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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] pinkmoon.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
She stays leaning in pretty close, looking up at him--the height difference (she's still not used to men being much taller than her) is more pronounced now that she's in flat-soled slippers. Which are sparkly. FYI.

"I would have appreciated it, really, because training kicked my ass. But I'm done now, and free, so I'm here to enhance your party experience. But we only have about two minutes before my date--" or how she's referring to the one-woman chain-smoking profanity machine that is Penelope! "--comes by to greet us."

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Two whole minutes. Well." He pulls back slightly to get a better look at her costume. ...her remarkably sheer costume (he's starting to see a pattern here). "I'll tell you straight up I suck at costume guessing. What are you? Besides adorable. Some...kind of fairy? Or nymph?"

The flower garland and general floatiness of the dress definitely give an ethereal impression, even to the clueless.

[identity profile] pinkmoon.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Ruby, true to form, with nary a trace of shame, poses for him. She at least has underwear on (creatively shaped underwear), but she's gotten more than a few looks as she meanders the party, some appreciative, some a little bit scandalized. It's not that she tries to push limits. This is just natural to her.

"Sylph," she confirms, beaming, "At the end of the night I will float back up to the clouds. And...yours is pretty self-explanatory, huh. I like it."

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mine isn't so much a costume as 'I spend far too much time pretending to be something I'm not, deal with it.'" Especially lately. But he's smiling good-naturedly, which means he's choosing to forget life's problems for the night by getting drunk and keeping good company.

"And no one wants an actual drunk bear at their party. I wouldn't be able to hold a drink properly." He makes a little play-maul gesture at the air.

[identity profile] pinkmoon.livejournal.com 2011-10-03 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"And a drunk bear would have a much more difficult time dancing with me." He knows where her priorities are by now--there's a reason she wore flats. (Although at some point she'll probably abandon shoes entirely.)

Ruby has wondered how the political tensions in the city lately might be affecting her friends, but now isn't the time to ask. Later, perhaps, or another night. For now, she's happy to smile up at her favorite (only) werebear and enjoy the party.
Edited 2011-10-03 20:53 (UTC)

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-03 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Exactly. And then where would we be." It's a statement rather than a rhetorical question; dancefloors are a certainty by now. Not that he'd have it any other way.

At that moment, a member of the catering staff meanders past with a tray of champagne glasses. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I feel like bubbles can only help things." He gestures for the guy to stop a minute while he takes a glass.

[identity profile] pinkmoon.livejournal.com 2011-10-04 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Absolutely." She lifts her own glass off from the tray, and watches the catering staff continue on his way. When Ruby looks back at Asbjørn, she shakes her head just minutely.

"This party is so incredibly classy, I feel like I'm gonna knock something priceless over at any minute."

[identity profile] sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
"If you do, I'll knock over something even bigger. As a distraction." It's an interesting solution to problem solving but it's gotten him this far in life.