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multiversallogs2011-09-30 05:32 pm
defenestration) wrote in multiversallogs2011-09-30 05:32 pm
Entry tags:
- @ brock marsh,
- ava lockhart,
- charles xavier,
- hellboy,
- ilde decima,
- ivan,
- james t. kirk,
- jones,
- penelope lane,
- rachel conway,
- raylan givens,
- steve rogers,
- { boromir,
- { nazca barsavi,
- } adrian veidt,
- } aimery le gode,
- } alan shore,
- } alec mcdowell,
- } asbjørn strand,
- } ashelia b'nargin dalmasca,
- } balthier,
- } buffy summers,
- } cindy,
- } don draper,
- } erik lehnsherr,
- } evan rosier,
- } gabriel gray,
- } hamilton fish,
- } kate bishop,
- } katherine pierce,
- } leonard mccoy,
- } lex luthor,
- } lionel luthor,
- } max guevara,
- } njoki rainmaker,
- } raven darkholme,
- } ruby van alst,
- } shiori sakita,
- } xenophilius lovegood
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.]
(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:
Note: I've turned off notifs so if you need my attention in a specific spot, please PM or plurk me.]
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"All right, all right." He points at Bones. "Don't go getting sloppy drunk. Don't make me have to carry you home, you'd never live that down. Hauled home by a horse's ass."
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"...That was back home," he said, pointing at McCoy. "That hasn't happened in this city yet. So the legend could still be born. I'm just saying."
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He paused. And then that smile stretched into the grin that suggested nothing but trouble. "Or someone cute. If you find someone cute, get them to take you home. Just leave me some sort of sign on the door so I don't ruin a tender moment."
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(That "someone" was usually a lady. Imagine that.)
Which of course meant they had to stop a few times along the way to chat, so he could say hello, ask if they'd met his good friend Dr. McCoy, and to put on his best woe-is-me-I'm-but-half-a-horse-and-no-Dr.-McCoy-didn't-abandon-me-to-this-sad-fate-don't-get-mad-at-him act.
The grin he flashed his CMO as they finally bellied up to the bar was downright accomplished. "This worked better than I was expecting. Maybe it pays to be a horse's ass sometimes."
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"That did work pretty well," he admitted, grudgingly, impressed. He knew Jim could network, but it was always a bit of a shock to see it in action. "Not bad, kid."
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He was pleased at how well that had gone--not so much for his own sake, he was never anything less than confident in his ability to work a group of people. He was happy with how well Bones had handled it. He knew, deep down, the man wasn't entirely cantankerous and difficult, but getting him to show it was an effort and a half.
"So," he said, making conversation as he tried to catch the bartender's eye, "how's Hellsing treating its new CMO?"
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He looked over at his friend, with a clear you are not gonna believe this expression on his face. "I did meet a guy--Winchester--who taught me how to make holy water with a rosary and an incantation. He swears it's one of the best things for running off vampires and demons. Vampires and demons, Bones. Thing of it was, he wasn't using it for that. He was watering tobacco on the grounds of the guild hall with it. 'Holy Smokes', or something like that, I don't even know if he's legitimate or not. I guess we'll find out if I ever meet any of these vampires or demons."
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A pause, and then the barest hint of an impish grin tugged at his lips.
"Imagine Spock here trying to reason with all this."
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That last is addressed to the bartender (though he does it with the same charming smile he used when working the rest of the room, so the lady serving them smiles indulgently rather than rolling her eyes). He makes a little bit of small talk and then puts in their drink order.
"Hopefully he'll get us back home soon. We'll have to make do with just telling him about the place but somehow that's just fine by me."
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Ffff touchscreen keyboards sometimes
He frowned, bewildered that he could have this effect on a woman he'd barely met. "She seemed to have her mind made up already that I wasn't a man of my word. I don't know. Seemed like she was mad at me. I don't know what I did, so I politely excused myself from the conversation before I made it worse."
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