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Adrian Veidt ([personal profile] defenestration) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-09-30 05:32 pm

Costume Party in Honor of Lex Luthor's Birthday [OPEN]

As stated on the invitation, Adrian is throwing a costume party to celebrate Lex's twenty-fifth birthday at the Luthor-Veidt Building in Brock Marsh. Everyone is welcome, whether they know Lex or not. There's plenty of food and free alcohol (mostly wine, fancy beer, and champagne), music and a space for dancing, and room to mingle and make new friends. Some simple and classy decorations, purple of course, have been put up on the first and second floors to create a festive atmosphere.

(A note to those who might try to take the opportunity to go snooping: security is insanely tight. The elevators will not go beyond the first and second floors without a special code, and there's an elevator operator who is very obviously there to make sure you don't try anything funny. The stairwells are likewise under guard and the private areas of the first floor are locked and under camera surveillance.)



[ooc: Please wait until a few threads are set up before tagging! Party time! Everyone is welcome!

Note: I've turned off notifs so if you need my attention in a specific spot, please PM or plurk me.]

[identity profile] last-libertine.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
It might appear to the casual observer that Evan is networking like a pro, but in fact that is the latent function of what he's actually doing, which is flirting up a storm. To say he isn't serious about any of it is something of an understatement (and when is he serious about anything, anyway); he arrived here yesterday and has no intention of trying to go home with anybody. He's just enjoying himself.

To that end, he notices Ilde quite a while before he tries approaching her. First he finishes his conversation with someone dressed minimally but elegantly in bright feathers, then moves on to someone wearing armor so decorative it's unlikely to hold up to a butter knife. When that seems to be panning out, he withdraws, theatrically glances around as if now tired of such lively interaction, and with transparently calculated charm, sits himself easily and neatly as you please on Ilde's couch.

"Hullo, do excuse me, but if I may ask, are you dressed up as someone in particular? I've been turning it over and over in my head but I'm just not sure."

[identity profile] manipulativni.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Katherine's acquired a flute of champagne for herself - she may start on the stronger stuff later on, but for the time being she wants to be alert, and her metabolism is strong and quick enough that champagne doesn't effect her much, if at all. She's dressed as a 1920s flapper (http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lscr67Lci61qgigt3o1_500.png), having found both a wig and dress similar to the ones she had decades ago. Combined with a bit of period-appropriate jewelry, shoes, and make-up, they made a perfect costume for the party. (She just hopes that this one doesn't end with her being shut away in a tomb.)

[identity profile] manyshapes.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Raven has nabbed herself a drink and made her way upstairs, after enjoying a little dancing. The exertion doesn't seem to have bothered her teased up red hair (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=37689817) at all, but she's removed the mask and sets it down on a smile side table as she finds herself a place to sit and take a breather.
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[personal profile] rhinemaid 2011-10-01 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
After a moment of frank, amused scrutiny - tastes like wizard, she decides, they're everywhere lately - she smiles, slightly, drawing the hem of her gown up her ankle to display the glass (or they look like glass, anyway, they came from an upmarket shoe store here in the city and may be anything) heels. "Cinderella," she supplies, "from the story."

Mysteriously brunette- it's not a mystery, Ilde just doesn't think she suits paler hair colours. And she's right, so there's that.

"I didn't want to be stuck behind a mask all night, you understand." What with how he's sans-helmet, yes. At some point she did acquire a mask - a fine, elegant little white thing - but it's conveniently attached to a glass wand, all the better to swing idly and possibly hit people with instead of getting tired of pressing it against her face.
Edited 2011-10-01 08:46 (UTC)
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[personal profile] goodeintentions 2011-10-01 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
"No, ma'am," Aimery answered as he stood up from tucking a present underneath the table, brushing the tablecloth back into place. He smiled at her warmly, gloved hands clasped in front of him, "They're for those who are without a costume for whatever reason."

He wasn't going to interrogate anyone as to why they might need the mask. Maybe they were poor or illiterate. It didn't matter, so long as they had fun and didn't make trouble. After a brief pause he tilted his head slightly, eyebrows raised under his mask (he kept forgetting they were hidden), "Those with costumes are welcome to try them on though, if they like."

Meaning, he wasn't suggesting she needed a mask, but he wouldn't slap her hands away from them either.

[identity profile] manyshapes.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Raven has made a beeline to the designated dance floor, and although she recognizes almost none of the music, that doesn't mean it can't be danced to. It's not so loud that she can't hear conversation, though, and she'll definitely dance with anyone who wants to join her.

