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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!

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rhinemaid: actress mia kirshner (i'd be filled with pride ♠)

[personal profile] rhinemaid 2011-10-01 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
Being perfectly capable of multitasking her assessment of Luthor and Veidt's employees (she's sure she'll get his name eventually) with shenanigans of the Cindy-kind, Ilde turns comically injured sad faerie eyes on her date for the evening.

No fight is forthcoming, though, presumably because if Ilde had a problem with Cindy being Cindy, she wouldn't have come with her: instead, Aimery gets another inquiry: "Is there another one like that?"
goodeintentions: ({ Chipmunk impression.)

[personal profile] goodeintentions 2011-10-01 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Ozymandias," Aimery explained, feeling somewhat reassured by that smile. There was a distinctly fanboyish tone to his voice (not that he knew that term yet) as he continued, "He's a man who goes about in the evenings in a costume like this one, stopping muggings, thefts, assaults and the like. Kept me from having worse than a bloody nose a few weeks back."

He paused, then nodded his head slightly, a pointing-at gesture with his chin, "Apologies, but I don't recognize your costume either."

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I know she was..." Cindy replies, flipping the mask back and forth without even a look towards Aimery. "I'm just making sure my twin for the night is wearing nothing but the best. We don't do discount party store."

There'll be no argument about it. Not when Cindy is clearly ignoring Ilde's puppy dog stare and Ilde knows damn well what her date does in her free time. That, friends, is troll.
goodeintentions: ({ Dramaticly Lit :3)

[personal profile] goodeintentions 2011-10-01 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. He should've known they were there together by their clothes- when he noticed that he'd suspected it would be another point of ire between them. Aimery managed not to audibly sigh with relief that a crisis was averted and turned his attention back to the table, scanning it for a similar mask. He picked one up and offered it to her: it was different about the eyes slightly, with a little more beading along the edges, but at first glance they were the same. The Luthor-Veidt house didn't do 'discount party store' either. "Will this do? And I'm Aimery le Gode, I was hired a little over a month ago. You did a wonderful job decorating this place, if you don't mind my saying so."

That's right, Cindy, he's just going to ignore you right back. Ignore except for glancing at to make sure you aren't damaging anything.
patricide: (disdaining fortune)

[personal profile] patricide 2011-10-01 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
Lex's one and only experience with Cindy was mutually giving each other sass at a bar. It wasn't malicious by any means, but when that was all that he knew of a person it was difficult to even begin to predict what was in her hand.

He quirks a suspicious eyebrow at her, but holds out his hand anyway, palm up. "Is it something that'll make me wash my hands?"

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Depends," she shrugs nonchalantly in reply, though a smirk manages to worm its way on her face. Putting her closed fist in his hand, Cindy releases her grip on the gift, letting it drop into his palm.

"Now you can't say I never gave you shit."
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[personal profile] rhinemaid 2011-10-01 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Feel free to say so to anyone you like," Ilde says, accepting the second mask and trading it with Cindy because she still wants the one she picked out in the first place, all right. "I'm expecting to handle the other Luthor's home as well." The startlingly hirsute one, she presumably means; music teaching is probably always going to be her main source of income in Baedal, for the simple fact that she feels more comfortable charging exorbitantly for a supernaturally good musical education than she does for something she's essentially making up as she goes along, but as far as careers she fell into by accident go interior design isn't anything to shake a stick at.

"You two have met?"
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2011-10-01 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
"They're glad to see you too," Rachel replies, grinning. And, yes, now the evening is complete.

She looks up, and puts a hand warmly at the small of Ilde's back, hello, good to see you. She's not fussed about the personal space thing; Ilde is Ilde, not some random grabbyhands-minded dude, this isn't a problem. And she's a tactile person herself so a friend right here is a friend more easily touched.

"I should get more practice but then, like, the practicing kills me. Oh, the drama, and so on."
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2011-10-01 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Happy Birthday!"

Hello, Lex, enjoy those two words. They're the only warning you get before Rachel more or less launches herself at you, throwing her arms around you. It's your birthday and she likes you, rather a lot, so this hugging is clearly a thing that needed to happen. As does the kiss pressed to your cheek.

"It's good to see you--wow, you look great."
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[personal profile] patricide 2011-10-01 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
When Lex sees Aimery he gives a relieved smile. It's not that he isn't having fun, he is, but sometimes it's especially nice to talk to someone familiar. "I assume one of those is for me," he says easily and plucks a champagne flute out of Aimery's hand.

"I haven't gotten the chance to eat yet at all. You know how it gets when you're busy."
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[personal profile] captainredwhiteblue 2011-10-01 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
Steve is in his uniform, all red, white, and blue. He's even got the helmet on.

...Look, he didn't know what else to wear. He at least left the shield behind?

...Downstairs. At the coat check. Just in case.

He's been briefly separated from Shiori, as the two of them said hellos to various acquaintances, but he knows she'll come up here looking for him. So he waits, folded into an armchair, back straight, hands folded in his lap.

A lady drops into a chair opposite his, in this little sort of circle the chairs are arranged in around a coffee table. He smiles at once, all good manners and warmth. "Good evening, ma'am."

I REGRET NOTHING :D

[identity profile] aintwoundright.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
"...Excuse me."

Off to his right side stands a tall, slender figure dressed all in black, with the white tab of a priest's collar showing at the front of his throat. He offers a faint but polite smile, and he's soft-spoken; were this not a costume party maybe he really could pass for the priest he's dressed as.

