Villain Party for the End of the World

[criminallysane]

WHO: All the villains of MoM
WHERE: Joker and Harley's new hideout
WHEN: During the apocalypse
WHAT: A wild, raucous party!
WARNINGS: Prompts and subthreads may contain language, violence, sex, drugs, guns, knives, gambling, manipulation, and villains behaving even more badly than usual.

The goody-goods may be off trying to save the world, but back in De Chima, Joker and Harley have invited all villains to their new place for a hideout-warming apocalypse party! No official invitations have gone out; this is strictly a word-of-mouth, heard-it-through-the-underworld-grapevine sort of thing. But if your character is in any way villainous (even if they’re just a low-grade crook), you can assume that they’ve heard about it and are welcome.

There’s gambling, there’s fighting, there’s drunken confessions and Harley Quinn on a stripper pole. So get on in here before everyone dies, and make a few last-minute, end-of-the-world mistakes with your fellow bad guys.



The Hideout

Joker and Harley have set up shop in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of De Chima, easily reachable by train. Harley has spent the past few weeks busily decorating, and the results are exactly as over-the-top as you’d expect. The floors are concrete and the walls are rusting corrugated metal, but you’d be hard-pressed to tell, what with all the bright paint, kitschy knicknacks, excessive string lights, and (at the moment) mish-mash of Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Hanukkah decorations.

The place is mostly one big open area (Harley calls it “open concept”), with a kitchen and dining area on one end, a game room tucked in one corner, and a living room/hangout area taking up most of the rest of the space. A wide doorway at the back leads to the slightly more private spaces, all of which are accessible to party guests: an animal sanctuary for the hyenas and elephant, Joker’s office, Joker and Harley’s bedroom, a bunkroom with showers for Joker’s employees, and a combination workshop/storage room/torture area. Feel free to make use of any or all of them, and to be creative with the details.


The Kitchen and Dining Room

You’ll find plenty of alcohol and snacks in the crowded kitchen, along with a bunch of scorched (but heavily frosted!) baked goods Harley made herself. Do you dare taste them? There’s also gossip happening left and right in here, what with the world about to end and all. If you’ve got a juicy secret to share, or one you’re hoping to learn, you could pick a worse spot to hang out.

Meanwhile, a beer pong tournament is underway on the absurdly long, royal-style dining room table (which is, of course, slathered in gaudy decorations). It’s not too late for you to join in… or for you to challenge a friend/rival to compete against you in this most honorable of sports. As the evening wears on, other drinking games will be happening here and in the living room, including a few particularly nasty rounds of Never Have I Ever.


The Living Room

A cavernous space that fills up most of the warehouse, the living room has plenty of places to make yourself comfy (if you can stomach the tacky, black-and-red “modern” decor, that is). The walls have been painted black in here, to set off the oversized red leather couches and weird, seemingly random light fixtures. An enormous tv on one wall shows the news coming in from Jeopardy, complete with surround sound, while another screen plays old-timey movies and comedy classics. A record player at one side of the room is going, too, so there’s a ton of noise happening here.

Not that any of that is stopping people from talking. There’s a betting pool going for which heroes are gonna bite it in the battle, as well as some heated talk about which villain’s hero is the best/worst/most insufferable. (Perhaps you’ve got a story to share about the time you almost killed yours and why they totally had it coming?) Everywhere you look, somebody’s flirting, chatting, dancing, bragging, or angling for a fight. Are you the type to calm people down when things get too intense, or are you the one instigating it all in the first place?

Maybe you and your sweetpea (or that cute villain on the other side of the crowd) would like to share a dance before dying. The music’s good and there’s plenty of variety, so whatever your jam is, chances are it’s on offer. And if you’d prefer something a little more athletic, Harley would be happy to teach you a few tricks on that stripper pole she's got set up in the back corner. (Pro tip: Her lessons tend to be a good show in their own right, so bring your singles!)

No matter what you’re looking for (including all manner of drugs and black-market weaponry), you can probably find it here.


