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multiversallogs2011-09-30 05:32 pm
defenestration) wrote in multiversallogs2011-09-30 05:32 pm
Entry tags:
- @ brock marsh,
- ava lockhart,
- charles xavier,
- hellboy,
- ilde decima,
- ivan,
- james t. kirk,
- jones,
- penelope lane,
- rachel conway,
- raylan givens,
- steve rogers,
- { boromir,
- { nazca barsavi,
- } adrian veidt,
- } aimery le gode,
- } alan shore,
- } alec mcdowell,
- } asbjørn strand,
- } ashelia b'nargin dalmasca,
- } balthier,
- } buffy summers,
- } cindy,
- } don draper,
- } erik lehnsherr,
- } evan rosier,
- } gabriel gray,
- } hamilton fish,
- } kate bishop,
- } katherine pierce,
- } leonard mccoy,
- } lex luthor,
- } lionel luthor,
- } max guevara,
- } njoki rainmaker,
- } raven darkholme,
- } ruby van alst,
- } shiori sakita,
- } xenophilius lovegood
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!
Note: I've turned off notifs so if you need my attention in a specific spot, please PM or plurk me.]
(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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Note: I've turned off notifs so if you need my attention in a specific spot, please PM or plurk me.]
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Now that he knows that it's a uniform rather than just a costume, Hellboy takes a step back mentally and looks it over again. It looks pretty tough -- certainly tougher than the Torch's, which never seemed to be much more than regular cloth backed by muscle at peak human condition -- but one particular detail amuses him.
"Did your other outfit have pirate boots instead? The Torch loved those things, and I never quite understood it." He looks down at his own hooves, hidden in modified boots of a style complimentary to the rest of the costume. "Then again, my usual footwear has the front parts cut off, so maybe it's not really for me to judge."
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He glances down at Hellboy's question, contemplating his stage uniform. "Pirate boots... sorta?" He looks up with another shrug. "More than these. They were about the same height but they pulled on and they had the cuff at the top. So I guess, yeah, they were sorta that style. In bright red." He makes a face that clearly--but politely--conveys look, it was a stage uniform. "They were all right."
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Hellboy shakes his head. "Hey, what year did you come from, if you don't mind my asking? I'm curious how often, world to world, Nazi-punching is still a going concern after the war."
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"I'm afraid I can't tell you if there's still Nazi-punching after the war," he explains. "I was still in it. February, 1943."
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He nods, a knowing look on his face. "I'm not surprised by that. They were already getting everywhere, where I'm from, and the war wasn't even over yet. It makes sense they'd be all over the place after they lost the war, wanting to run and hide."
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