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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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[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why not?" He's not exactly sharp about his answer, but there's clearly something there. Enough to make him study her for a beat. Normally he's good at keeping secrets but right now he's at just the right side of tipsy for his inhibitions to be lowered.

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Because you half-assed it?" She's wondering why outloud more than asking him or even answering him. Something about his response bugs her, the little hesitation he gives before answering a question with a question. Cindy's not on her toes enough to call him out on it directly so she takes the next best route. "They were giving free masks. Why buy one if that's all you were going to wear?"

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Half-assed." He almost smiles, before he tips his head back, thinking. At first a few bullshit excuses come to mind. But then again he did see 'Cynthia' hanging around with Ilde before. And Ilde is --well, when he first met her, she boldly sauntered up to him at a bar and poked him about being non-human before declaring herself to be a fairy.

He closes his eyes in what looks like more contemplation, until a moment later when he makes a very distinct low, growling noise. If anyone nearby hears, they can apparently suck it up. "That's why."

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Most people would just think Ilde and Cindy are an unlikely pair of friends and nothing more than that. They are friends, good ones, but they are more than that. They're two people of non-human kind who connect over similiar makeups. A fae and a fable. Can't get any better than that.

Cindy hears him growl in a way that reminds her of Bigby, but she can't put two and two together to fit right. "What's why?"

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, she is pretty drunk, Asbjørn will give her that. This time he turns to face her a little better. It's partly so he doesn't have to repeat himself, and partly to shut other people out of what's not their business.

"So you've heard of werewolves by now. Well, in my world it's not just limited to wolves. There's were everythings, from what I've been told. Including bears." He makes a tiny jazz-hand motion, before clarifying, "Like me."

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh."

That's really her honest and genuine reaction. He's a bear in a human's body. Nothing actually new to Cindy, nothing to get worked up over. So she shrugs and slumps back on the couch, handing the mask back to him.

"This ain't a costume." She follows her words up with a wave of the hand. A wobbly wave of the hand.

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Sort of right; he's both. Human, bear and the inbetween area where both natures bleed into one another. But somehow he doesn't think Cynthia's in the mood for explanations right now.

He's about to laugh at her reaction but her follow-up comment catches his attention first. "You're...what. Royalty?"

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Was. The marriage stunk and so did the divorce."

She says that a little too loud at first, only realizing her mistake when a couple walks by close enough to hear the final word of her sentence. They don't notice much without particular details, but still that was a close call. Yeah, even Cindy knows she's too far gone at the moment to be careful about saying too much. It's better she sticks to vague sentences and explanations, things that let any passersby think she's just a normal bitter ex-wife.

"Don't let Disney fool you. There is no happily ever after."

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Like anything in life is ever that easy. Especially love." In the meantime he's frowning, caught between thinking she's being allegorical, sincere or simply very drunk. "So... You were actually a princess? Did you meet while in his country or something?"

He's still caught up thinking she comes from L.A. Royal marriages in Norway have fairly egalitarian standards compared to most other places in the world. Marrying non-royals has been par for the course for at least two generations, unlike Britain. It doesn't strike him as being too out there.

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"You don't get it, do you?" Cindy laughs as she leans closer in towards him. The next part is the kicker, the most important part of the story, the key to everything that happened to her since that one moment. It needs to be whispered in his ear in the lowest of low tones, booze-breath and all. "He found my shoe."

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
He appears silent and stoney-faced after this little revelation, processing what he's just been told. Promptly punctured by an exclamation of, "Faen i Helvete." And then a little bit quieter, "You're not pulling my leg, are you?"

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Cindy waves her hand again, flopping backwards with her legs stretched out so she can wiggle her French manicured toes. "I'm too drunk to be pulling anybody's leg, including my own."

She's not sure why she told him, other than he's also not completely human. That was her reasoning for telling Ilde. It's a relief though to have one less person to fake your identity for. Speaking about that...

Twisting her fist in his sleeve, she pulls him by it to get him close again. "Don't go and tell people my name's really Cindy and not Cynthia now because I'll punch you repeatedly in the face for it." She so fucking would too.

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wouldn't dream of it. But I hope you're willing to extend that both ways." And he gives her a knowing look, before his voice drops again. "Unless you want to see my head stuffed and mounted by those Concerned Citizens cocksuckers."

He's perhaps just a little too still as he eyes those in the nearby vicinity. "Don't get me wrong --I only like my burgers a little rawer than most. But I don't think anyone is too hung up on distinctions right now. Despite whatever bullshit the pamphlets are spouting."

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bears gotta eat too, but at long as they don't eat the people I plan on having one night stands with, I don't give a shit. Do you and I do me. And stick to calling me Cynthia in public. Cindy is find if it's just between us."

Her reasoning is simple and she will keep this secret of his close to her chest. It's a fair trade between friends.

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Deal." And he raises his glass in a little toast to the arrangement before taking a drink. After a moment's pause, he starts talking again. "A few other people are in on it. You know Ilde, right? There's Ki, who you might have seen on the network. And Ruby -she came here two months ago, about the same time as me."

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-03 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Cindy nods. Of course she knows who Ilde is and Ki and Cindy have something of a tolerable acquaintance. Ruby is the one she doesn't know and for the moment, doesn't really care about. Nothing against the girl, but unless she's special in someway, Cindy lumps her in with the rest of the Mundanes that are still strangers to her.

"Winter's coming." This is her way of asking if he hibernates. She's curious, okay?

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-03 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
He gets her meaning and shakes his head mid-swallow. "Mm. It would be good news normally for a polar bear. In the Artic, it gets cold enough for the ice plains to form. Lots and lots of seals to hunt. Somewhere like here would be too humid. And populated." Even without local anti-xenian sentiment, he's used to hunting on his own, and will keep it that way unless he becomes friendly enough with another were.

"But I still feel the pull of the season, so I end up stuffing my face and working out like mad. A drive to become the strongest, for Spring."

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-03 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"For the lady bears you mean," she laughs a little too loudly. "We all know what spring means for the forest dwellers. Or ice dwellers in your case."

Cindy drains her glass to the bottom and hits him in the arm with it. "Do me a favor. Two in fact."

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-04 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Asbjørn grins, glad that he doesn't have to go into an explanation on that one. "Lady bears, ladies..." He's never actually met another werebear in the right age group that he would consider starting a relationship with, which leaves humans or ursine kin. And he's around one group a lot more than the other.

"I'd say hit me with it, but-" and he takes the empty glass from her hand. "What's the second?"