The Game Room

If the roar of the living room crowd is too much for you, sneak away to the smaller, quieter game room.

Here, you’ll find a billiards table, a pinball machine, several stolen arcade games, and a tv set up with your choice of cartoons or classic video games. Card games are going on all night at a table in the back—poker mostly, but a few other games sneak in from time to time—and as the news from Jeopardy gets worse and worse, those bets are getting mighty high, indeed.

Late in the night, someone has the brilliant idea to start up a game of Apocalypse Truth or Dare. What’s the worst challenge—or question—you can put to your fellow villains?


The Animal Sanctuary

Make a wrong turn in the back, and you’ll find yourself facing two very hungry-looking hyenas. If you didn’t bring them a snack, you’d better be ready to run. If you did bring them something (a little Frito Pie, perhaps?), come on in, and you may just discover that Bud and Lou aren’t quite as scary as you thought. Feel free to play fetch with them—they’ve got a fabulous leg bone they’ll be happy to chase for you. (A leg bone from what, you ask? Best not to wonder!)

Lucy the elephant is in here, too. (Some of you may remember her from Joker and Harley’s summer block party… or from the zoo, where she lived quite happily until they stole her.) She’s spending the party painting, but she’ll happily allow you to join in, if you like.

Take a moment to snap a selfie by the elephant-sized doggie door at the back of the room while you’re in here. The “babies” have to be able to let themselves in and out, after all.


The Bunkroom

If you’ve been working for Joker, you’ve got a nice comfy bunk waiting for you here whenever you want it, along with plenty of space (and a locker) for your personal effects. With a big shower room and some basic workout equipment, the bunkroom’s got everything a growing clown could need.

If you’re not on Joker’s payroll, you can still sneak in during the party—it’s not even locked. And for anyone whose idea of an end-of-the-world extravaganza requires sharing a bed or a steamy shower with a certain someone, you’ll find a nice, private place to play here, with plenty of bunks to choose from.

Joker and Harley’s room is available, too: perfect if you’re the type who can’t get in the mood without a rubber chicken or a purple bearskin rug. It looks sorta kinda like this (though without all the newspaper clippings—they haven't been here long enough yet!).


The Storeroom and Outside

Listen, sex and gambling and hyenas are great fun and all, but sometimes you just want to beat the everliving shit out of someone. For that, you’ve got two fine choices:

The storeroom at the very back of the warehouse has a space all set up for interrogations and torture. Joker and Harley consider that part of their Tuesday night fun time, but you’re free to use it more earnestly if that sort of thing floats your boat. Everything you need is right at hand: a chair with restraints, dental equipment, episodes of The Nanny, etc.

Out back, someone’s started a Fight Club-style brawl on the cracked pavement loading area. There’s not much light out here once the sun goes down—just one rickety old street light—but if you’ve made it this far, chances are you don’t care. Come on, ImPort—why not step into that dark, bloody ring and show everyone what you’re made of?


Wildcard!

It's the apocalypse and there are no rules here. If the prompt you want isn't listed, just make up your own! Be creative, take liberties, etc.


[ OOC Note: This is intended to be a chance for villains to mix and mingle and build new CR, so no need to direct your top-level at Joker specifically! Please note in your subject line if your starter is intended for one person in particular or OTA, then tag around and make some pals.

Also, a note for heroes: The place is packed. If your character somehow found out about the party (maybe they beat up a baddie recently?), they could probably show up disguised as a crook and no one would be the wiser… at least, for a while! ]

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Joker | OTA

[criminallysane]

The Living Room: Dancing

You shouldn’t have stepped away from the crowd.

Joker approaches you from behind, silent as an eel, and reaches for your forearm. “Put your drink down. You owe me a dance.”

The Game Room: Poker

Displeased with his current hand, which contains a whole lot of nothing, Joker decides to make things more interesting.

He points a finger at you from across the table and announces, “I saw that! You’re sneaking extra cards out of your sleeve!”

The Game Room: Apocalypse Truth or Dare

Lounging on the sofa and taking up way more than his fair share of space, Joker scans the faces around him in search of a victim. When he gets to yours, he smiles.

