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maskormenacelogs2014-08-10 09:59 am
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Entry tags:
- loki odinson | n/a,
- † clara oswald | n/a,
- † daisy johnson | quake,
- † dio brando | n/a,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † gilbert nightray | n/a,
- † kanaya maryam-lalonde | psychopomp,
- † kate bishop | hawkeye,
- † minako aino | sailor venus,
- † peter parker | spider-man,
- † sansa stark | little bird,
- † sukuyo mankanshoku | n/a,
- † vestara khai | n/a,
- † yang xiao long | n/a
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WHO: Loki & cosmetic party attendees
WHERE: Loki's loft in Maurtia Falls, PA
WHEN: Afternoon of 8/10
WHAT: Cosmetics and party party party party. Free manicures, box wine, and goodie bags.
WARNINGS: Possible underage drinking and rude humor with cosmetic pencils all over Gabriel's face.
[ Loki goes through his mental list for a good measure, making a check mark with his finger in the air. ]
Inventory, check. Enticing hors d'oeuvres, check. Terrible box wine of questionable origin, check.
[ not that he was going to go out on a limb to get anything too expensive for this little get together, if it was one thing he knew about the word "party" it was either that everyone would find something better to do on a Sunday evening (in which case more wine for them), or everyone's friend of a friend would be showing up. best to play good host when business was on the line. ]
Plenty of tissues and balls of cotton.
[ he hangs his arms loosely around his waist, looking over the spread.
there was a variety of cosmetics, ranging from liquid eyeliners in a variety of bright to fancy smancy manicure sets. (and his own that he had gently lifted from the inventory that obviously no one would ever miss.) there were a few requests that he made sure to comply with (pastel nail colors for Sansa) as well as those that he knew would pique interest (various shades of purple and green). because of the possible culture gap for those that had wanted to attend, he made sure to include a few basics that would be easier to apply (powder compacts with fluffy appliers and some lip glosses that weren't in need of liners, but were still trendy).
he heads to the door for the first string of arrivals and greets them with a "hello" and a fingery wave of his hand before being whisked into his apartment.
it's a small single room loft, dimly lit. where Loki had sacrificed space he made up in style. it was all old world brick, with a widow that took up the entire west wall. they were high enough to get a good view. there's a few pieces of furniture (including a very bright victorian love seat), the kitchen is sectioned off by the island, which is covered in snacks (he definitely cooked some of them) and a few boxes of blush wine and plastic wine glasses.
there's no television. just piles of books, and he's cleaned those up admirably; usually the place was covered in stacks of read and those partially read. he's managed to shelf all of his questionable acquired young adult novels and magical tomes back on the bookshelf beneath the loft that holds his bed. for those who were paying attention to that sort of thing, anyway. ]
Make yourselves comfortable.
NOTE | from this post! Please feel to show up, bring friends, or handwave RSVP! Unless you're Norman Osborn then you are not invited. everyone will get goodie bags with a few trial size items and Loki's business card.
WHERE: Loki's loft in Maurtia Falls, PA
WHEN: Afternoon of 8/10
WHAT: Cosmetics and party party party party. Free manicures, box wine, and goodie bags.
WARNINGS: Possible underage drinking and rude humor with cosmetic pencils all over Gabriel's face.
[ Loki goes through his mental list for a good measure, making a check mark with his finger in the air. ]
Inventory, check. Enticing hors d'oeuvres, check. Terrible box wine of questionable origin, check.
[ not that he was going to go out on a limb to get anything too expensive for this little get together, if it was one thing he knew about the word "party" it was either that everyone would find something better to do on a Sunday evening (in which case more wine for them), or everyone's friend of a friend would be showing up. best to play good host when business was on the line. ]
Plenty of tissues and balls of cotton.
