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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 2011-10-03 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?"