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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] joiedeviolet.livejournal.com
Who: Kate Bishop Hawkeye and whoever wants to join in.
What: Night patrol, keeping the streets free of violence and people becoming dinner.
Where: Abrogate Green
When: Midnight between Misdi and Coardi
Notes: Come run into her. She is here to halp if you need it and chat if you don't. And perhaps run into fellow superheroes? Also, if you are not familiar with her in her hero role, pretend the costume actually hides her identity?


Abrogate Green. Not one of the high class towns of Baedal, but it's not the lesser desirable sections either. For now, though, it's a familiar area to the young woman who's taking a seat on a random rooftop in the middle of the night. She's dressed in purple spandex from head to toe, accessorized with a pair of sunglasses, a white scarf, and a bow and arrow set that's honestly hard to miss no matter how dark it is.

Suddenly, she jumps to her feet, pulling the string of the bow taut at the same time. She freezes and aims towards her lower left, slowly taking in the shadowy movement that caught her attention. Just a coyote digging in the trash. Nothing to get worked up over. Except... that coyote morphs into a human being--or something that looks like one--and ambles off out of the alleyway. All Kate can do is pull her arms back into a relaxed position and shake her head, not even shocked at werecoyotes and shapeshifters.

Baedal makes Kate feel at home with things like this.
[identity profile] baedalites.livejournal.com
Who: List forthcoming.
What: Getting a bottle of fog.
Where: The edge of town.
When: NOW. This thread will likely cover a few days.
Warnings: To be updated.

Mission Gamma )
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Who: Alec and OPEN
What: Alec's arrival in Baedal
Where: Random roof not too far from the Inn.
When: Coardi (Wednesday) afternoon.
Warnings: None as yet.


Alec is sitting on a roof, somewhere in the city, nursing a bullet wound in his shoulder.

He knows this isn’t the place to be taking care of it, but there are some instincts that are louder than others, and finding out where he is takes precedence over his own physical health at the moment. Besides, it’s just a flesh wound. He’ll be fine. Thankfully, it has already stopped bleeding, and he’s immune to any infection that he could happen to pick up somewhere along the way.

Granted, that’s home and Alec doesn’t think this is home. Nothing smells familiar, and everything is new and different. He’s currently cursing his luck, because he was just starting to get used to Seattle and all it’s strange and different glory, and now in the course of the day he’s been shot by one of his best friends, woke up in a room with no way out, and told that hi, this is Baedal, and you are now so very screwed. Excellent job, Alec. Max is going to have a field day with this one. Never mind the fact that somehow, whoever left him here, got Rachel’s locket, and left it for him, like it’s some kind of welcoming gift. Alec doesn’t see it as much of a gift. He sees it as someone making a point, and it’s done nothing but piss Alec off.

In a big way.

One hand fists the thin chain in his pocket, while the other holds up the CiD for his careful study. It’s pretty basic technology, and it didn’t take it long to figure out how to work it, let alone page back a bit and see what information is there. There doesn’t seem to be much information on this “cohort” that doesn’t go back longer than a month or so, but it’s enough for Alec to see that there’s someone here with his face. Someone who isn’t Ben, from what he can tell, which is only confusing him more, and he isn’t going to make any rash assumptions until he can get up close and personal with this guy. It’ll just make his life easier if his nose is the one to make that decision—not that he’s inclined to get close anytime soon. Right now he just needs to figure out a game plan, stay off the network, and not attract any undue attention, up to and including the scary military people who had stormed the inn when he was being let out. He slipped out the back door, as he was trained to do, but that didn't guarantee he hadn't been seen. Still, it's all the same to him -- hiding from the military, hiding from the NSA -- it was all a matter of keeping a low profile.

He’s absolutely capable of that. “Blending in” is his middle name.

But that doesn’t mean he can’t touch base with the one person here he does know, and hope she’s not from a time where she hates his guts. There’s a quick private message to Max over the network, and then the CiD gets tucked safely back in his pocket as he waits for her response. This day has been rough enough without getting the whole world in on it.

If there is ever a dude in serious need of a hug—this is it.
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Who: Everyone!
What: Creatures descend!
Where: All across the city, although attacks will be most fervent at its heart.
When: Friday/Veerdi evening and into the week.
Notes: Slow and back-tagging is, as always, permitted. If you are confused, look at these two posts for more information.
Warnings: Violence, creepiness, swearing knowing these characters.

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