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[selfimage]

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.

Comments

[selfequipped]

I'll paint anyone's nails!

[It's an offer that Kate is willing to make to just about anyone. She's there very early on—possibly from the very beginning—and it doesn't take her long to find a glass of wine and a spot on the Victorian love seat. Of course, she doesn't stay there. Although Kate did quite a bit of socializing the night before, she doesn't seem daunted by the fact of being here now, and doing much of the same.

Why would she be?

She flutters around the tiny loft greeting people and suggesting colors; surprisingly enough, she does consider colors that aren't necessarily purple for other people. (Though she doesn't refrain from suggesting it if someone really would do well in purple ... and why would she?

The important thing is that she's clearly here for the company and not the makeup. Once a Sephora girl, always a Sephora girl, even if Sephora has a different brand identity here.]

[selfimage]

[ he didn't exactly remember when Kate showed up, but it was easy enough for her to get in. the door had some curious spell on it where he it would open on contact with those invited inside. most of the time, Kate didn't even need to knock (nor did the other Young Avengers, and it had led to some incidents with Tommy). ]

Have a few more drinks before you say that.

[hackitude]

Wait, really?

I didn't pick you for the type.

[bodyshots]

You know, getting my right hand done without it looking like a disaster for once would be nice.

[Sprawled where she sits in a most unladylike fashion and inspecting a few polishes, Yang looks up and cracks a wide smile.]

You do mine, I'll do yours?

[shutterbugged]

Eh, wallcrawling is hell on a manicure. But thanks for the offer.

[ofloveandbeauty]

[Maybe she's not the best at being feminine sometimes but that doesn't mean Minako doesn't try. This is going to be her wholehearted attempt but she is excited to go and make new friends.

She arrives just after the time the party is supposed to start, not too late, but just enough to be fashionable, dressed in a black polka dot dress and black hat. She had a big smile on her face, eyes sparkling as she practically burst in the door to greet Loki standing there.

A glass of wine in one hand, Minako is excited to look at the cosmetics, selecting a few in interesting colors which definitely don't match any kind of color palette known to mankind but she still turns to someone with a smile, looking over at what they have.] What do you think of these colors? There are just so many things to choose from!

[selfimage]

[ Loki pauses to take a look at her, before discreetly taking one of those eyeshadows out of her hand and replacing it with something that would be a little subtler. something with more of a brown hue. ]

Day in, talk shows and all.

[ he says with a little nod, before taking the one he put in her hand out, and replacing it with a dark, smokey black. ]

Night out, paint the town red.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian's sitting right next to Minako, sorting through the foundation, mostly. He's got a short-sleeved polo shirt on and about five different swatches of foundation on his arm, trying to find what best matched his skin tone.

As Minako asks about some of the colors, he lightly frowns, pretending to think long and hard about it. ] I think that blush would look great on you, [ he says, pointing to a lighter one. ]

[hackitude]

Let's be real. I'm just here for your boxed wine.

[brushoff]

A woman after my heart, [ Dorian chimes in, as he pours himself another glass of boxed wine. ]

[selfimage]

Who let you in?

[ he says, waving his hand in front of his face like he's unsure, himself. ]

Don't tell me, it was Kate.

[glowsferatu]

I think you could stand to be more adventurous. At least try the samples.

[ she moves a hand through the assortment of mascara before picking one out. ] Have you ever considered something in blue?

[housenurse]

[Make up is expensive; Sukuyo only got to experience regularly wearing it during her brief brush with wealth, and the wide array almost uncomfortably reminds her of that time. But, wine making her blush already, she's determined to make the best of this. After all, this is a different world. She can afford pretty things without losing her humanity.

She's still a little self-conscious about it, though, so she tries to stick to browsing neutral, natural shades... But, she keeps coming back to a specific baby pink lipstick that she's sure would look absolutely ridiculous on a woman her age... But, gosh, it is really lovely...

Of course, while all of this soul searching is going on, she's just standing there in the middle of the fucking room like a weirdo, staring blankly at the tube of lipstick in her hand.]

[selfimage]

[ she's not the only weirdo in this room. in fact, there's a weirdo coming up not too far behind her, and a hand coming over her shoulder holding a q-tip.

he doesn't really exchange words, but the intent is clear. if she looks back at him he'll tip his head to the side, raising his eyebrows like "why not?"

being the general god of defiance lent to some questionable decisions, but it's not like anyone beyond this room would see it if it turned out appalling, and hopefully everyone would be all too tipsy to notice. it was the point. ]

wow this is late i'm sorry

[glowsferatu]

[ as kanaya watches this intense deliberation, she can't help thinking a little encouragement might help. half the idea of a party like this is for peer input. she comes around sukuyo's side, leaning down a little with her eyes on the lipstick. ]

Still undecided? I doubt it would hurt anything to try it on.