Between the extremely realistic-looking red hair and the mask (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=37689817), she may not be instantly recognizable to those who already know her, either.
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[personal profile] rhinemaid 2011-10-01 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
A white mask attached to a glass wand catches her eye and, granted permission that she probably wouldn't have been looking for in the first place (...faeries), she turns it over in her hands, admiring. It does suit her accessories...

Holding it up over her eyes with the wand, she turns an easy smile on Aimery: "What do you think? -I don't know your name. You must've started here after I finished with the interior design. Ilde Decima."

Sometimes she just runs thoughts together, it happens.
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[personal profile] patricide 2011-10-01 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
Lex isn't the type to become flustered, especially considering his past lifestyle as a partier that would make even the boldest of people blush. When Evan leans in Lex remains where he is and gives a slight grin.

"Thank you, though I doubt I'll be needing that luck as far as conquests are concerned." He gives Evan a blatant, but not at all serious, once over and puts the ball of trolling back in the other man's court.
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[personal profile] aviophobia 2011-10-01 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Trailing after him like a cranky shadow is one Dr. Leonard McCoy, CMO of the USS Enterprise, dressed in a sport coat, slacks, and a shirt with a simple black half-mask strapped over his face. He is, as he will snappishly inform anyone who asks, dressed as a lack of effort.

And he is accompanied, quite literally, by a horse's ass.

Thank God the city of Baedal has a good stock of very nice flasks.
goodeintentions: ({ Eyebrows up.)

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[personal profile] goodeintentions 2011-10-01 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Aimery, too, had wondered why everyone was hot as fuck. Perhaps not quite in those mental words though. The way Evan approached, with his bare skin and cool confidence, had Aimery's attention before he was even addressed. He answered in an equally mock-grand tone as he took the envelope, even managing to put on a serious face to go with it, "I shall see that he receives it safely."

"Thank you on his behalf, Mr..." he glanced down at the envelope's face as he spoke, intending to get a name, but there wasn't one. Aimery held it up slightly, head tilted in inquiry, "I don't see a name on this, who shall I say it's from? Or is it inside?"
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[personal profile] patricide 2011-10-01 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
Lex takes one look at the costume and laughs. It's not a large show of amusement, no expression Lex chooses to show ever is, but it's genuine.

He approaches the horse's back end and addresses the stranger. "You're making me wish we decided to do a costume contest."
goodeintentions: ({ Douchebag.)

[personal profile] goodeintentions 2011-10-01 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
Aimery was instructed to have fun since it was a party, but his forays away from the vestibule consisted mostly checking in on various things, making sure everyone was having fun in a safe fashion, that the caterers were doing their jobs, etc. Sometimes he managed to relax and have a chat, even had himself a slice of delicious cake, but never managed to linger too long before he saw someone spill something —he tried to be discreet with his usage of his power when that happened, covering his hand with a napkin to hide it as he cleaned up— or lighting up a cigarette and needing to be told to take it outside.

Until later in the evening, that was, when he figured his task as greeter was finished and he had more freedom. By then he'd tired of his breastplate and abandoned it upstairs in his room; as much as he liked appearing as if he had that kind of fine muscle structure, he didn't have that kind of muscle structure and it wasn't worth carting it around. Once he could move properly, Aimery got to socializing properly between 'work' as well- having some cake, working his way through a few glasses of champagne for himself, even dancing a little (on the dance floor, of course) when a song he recognized came on.
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Re: The Second Floor

[personal profile] gotbottle 2011-10-01 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
Rachel wanders into one of the guest suites. She's here with Jack but he's off chatting with someone he knows--thank goodness for being able to come with someone who doesn't expect her at his side the entire evening. She spies a couch where she can perch without interrupting any private conversations; there are people around but that corner, at least, doesn't have anyone sitting very close or speaking in low voices.

She moves toward the couch, her left hand grasping a tiny bit of the side of her red dress, to make sure she doesn't tread on the hem as she walks. (A dubious pair of plastic red horns on a headband, meant to be devil's horns, turn this very nice dress into a costume. Shut up, they do.)

She plops down unceremoniously with a relieved sigh, and she bends to slip off a high-heeled shoe. She doesn't wear them very often and so far tonight has been an exercise in whoa these suck and don't fall over.

