multiversallogs | A toast to that invincible bunch [OPEN]

Who: Mina and YOU
What: A "thank God we're not dead" party
Where: Common Room, Valhalla Inn
When: Wednesday evening
Notes: Party log; please specify if you're tagging someone in particular, or if it's open season on your character
Warnings: Angering Mina probably results in unhappiness

There were two things Mina rarely did; over-indulge and wear dresses. Tonight, she decided, was a night to throw both inhibitions to the wind. And so, as she made her way up to the common room, she made her way in style, wearing a slinky crimson gown with no back and a plunging neckline. She looked good. Classy, as any society woman of her day. Well, the 1930s, anyway, since she would always consider her day to be the 1720s, really. The only drawback of the dress was that it left both her pirate brand and her Valkyrien Amazon tattoo uncovered, but at this point, Mina was fairly certain that no one would recognize or care about either marking.

The room had been arranged to her satisfaction. She enjoyed ostentation immensely, but opted for a more low-key take on the celebrations. The lights were pleasantly dimmed and there was jazz music playing out of some marvelous contraption that Mina had borrowed. Around the room, she had a few trays of food arranged. Since Mina had no sense of taste to speak of, she hired someone to take care of the food and drinks. The only culinary arrangement she had made for herself was a special mixed drink; store-bought blood (dreadful though it was) laced with ample amounts of rum. That was being kept under a table for now.

She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting the angle of her fedora slightly. There was no telling what to expect tonight. And frankly, given her experiences in Chicago, she probably should have known better to arrange for any kind of public affair. But Mina was in a bad mood and when she was in a bad mood, she tended to revert into her flippant, false persona to spare herself of too much thought. Besides, she was in the mood to dance with someone handsome.

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Well, he was handsome, no doubt about it.

How many bad ideas had begun with Anna telling herself exactly that? Still, she'd never been with a spade before, and she was curious. Not to mention a far more dangerous emotion: bored.

She begins a sauntering walk over, one hand already coyly at her hip, her beaded cocktail dress swinging (oh so scandalously) just above her knees.

"Hello, good-looking. I think you ought to talk to me."

"Oh? Why's that?" she says with a bit of a grin. Sure, it's nice to be greeted as 'good-looking', and for all she knows that's just how Baedalites talk, but Njoki has a sneaking suspicion that there's one or two unpleasant surprises in store for this woman.

The man's voice is a touch higher than she expected. A strange combination with the firmly muscled body, she notes.

It's easy enough for Anna to slip into what she thinks of as her "old self." Audrey's club hadn't been just a job, and Chicago hadn't been just a city, but this girl -- confident, a vamp and she knows it and she knows you want it -- is who she's happiest being.

Her expression is teasing -- somewhere between a pout and a grin.

"I don't have anyone to talk to yet. I imagine I could wait for some gentleman or other to approach me, but as it turns out, this evening I'm not in the mood for patience." She leans in conspiratorially. "Isn't that lucky?"

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"I've never had much patience for gentlemen myself," she says with a small smile. "So I think you're in good company."

"Njoki, but Ki'll do if you can't manage it," she responds with a phrase that while earnest is said entirely by rote. No matter how often she introduces herself, Njoki never really expects anyone to get her name right. "And you?"

"Oh," she says. Then it hits her, all horrible embarrassment and awkwardness and she does not usually make mistakes like this and what was that word Mina used? sapphite? "Oh."

She takes a step back, hands straying to tidy her dress (it looks just fine) for the sake of giving them something to do besides covering her face.

"I- " If Anna were mortal, she would be flushing deeply; as it is, she struggles to regain her composure.

"Yes, of course, they can be terrible pigs sometimes, can't they?" A smile and nervous laugh. "My name is Anna. Anna Demirovna. A pleasure, Ms. Njoki."

She doesn't extend a hand, though.

"They can indeed, Ms Demirovna," she says with her mixed North African French accent adding an interesting twist to the vowels in Anna's name. Njoki's grin is toothy and only slightly amused at Anna's expense. "There's no need to be embarrassed; I'm used to this sort of introduction."

"What year are you from, if you don't mind. I'm at 2010, so things are a bit more..."

"Different. I can imagine," she replies quickly, relieved for the excuse for her mistake, for the explanation for Njoki's strange appearance, and for the opportunity to change the subject.

"I am from 1932, and given the state of things then, I can only imagine what you future-types get up to. I'm curious to hear whether your parties put ours to shame." A pause, then she adds, warily aware of how strange it will sound, "The world...hasn't ended, has it?"

"Not recently," she replies laconically, before elaborating. "No, it didn't end, although we got pretty close sometimes. I don't know if I ought to be spilling the beans on history but it gets worse, then it gets better."

"If you can improve on flying fleshcrafted monstrosities and Los Angeles floating out to sea..." she half-mutters to herself, "...I can't complain with that report."

Anna cocks her head. It's worth recovering from the shock of the strange woman's gender if it gets her a good story (the very best form of gossip).

"Not recently, though? Surely you can give me better details than that."

"Nothing more exciting than the way humanity likes to treat each other when it can." There's a pause as she scowls, almost bearing her teeth. "No magic, no wonders, just plain ugliness."

A toast to that invincible bunch [OPEN]

gender confusion is go go go

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what's that, the slowest of tags? amazing.

/turtles along