain as to whether or not it was still in his possession or even if it was still standing.

"Integra," the blue Phantomhive finally called. "Can you look back through files from the 1950's or so to see what all properties I was returned?"

"Do you have an idea?" questioned Integra.

"Possibly. If it's still standing, it's probably a mess, but that's nothing a little magic can't fix." the man replied. "At one time, I owned a townhouse in London. If I still own it, I would be willing to allow them to stay there."

"They would require supervision."

"Provide it to them, then." the Phantomhive replied, unknowing that his husband's mind was racing. Now he too, had a long-term plan, or rather, an idea for one.

"Ciel." he whispered, calling his husband over to him. It wasn't discreet, but it worked.

"What is it?" Ciel questioned, leaning so that the other demon could whisper in his ear. Those around them were simply left to watch as the duo conversed quietly to themselves. It was a good while until either of them looked back at the others, but they continued to talk.

"Is there something that you would like to share, hm?" asked Sir Kirkland, his tone dripping with passive-aggression. Before long, both demons turned around to face their audienc.

"Indeed there is, good sir!" playfully replied the menace. "We have a business proposition for you."

"Go on." allowed Integra with a wave of her hand. She, like everyone else at that table, was curious as to what ridiculous plan the Phantomhives had concocted this time.

"Well, you see, most homelessness in Gehenna occurs when people are trapped 'in between' our worlds. In other words, from the time they are in the system, to the time where they receive their housing assignment." Ciel explained with a smug grin on his face. "This townhouse could possibly be the solution to that problem long-term. It would be the 'in-between' for those who cannot find a supernatural family willing to take them in out of the goodness of their hearts. With a small injection of funds and man-power, we can make this happen."

"What do you mean?" asked Sharma. "I thought you were going to do it for free?"

"Well, people need to eat, don't they?" answered Alois with a question of his own. "Furthermore, there needs to be water and electricity. Maybe even wi-fi, if we hook them up to the system. As for staff, we will need H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. gaurds, and a way to provide a paycheck for everyone else."

"'Everyone else'?"

"Indeed. It will be cleaned and maintained by supernaturals, thus providing them with income." stated the bluenette.

"That's your housekeeper, receptionist, handyman, gardener, cook…" Alois listed off. "All that good shit- I mean stuff." he corrected, remembering that Integra was watching. "We'll also need the bus to run by there."

"And you'll take care of the rest?" questioned Greendown, raising a brow. "Recruitment and all?"

"Of course. The only thing that we cannot handle is the assignment of the guards." Ciel replied. "It is a simple task, so long as the property is still mine."

After a pause, Integra stood up and began collecting her things. "I will verify as to whether or not this townhouse you speak of was returned to you or not. In the meantime, please come up with a backup plan just in case."

"Yes, Sir." the Phantomhives answered in unison, although accidentally.

"Meeting adjourned." the Hellsing woman said as she stood up to leave. The rest soon followed.

Now, the demonic duo had no real intention of managing the townhouse if this plan came into fruition. That would befall to someone else. In actuality, the duo simply were offering the building for H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G.'s use. Once they had worked out a system, they would most likely sell it to the organization if Ciel no longer felt any sentimental value in it.

Rather than a business deal, they were simply doing their duty. They were asked to come up with a solution, and they did, no matter how shoddy and reckless it was. Obviously, there was going to need some readjusting to this plan, but that was for another day. Right now, they had to wait until they were informed that it was feasible at all.


A/N: Do I know where I'm going with all of this? Nope. Not one bit.

I probably should have taken a few days off to sort out everything including a plot, but no. I was craving to write some shit. So here's some shit.

Enjoy.

Literally the biggest problem with this damn series is that I've got shit going on all over the place. Characters are everywhere doing all kinds of things, and I can't keep track of them all. Should we be checking up on Audrey, Dan, Kris, and Travis? Probably. What about Charlotte and Amelie? You bet! What about those few remaining S.O. members in Norway including Blackwood? I most certainly should be! What am I gonna do instead, though?

Make the world even more unnecessarily big.

More shit to keep up with. Fantastic! Genius has struck again!

I literally came up with this idea in the car on my way home today. I have not thought about this.

Leave me a review and tell me what you think of this nonsense. Is the world of DLTD getting too big? Tell me. I need to know.

I NEED to know...

I have no idea what I'm doing pls help im scared what am i doing where is this going oh my god

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!