“Let’s go with you. Truth, or dare?”

Joker’s Office

Joker opens his office door to find you standing in the middle of the room. He stops in the doorway, visibly surprised. “Well, what the devil are you doing here?”

Outside: Fight Club

Joker's not even on anything at the moment, but with that wild gleam in his eyes, you’d never know it. He peels his shirt off and tosses it aside as he steps into the ring, then cracks his neck and grins. He holds both arms out, Christ-like, and spins in a slow circle.

“All right, bitches. Who wants a kiss before midnight?”

Fight Club

[madlove]

Harley’s been running around barefoot most of the night, and has typically had a Solo cup of alcohol glued to her hand. So, by now, she’s definitely had her fair share of booze and party fun. But Fight Club? She never misses that. And has even tossed on a pair of curb stomping, black combat boots for the occasion. She’d gotten into a few tussles earlier in the night, but this right here is the main attraction. The fight she’s been waiting for.

Unlike the previous fights, she’s not actually looking to hurt Joker in any permanent fashion -- unless it’s in the hurts so good sorta way -- but there’s nothing like a few good punches to get the blood flowing. And with the night being such a riot, she can’t help the excess energy pulsing through her.

Pushing through the crowd, and twirling an oversized wooden mallet in one hand that gives away the strength she has in just one hand, she can’t help but smirk. “I think that midnight kiss is for me, puddin’.”

[criminallysane]

"Ooh, hoo hoo! Is that a fact?" Joker's grin shifts into a sly, mean smirk.

From his perspective, he has every advantage in this encounter. Harley's sloppy even when she hasn't been drinking, and Joker's seen her put away enough cupfuls tonight to know she ought to be a hot fucking mess. He, meanwhile, is as sober as they come: the lilting swagger in his walk is equal parts mania and performance, nothing more.

Moreover, his Harley Girl might like a bit of rough-housing now and again, but Joker knows good and well she's going to hold back when it comes to him. She loves him too much, the little idiot; she's not going to actually try to maim or murder him. Whereas he, well... With the eyes of the crowd upon him, and the chilly November night air licking up his bare skin, Joker sees no reason whatsoever to hold back. Life is short, and sloppy henchwenches are a dime a dozen.

He's going to mop the pavement with her.

With his arms still held out at his sides, he waggles his fingers at her and offers an exaggerated, campy half-bow. He wants to taunt her. Lure her in, nice and close. "Well! Thank you for the offer, oh Prevert Mine." He straightens up and flashes an equally over-the-top Sad Clown frown. "But I was hoping for someone more exciting."

Game Room

[tricksterofasgard]

The Asgardian raises a brow at being addressed, but his expression eases back into a more neutral one just a moment later. Neutral, yet bearing a small smirk.

"I will risk the dare." He replies, tilting his head back just slightly.

[criminallysane]

"A man of action," Joker says, beaming. "I like that. I do."

He reaches beneath his jacket and removes a clearly well-loved, 6-shot, double-action revolver. It's a big one, chosen for how well its grip fits his large hand, and it's a personal favorite. He really shouldn't be doing what he's about to do with it, but hey, what the hell. This is a party, after all! Might as well play with the good toys.

Joker swings the cylinder out and dumps the cartridges into his gloved palm, then neatly replaces one and only one of them. He thumbs the cylinder back into place and offers the gun to his guest.

"I dare you," he says, still smiling, "to play one round of one-man roulette."

He has no idea if a shot to the head would kill Loki or not. But wouldn't it be fun to see, either way?

Fight Club

[needlenose]

So because his new boss is uh... eccentric, Rhino's a little concern when that spin stops and he's looking right at him. And because Rhino's also a bit, let's say 'intellectually challenged,' he naturally turns to look behind and to either side of himself before pointing one big armored finger at his chest.

"Wait...me? Uhhhh... I don't think this is such a good idea. Them boys in lab coats said this thing comes off now, but I don't think it's that kind o' suit..."

