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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 2011-10-02 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?"