She shifts to slide the other one off, and she sets them together on the carpet, mashing her toes into the soft pile to try to return some feeling to them.
Edited 2011-10-01 06:30 (UTC)
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[personal profile] rhinemaid 2011-10-01 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Practise makes perfect, you know," Ilde contributes conversationally, settling casually on the edge of the sofa's arm beside Rachel with her usual attitude toward other people's personal space ('more of a guideline than a rule'). "Hello, ladies."

...because the evening would be incomplete if she didn't have something to say about Rachel's cleavage.

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
Coming up behind Ilde is somebody who looks just like her, costumewise, except for a striking difference in hair color. This woman is blonde and looks just like all the storybook version of Cinderella. How about that? Interesting, isn't it?

This Cinderella doesn't have any manners because as soon as she gets close enough to Ilde, she snatches the mask away from the brunette to inspect it and perhaps wear it herself. "Cute. Not too bad for free gear," she muses with a smirk.

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
It's still a little early in the night, but this Cinderella--the real one--is reclining on a couch, already drunk. She's not utterly lost on herself; no, she's still clear enough to remember to say her name is Cynthia and laugh at jokes about her true identity but in costume for. Her glass slippers are long gone and she's hiking the skirt of her dress up far too much, but Cindy just doesn't give a fuck. She's not on a mission and she's grown. She can do what she wants, okay?
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[personal profile] aviophobia 2011-10-01 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
Once he has escaped from his best friend, whom right now he hates with the passion of a thousand fiery suns, McCoy makes his way upstairs, following his nose to the bar. To augment the flask tucked into the inside pocket of his sport jacket, he gets a bourbon - neat, thanks. No need to water it down.

He pushes the black half-mask up a little so he can take a swig of it as he settles on one of the couches, crossing his legs at the knee, and watching the people mill around.

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
Cindy is nice. Cindy is sweet. Cindy is nice and sweet enough to have brought Lex a gift that she thought long and hard over and decided that nothing else would have done just as well.

A peanut. One single peanut. At least it's still shelled and tied with a bit of red ribbon. Only the best will do for her trolling victims.

"Happy birthday. Now hold out your hand," she commands as she walks up to him dressed from head to toe in true Cinderella costume (spoiler note: her real outfit looked nothing like this.)
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[personal profile] captaincocksure 2011-10-01 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
Jim turns to say something to Bones and realizes he's not there. Oh, Christ, please tell him his CMO didn't just run off and leave him there. He turns, and grins, when he discovers this is not the case.

It doesn't occur to him that maybe Bones is trying not to be seen with him, so he waits for his friend to catch up, clapping him on the shoulder. "This is going to be great. Just you wait."
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[personal profile] captaincocksure 2011-10-01 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Jim turns to face the man addressing him, his bright smile taking on a pleased, humble cast. "You're very kind. I'm sure this would be much more impressive with the other half, though."

He extends a hand for a handshake. "Jim Kirk."
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[personal profile] goodeintentions 2011-10-01 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
Aimery had given Lex a few smiles earlier in the evening as he passed on his errands; unlike certain other House of Ego residents, he wasn't keeping an eye on him on purpose. It was later in the evening —after he'd ditched his annoying breastplate— before he actually found a time when they were both otherwise unoccupied. He headed over to where Lex was loitering, holding a pair of champagne flutes in one hand (one about 3/4 full, he was thirsty ok) and a cupcake with a single unlit candle behind his back with the other.

"Have you had cake yet?"
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[personal profile] patricide 2011-10-01 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
Lex is busily conversing amid a group when two of the partygoers start talking amongst themselves, giving him a moment to pause and survey the room for himself. He catches Adrian looking at him and he notes that it's not for the first time.

Looking through the crowd and making eye contact with Adrian, he raises his glass in return, looking pleased with how well the party is going. He looks over the rim as he drinks before resuming conversation. While speaking Lex turns his head again, catching Adrian's glance and using a hand gesture not meant for his audience (though that's what it would look like from a passing glance) to motion toward an area less crowded.
goodeintentions: ({ Diplomacy.)

[personal profile] goodeintentions 2011-10-01 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
Aimery's smile widened with obvious approval as the first woman held up the mask, "It looks lovely, M-"

The mask was rudely yanked away by some other woman who- Oh. Her. Just as kind in person, apparently. Aimery cleared his throat loudly and gave her a pointed look, "I believe Miss Decima was considering wearing that one, Miss."

God he hoped there wasn't an argument about it- it would be so nice if they could finish the evening without having to throw anyone out and he especially didn't want it to have to be Cindy. He kinda liked her.

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