[ he hangs his arms loosely around his waist, looking over the spread.
there was a variety of cosmetics, ranging from liquid eyeliners in a variety of bright to fancy smancy manicure sets. (and his own that he had gently lifted from the inventory that obviously no one would ever miss.) there were a few requests that he made sure to comply with (pastel nail colors for Sansa) as well as those that he knew would pique interest (various shades of purple and green). because of the possible culture gap for those that had wanted to attend, he made sure to include a few basics that would be easier to apply (powder compacts with fluffy appliers and some lip glosses that weren't in need of liners, but were still trendy).
he heads to the door for the first string of arrivals and greets them with a "hello" and a fingery wave of his hand before being whisked into his apartment.
it's a small single room loft, dimly lit. where Loki had sacrificed space he made up in style. it was all old world brick, with a widow that took up the entire west wall. they were high enough to get a good view. there's a few pieces of furniture (including a very bright victorian love seat), the kitchen is sectioned off by the island, which is covered in snacks (he definitely cooked some of them) and a few boxes of blush wine and plastic wine glasses.
there's no television. just piles of books, and he's cleaned those up admirably; usually the place was covered in stacks of read and those partially read. he's managed to shelf all of his questionable acquired young adult novels and magical tomes back on the bookshelf beneath the loft that holds his bed. for those who were paying attention to that sort of thing, anyway. ]
Make yourselves comfortable.
NOTE | from this post! Please feel to show up, bring friends, or handwave RSVP! Unless you're Norman Osborn then you are not invited. everyone will get goodie bags with a few trial size items and Loki's business card.
open;
His plan had been to show up early, wheedle a few samples out of Loki for testing (Green Goblin-y shenanigans, not advertised effectiveness; even if Peter were looking for a new beauty regimen he wouldn't buy products from the man who once drugged his toothpaste), and make a quick exit with dignity mostly intact.
One armored car heist later and that's no longer an option. With an internal sigh, he takes a moment at the window to survey the scene indoors and get his bearings before scuttling through. At least there aren't that many people he knows. And the gender balance is better than the tupperware parties he remembers getting dragged to in his youth, so at least he won't stand out like a sore th-- oh, who is he kidding.]
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Did you come for the wine, or did you want Kate to drunkenly plaster multi-color varnish all over your poorly manicured nails?
[ he says, a little too loudly for comfort. ]
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I was hoping for some advice on colors. I'm pretty sure I'm a winter, but I've never understood how that whole system works.
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[ oh no, Loki, that was awful. ]
I'd appreciate an RSVP next time, I could at least encourage a few color choices.
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A little old fashioned, isn't it?
[ but that's the only off-handed remark Loki makes about it. he doesn't seem all that invested in Spider-Man's identity. while Loki never truly trusted anyone, he did trust their intention and their judgement. this might've been one of those cases. ]
Another name you sent it under, perhaps?
[ he's taking out his phone to check. ]
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[If Loki's trying to psych Spidey out by making him fret over which communicator he used to send the text, it's not going to work. He checked three times before hitting "send," so unless -- damnit. Don't show it don't show it --]
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But possible.
[ he adds, just to be extra annoying, before he fixates his gaze on him. odin forbid he be a bad host. ]
There are snacks and wine. If you can't get intoxicated, then feel free—if you can, as my brother would say, feel even more free! I'm in for a theatrical display of the drunken slinging of web.
But somehow I don't think either is as enticing as what you actually came for.
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[His next words are as light, but the breezy tone fades away as he continues:]
Not to mention the free samples. I always like to test out a product I'm thinking of buying, seeing exactly what's in them and all. I'm sure you understand.
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Oh, certainly.
[ and like a good host, he's leading him right over to the deviled eggs and salsa. ]
But seeing as you probably won't buy, I might need a little more convincing on behalf of your—[ his eyes go to his mask, and his brow quirks. ]—face. [ he says finally. ]
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There's a familiar face. ...Sort of. They already had that conversation. Moving on.
Clara dodges around the room, at the edges, to avoid any strangers and sidles up beside him, hands behind her back, looking someone completely innocent and yet poised to strike.]
Glad to see you here. I was going to suggest new eyeshadow.
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It's a little over the top.
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[Thoughtful pause.] Or maybe just melodrama.
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