Costume Party in Honor of Lex Luthor's Birthday [OPEN]

[defenestration]

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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[rhinemaid]

The box is already moving before it attracts her attention, and she watches it with a puzzled tilt for a short time before she does in fact make the connection between Erik and what's happening in front of her. It's safe to say she didn't see that coming, sucking air in through her teeth and sitting back, abruptly, to give him a little push in the shoulder - almost testing, like she thinks she should've felt something. She's begun to get comfortable with being able to tell when people have certain abilities, and she's plainly a bit startled to have missed his-

-but, as she remembers finally, she can't sense anything about Remy, either, other than visually. Their powers aren't magical by nature, and so she's as blind to them as anyone else. (That's so annoying.)

Cautious, because it could be very rude if she's wrong and she's not unaware of that, she hazards a guess: "Not human- mutant?" It's common enough to associate new things with that which we already know, and she's already learning about worlds like Erik's. She doesn't actually hesitate to ask, though, not when questions are the only way to learn and she is, as this implies a little, very invested in knowing things.

pretend that last reference to an ashtray actually said 'box' okay

[magnetic]

She pushes him, then, and again he grins, and the newly formed sphere wobbles faintly in the air but stabilizes promptly. He will never tire of surprising people this way, whether for good or ill. It's one of his ego's favourite little snacks...and he needs a little bolstering right now, frankly, although he would never admit it.

"That's right." He seems pleased by her guess. "Have you met many others?"

but of course

[rhinemaid]

"Not many," she admits; 'mutated' means something very different in her world than it does in his, and she opts not to mention that immediately for reasons of 'having any tact whatsoever'. "Remy and Wanda, so far-" she's spoken to Charles and Raven briefly, too, but she knows next to nothing about either of them from those fleeting conversations. "Remy's teaching me sign language."

As she explains, she's reaching curiously out toward the sphere to see what it's like to the touch, after that.

"It looks like magic," she observes, "but it isn't."

[magnetic]

Keep on flattering him, why don't you? Gosh. He could really start to enjoy himself if he's not careful.

The little ball hangs there in the air, its surface matte, its form nigh perfect (this took quite a lot of practice, thank you very much), indifferent to Ilde's approaching hand. As her fingers are about to connect with it, though, it darts away just enough to evade her. Just slightly. Erik has nothing to do with this, as he's been sipping from his cup very innocently over here in the meantime. Of course. Mind you, the play is subdued; if Ilde is sensitive to such subtleties she may note the sudden change in his eyes, as though something has withdrawn.

(Wanda's name alone has instantly incited in him a jumble of warmth and anxiety that he finds distinctly uncomfortable. He'll address it, her, as soon as he decides how.)