Maybe. If you didn't know anything else about him, particularly not his past.

He's been seeing to it that Nazca wasn't bothered by anyone untoward, due to the revealing (and, let's not lie, ridiculously attractive, oh god) nature of her costume. But she's in line for one of the restrooms and he would just like to sit for a few minutes and unwind a little.

He gestures at the other chairs arranged around McCoy's, his remarkable eyebrows raised. "Are any of these seats taken? If not, may I?"
rhinemaid: actress mia kirshner (and the words i say ♠)

[personal profile] rhinemaid 2011-10-01 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
Given that Ilde is displaying roughly as much in that general area, is this almost like a double-date? Let's say yes.

"I think it helps if you start young," she observes, comfortable with the friendly touch and answering it with a quick nudge of Rachel's shoulder that is, admittedly, equally about keeping her balance against the edge of the sofa without ending up spilling in one direction or the other.
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[personal profile] xenophilius 2011-10-01 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
"...really only comes about once a year," Xeno is saying, meanwhile, biting around an hor d'oeuvre and then jabbing the air with the toothpick. "It is also said--" By who, Xeno. "--that only ground blessed in the native style of the picksies will allow for magical produce. There's a dance to it, I've practiced a bit, a little like--"

And so he demonstrates, a swaying step to one side, a skip to the other, and quite promptly, champagne leaps from the tall glass to bridge the Divide of Awkward and promptly splash bystander Spartan Evan in its alcoholic, fizzing self.

"Oh!"

And Xeno is immediately apologetic, putting down everything in his hands on the nearest flat surface in chaotic, fretful clatter. "Sir, I'm so sorry, here, let me--" His wand is out of a deep pocket in the next moment, a long length of pale wood shaped like a narwhal spike.

[identity profile] ofminastirith.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Boromir has come dressed in a rather sharp, dovetail grey suit because that is a novelty outfit for him, and because he's not one to turn down a lady's request. Either of them: Ilde knows better about clothes than he ever will, and Ava so nicely told him that he should come along.

But he hasn't yet gone to the bar to order a vodka martini --instead he took a glass of what was being offered by the catering staff and is now admiring the little hints of medieval design here and there.

He's still very much recognisable, but anyone who knows him might do a double-take.
Edited 2011-10-01 12:29 (UTC)

[identity profile] aldabeyoun.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that's an ominous name, but she supposed if you're going to dash about like a superhero you need to make an impression.

"I'm glad your okay and, well, it's less a costume and more just a Colombina mask. She's a stock character from a type of early Italian comedy." Njoki didn't really feel like purchasing or renting a whole costume, so the mask and good quality clothes she already owned was a reasonable compromise.

[identity profile] aldabeyoun.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Njoki has been to enough work functions where she doesn't know everyone that she has some practice mingling with a crowd of relative strangers and seems comparatively comfortable standing near the bar and making small talk. Those that do know her ought to find her easy to recognize, since her mask (http://www.cartaalta.com/venetian_masks/barocco_masks/46-mask_colombina_barocco_grifone_white.jpg) really doesn't do much to hide her identity.

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
After a while, someone else sidles up to the bar wearing a very particular mask (http://www.polyvore.com/bleeding_on_ballroom_floor/set?id=37673666) of his own. Asbjørn enjoys a little trollery, like anyone is surprised.

When he sees Ki, he pushes it up and lets it squash his faux-hawk in order to say, "Hey," with a cheery smile.

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
By this point in their friendship, Absjørn has more or less realised that Cynthia will do whatever she wants. And so will he --demonstrated by his flopping down on the edge of the couch. She might just be able to make out who he is at first, but to help matters he lifts up his polar bear mask.

"Boo." He smiles, and then pauses to demonstratably squint. "Okay, I'm terrible at this. Are you a...Hollywood actress?"

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, how convenient. Not only is Absjørn a good friend, he makes a good footrest for a boozed up princess. It takes Cindy no time at all to lift her legs and plant them right across his lap. "No. Try again."
Edited 2011-10-01 16:40 (UTC)

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He's here to serve! "Hmm..." The dress is so very similar to another one he's no doubt seen worn by a certain someone else at the party. "One half of twins? If so, are you the good or evil one?"

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Nice to see your nose isn't broken again." Cindy gives her own nose a tap with the edge of the mask before handing it back to Ilde in exchange for the other one. Honestly, she doesn't care for masks. She creates her own with smiles and smirks and other body language, but that's for nights not like this one. Tonight, she'll play along and have fun doing it.

But she doesn't have to change her personality to do it.

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"You really do suck at this," Cindy slurs a little, shifting on the couch to recline even more. Such a lady, this one. The tiara that's on her head slips off a little and lists to the left, looking as if it's in danger of falling off.

"Neither. Try again." She wonders how long it'll take for him to get it.

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Told you so." He finally catches a glimpse of the tiara --which up until now he had mistaken as a hair accessory-- and leans over to give it a tiny prod back in place, trying not to mess up her hair. "Third time's an obvious charm. Princess."

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Her eyes follow his hand upwards and then back down when it returns to his side of the couch. It's less of a matter if he messes up her hair. Her hair will eventually be pulled out from the tight bun it's in just because Cindy will only drink more once she gets up. That's just the way things are.

"But which one?"

Let's up the difficulty on this, shall we?

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