Look at him. Being all thoughtful and loyal and such. Mostly toward the prospect of having a set place to crash every night and some spending money, but hey, the circles they run in right?

[criminallysane]

Nobody would ever call Rhino the brightest beast in the herd, it's true. But what's a comedy act without someone to play the fool? And when said someone happens to also be built like a human tank, why, asking for brainpower too would just be greedy!

It's that tank-like quality that's most endearing about the fellow, and tonight, Joker fully intends to demonstrate to the crowd just how endearing his new henchbeast can be.

He dismisses Rhino's concerns with a flick of his hand. "Oh, don't be silly. That suit fits you perfectly! And don't you want our friends to see how very dashing you are in it?"

He beckons him forward, and his smile's plenty mean enough to suggest something foul is afoot. "Come now. Dash at me."

He's counting on being able to get out of the way in time. That might be a misguided assumption, but, well, tonight's a night for making poor choices, isn't it? Joker's willing to roll the dice.

Harley Quinn | OTA

[madlove]

The Kitchen:
Harley’s standing proudly by her burnt (and inedible) baked goods, trying to pass them off to innocent (although, really, is anyone at this party innocent?) bystanders. Anyone who actually takes one might find them impossible to bite into, or so disgustingly horrible that they have to immediately spit them out. In which case they’ll be dealing with a petulant clown.

“C’mon, they taste better than they look! Swearsies!”

She might have to feed them (the treats, not your character!) to Bud and Lou later. They’ll eat anything.


Dining Room:
Harley’s showing off what looks suspiciously like a professional electroshock device. It looks pretty old-timey, like it’s from an era of less scrupulous medical interventions, but it also seems to have had some adjustments made to it (ie: the shock it’ll give you packs one hell of a wallop).

“You grab one end, I grab the other, we switch it on. Whoever holds on longer wins. The loser has to drink. You game?”


The Living Room:
Harley looks perfectly at home swinging on a stripper pole. And even though she’s dressed in the absolute bare minimum when it comes to clothing, she actually presents herself with a grace and athleticism that makes it look like an artful dance.

Hanging upside, she smiles at the closest person, reaching her hands down to the floor and flipping her legs over in a backbend before turning to her newest target. “Wanna lesson?”


Outside:
Harley gives her latest opponent a kick so that they roll outside of the perimeter of the makeshift ring that’s been set up. Maybe she’s had a little too much to drink that night, or maybe it’s the intensity of an impending Armageddon, or maybe it’s just her plain craziness kicked up a notch, but she’s been showing off with her strength more than strictly necessary.

“Next!”


Joker and Harley’s Room:
Sure, that back bedroom’s open, but who in their right mind would really think it was a good idea to go into it? Apparently your character. Or maybe they just took a wrong turn.

Either way, Harley’s a few steps behind them, with a baseball bat slung over her shoulder. “Did you take a wrong turn, sailor. Or are you looking for a good time?”


Wildcard
[ Anything else; hmu ]

Living Room

[tricksterofasgard]

"I would be surprised if there was anything you could possibly teach me."

The smile he offers is false. And as for his claim... Well. He at least likes to consider it valid. Though he will admit that she knows her way around that pole.

[madlove]

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Harley says with a cheeky smile, reaching behind her for the pole again to swing herself around it, ending up hanging by one carefully placed knee upside down again.

She tips her head again, trying to place this guy. He doesn’t ring a bell but that’s no big. That was part of the point of this party: villains needed to network too.

“Do you have a name or should I make one up for you? You’re definitely not a Horace. Or a Clarence.”

living room

[mostlyprofessional]

Chloe wouldn't call herself a villain any more than she would call herself a hero, and blondes aren't really her type either. But she doesn't see how she can help in Jeopardy despite her best friend's best attempts (she's pointedly facing away from the TV screen), she'd love to get back into her underworld jobs and black market work, and she can always appreciate the way a woman moves, so here she is with a drink in her hand and her eyes on the arc of Harley's body anyway.