( open )

[corviform]

[ While everyone else is busying themselves with the various products offered and mingling with each other, Gil is doing the complete opposite — keeping to himself in a corner with his arms folded perhaps a bit too tight across his chest. He's clearly not the sort who finds this stuff appealing, but he had been invited and though he was apprehensive about dragging himself into a situation he wouldn't exactly fare well in, it would have been rude to turn down Loki's invitation.

Especially when they have a strange working relationship. He owes Loki his presence at his party.

... But it doesn't mean he's going to be putting nail varnish on anytime soon. ]

[selfimage]

[ Loki's actually a fairly good host. he's mingling among those arriving and those sampling the wares spread over the table. he makes sure everyone has tissues and q-tips and plenty of wine. (it was good for business.) it's when he sees Gil wallflowering looking almost theatrically put-out that he approaches, moving to take one of Gil's arms and uncross it. ]

Relax, at least. You look like a regular party pooper.

[ open ]

[falsesmile]

[ Vestara had assembled an odd arrangement of cosmetics for a teenage girl: brown-red lipstick tawny rouge, gray eyeshadow, muted red nail lacquer, all scooped into an empty wineglass for easy portability. Taken together, they would create visual cues that would age her terribly... but that was the point. She needed to be able to create an illusion.

With the business part of the evening taken care of, she poured herself a glass of wine, and winced visibly at the first sip. She hadn't planned to drink much of it -- better to keep a glass in hand so no one would pester her about it, but to avoid intoxication and stay alert for trouble -- but this might have put her off drinking even if she had planned to become inebriated tonight. ]

Interesting.

[selfimage]

It's awful. Part of it's charm, actually.

[ despite what she had been through not mere weeks before, she seemed in rude health. of course, there was something to say about people who became used to the acquired taste of the supernatural. the omniverse needed all kinds.

he drops a sample of blush on the loveseat beside her and lifts a brow. ]

I thought it might match, but you might need more wine before you make the crucial decision.

[ he seems casual and relaxed enough. ]

[parallels]

[As promised, Clara has shown up and is standing off to the side looking as awkward as she claimed she would. It's not that she doesn't like socializing (give her an in and she'll talk your ear off), it's just about finding her place in a room full of strangers. She's naturally cautious, naturally someone who wants to try to have a plan of attack for everything. Which doesn't really work for parties.

So, glass of wine in hand, she spends most of her time inspecting the cosmetics. She experiments with the different shades of eyeliner and shadows, putting some on her hands and others actually properly on her face. Clara's no expert but she knows her way around a makeup kit]

[selfimage]

[ there's a nice spread ranging from things that are more subtle and dewy to bright, vibrant clubbing colors and accompanying glitter. speaking of glitter, Loki comes up beside her, offering her a very bright, glittery opal shade that changes depending on its reflection in the light.

there's a light shrug and a raise of his brow that says "why not?"

he doesn't exactly break into conversation just yet. ]

[bodyshots]

[Option A]

Ooooo.

[True to her word, Yang shows up in full on party-and-makeup mode, looking trendy as anything in shorts, a long, artfully-ripped white shirt, vest and ankle boots, as well as her requisite thigh-highs. She's either poring over the eyeliners, considering snagging one for Blake (homegirl's liner game was sharp as hell) or picking up the nail polishes, looking for a yellow or orange that suits her tastes.]

What have we here...?


[Option B]

[Someone may or may not have just taken a sip of the wine and decided to reconsider that decision with a look of mild distaste on her face.]

Okay, bad life choice for the evening, check.

[She makes her way toward the island for something to snack on to hopefully get that taste out of her mouth, worrying idly at a few strands of long, golden hair over her shoulder. Someone should probably make sure she doesn't snag up too many of the snacks.]

b

[selfimage]

Am I safe if the wine's the only one?

[ he leans up with his back against the island, and it's suspiciously close to the time her hand begins its journey to snag its first snack. it's essential to play good host, even at the most inconvenient of times.

there was never just one reason for him to do anything, after all. ]

[yseult]

[ Sansa may be one of the youngest attendees at the the party, but she shows no qualms about helping herself to some of the wine. It was perfectly normal for her to have a glass or two with meals back home, after all, and the attitudes that the people of this world have shown on the matter have been rather strange. At least she can pass for older than she actually is; as Alayne Stone, she had no trouble convincing people that she was in her late teens.

