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.)



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[alan_shore]

Later in the evening, when conversation lulls and the birthday boy isn't quite so beset by well-wishers, Alan makes his way over. "Mr. Luthor," he greets. None the worse for wear, the vines snaking from his suit execute an impromptu wave. "I don't know whether to pronounce this party worthy of your costume or your costume worthy of the party. In any event, I'm delighted to be here. Happy birthday."

[patricide]

"I'll take either, thank you," Lex says in response to the compliment. "Though I have to say it's not nearly as eye catching as yours." And this proves to be the case as the greenery waves and Lex is not quite sure where to look. "I have to ask, is your costume a Xenophilius Lovegood creation?"

[alan_shore]

At the mention of Xenophilius, Alan's smile widens and something akin to genuine fondness slips into his tone. "It is indeed. Extraordinary, is it not? Feel free to touch, if you'd like and can manage--they shy away from some people but not others. It's all very..." He trails off, smiling and shaking his head, at a loss but not displeased to find himself thus. The city's full of terrible and terrifying things--it's easy to forget astonishment and horror don't always go hand in hand.

[patricide]

"I would love to, if you don't mind." At the invitation Lex reaches forward with respectful curiosity at a bit of foliage around Alan's shoulder. The leaf in question curls around his hand without touching, as if mimicking moving forward but unsure of how to do so.

He gives a short, surprised laugh, which causes the leaf to shake, as if it were joining in on an extremely funny joke. "This one seems to be quite the comedian. Do the vines notice you much at all?"