She's been in a few make-up stores since her arrival, so the display that Loki has set up isn't quite as overwhelming as it may have been otherwise. She was no stranger to cosmetics, but some of the items were still a mystery to her-- not to mention the neon glitter eyeshadows. She helps herself to some of the snacks while eyeing the products, though she also finds herself glancing over the books that Loki hasn't hidden away, and engaging in some subtle people-watching.

Eventually, she sets her glass down and picks up some mascara, looking quite curious as she inspects the wand as though attempting to decipher its mysteries. ]

[bodyshots]

With your coloring, you might want to go a little lighter on the mascara.

[Yang pipes up helpfully from where she's perusing some eyeshadow, trying her best not to be too intimidating. Though it probably doesn't help that she more or less looks like the embodiment of those trendy girls they use to market these kinds of things.

She considers the other girl critically, a finger tapping her chin, and then raises her hands as if setting a frame around her face.]

Though hmmm... I think you could pull off the whole smoky eye makeup deal pretty well...

open

[diociopath]

[Dio's more of a late arrival in this case, as he wasn't able to set out for the party until the sun had completely set. To his credit, he's also decided to spare people his usual outfit. Rather, Dio shows up wearing something a little less revealing than usual, though whether or not it offends less depends on how much it hurts your taste in clothing.

Right now he's trying on a pretty striking shade of blue eyeshadow, which if you look hard enough you might notice it matches the feathery material lining the top of his jacket.

Does it draw too much attention? Unfortunately, that's his entire reasoning behind...well, everything. Attention.]

[manbanchoku]

Woooow~! You look super cool, Dio!

[Amazingly, the feathers remind her to leave off the '-chan' that reflexively springs to her lips. Couture fashion is adult and mature and—probably not evil. He pulls it off better than Ryuuko and Satsuki's mom's clown gown, at least.

Mako's trussed up in a powder blue sundress with white flowers embroidered along the edges, contrasting sharply with his own image.]

open;

[shutterbugged]

[It's a truism in Spider-Man's life that any time he wants to be somewhere on time, at least one minor incident will crop up on his way to make him late -- no matter how much leeway he gives himself for that very reason.

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.]

[selfimage]

[ how surprisingly unsurprising. he had made his announcement over the network, and Norman had conveniently weaseled his way in to talk in his normal weasel manner. he's not all too shocked to see that he has a normal window visitor. ]

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. ]

open!

[brushoff]

[ Part of the reason why he was here was because Kate and Loki were here. Kate, Dorian was discovering, had potential to be a great friend (or, at least, a great friend assuming he could keep a little damper on some of his other tendencies.) And Loki? Loki was interesting--and Dorian liked interesting.

Plus, he was attractive, in that sort of 'you look young but I know you're probably way too old' kind of way--much like himself, to be honest.

So, wine glass in hand for pretty much the whole party, Dorian looks through the foundation, ostensibly to smooth out his complexion but lol to him, his complexion is already perfect, so it's mostly Dorian looking through the foundation and moisturizer as an excuse. ]

[selfimage]

[ now that's rude, Dorian, not everyone is as old as you.

Loki's a good host—but that's not so surprising with the name "Loki," he was made for this kind of social mingle, after all. he makes sure that everyone is comfortable enough to speak before he gives his attention to the more social attendees that had already made themselves comfortable, Dorian included. ]

You seem to know the drill far to well for me to make any suggestion.

[ he says, satisfied, as he takes a seat next to him. ]

open, but really late!

[glowsferatu]

[ kanaya finds herself inspecting the nail polish, trying to decide if she wants something new. typically, she sticks with her signature shades, jade or black. they're classic, dependable. but a party like this would be wasted without giving some thought to wading out a little. it's the perfect occasion to try new things.

it's hard to find shades that go well with both brown and grey, something she can wear in any situation, but it would be a waste not to try. she picks up is a pale pink, screwing up her lips as she contemplates it, while sloshing a glass full of something that is not wine in the other. putting it down, she picks up an orange. she'll probably end up buying it for rose, but can't see it looking anything but terrible on herself. ]

[selfimage]

If I knew you were looking for something other than green, I wouldn't have put so many shades on display. You could go with something a little more eye-drawing. Green on your all your fingers but two.

[ he hands her a dark olive, accompanied with a burnish gold. ]

Starting a few more desirable trends.