"Wouldn't mind one," she decides, her Australian accent coming through in her drawl. "A new use for all the yoga practice."

[madlove]

This pole has done its job as a conversation starter, which had been one of the main points behind installing it. For the party anyway. After the party, it'd have a very different use. Assuming everyone wasn't a pile of ash by then.

Ah well.

"Now yoga, that's a good stretch. But this is a workout. Are you sure you're up for it?"

Kitchen

[restingstitchface]

Crane takes one of the baked goods without a bad word. Manners make a good impression, especially so when one in the party is a tattletale. Though most would struggle to know who that offender is. He takes a small bite and wraps the rest in a paper napkin. The smile on his face is pleasant.

He's tasted worse. Nothing's more unpleasant than Georgian cooking.

"Nice party."

Re: Kitchen

[madlove]

At this point, she’s actually a little surprised that anyone’s taking anything she cooked... never mind that anyone managed to bite into it with a smile. Sure, yeah, it’s all a little overcooked; she’s not denying that. But Harley’s just deluded enough to think that they’re not the most awful things ever.

Which actually might be true if only because she’s cooked some truly awful things in the past. Things that make this attempt look like Martha Stewart had spent all day in the kitchen.

“Ain’t it though?” There’s no suppressing her obvious pride in the whole new hideout. And though she knows, deep down, that this party likely wouldn’t have happened if the world hadn’t been simultaneously ending, Harley likes to think of the whole thing as a truly proper, fancy housewarming bash.

“Let me tell you: housewares are expensive these days. It’s downright highway robbery what these stores charge for a simple knife set.”

Quentin Beck | OTA

[mysterioisthetruth]

The Living Room

When Beck heard the Joker was holding some sort of get together, he was interested. There was no way Beck was going to get involved in the heroics in Jeopardy. While it would be a fine opportunity to prove himself a true hero, he was currently so self absorbed that his focus had moved elsewhere and for the most part he'd been stewing in his apartment, making other plans that didn't involve what was going on with the apocalypse. He was sure there were enough heroes here to take on that challenge and save the day. He didn't want the competition or the real risk.

So he turned up to the party, looking briefly around before he caught sight of old movies and now here he was, sitting and enjoying the classics. Just try to pry him away... He occasionally glances at the news in Jeopardy but for the most part he's fully focused on the film, no matter what else is going on around him.

The Living Room

[madlove]

There’s one thing Harley can’t resist: fucking with peoples’ heads. And, well, Beck there seems so engrossed in what he’s watching (or, at least, so determined to ignore everything else around him) that she can’t help but sidle up to him with a big grin and a large cup of something that’s mostly hard liquor with a splash of juice.

Dropping down to sit next to him, more closely than she really needs to, so her hip’s pressed against his and so she can snap the fingers on her free hand in front of his face. “Hello? Earth to Broadway. Is this really how you’re spending your last night alive?” Not that Harley doesn’t think all those heroes will find some way to fix things and they’ll all be back to their humdrum lives tomorrow. “What is this? Casablanca? You’re not even watching something you haven’t seen for, what? A thousand times?

“Don’t be a stick in the mud,” she adds, leaning to rest her chin on his shoulder without waiting for an invitation. “Come have some fun.”

[tricksterofasgard]

"Shouldn't you be in Jeopardy, saving the day?" Loki asks in a plain voice, standing right behind the couch Quentin is sitting on. How long has he been hovering there? He may not want to know that.

The Asgardian has been staring at the screen, trying to make sense of just what he is even looking at. It's definitely not Jeopardy. Though of course he has no intention to ask.

"You want to be seen as a hero, if I recall correctly."

Crane | OTA

[restingstitchface]

Outside the place:

[Tonight, Crane can be found loitering near the backdoor at any time of night. One might think he's enjoying the crisp, cold air. Another might think he's abandoned the party because there's too much chatter there. A third yet might think he's escaped to score a cigarette.

When the partygoer opens the door and steps outside, they'll see him standing close. A nod of the head, a polite acknowledgement, and he's back to staring. At them? Maybe. Or perhaps he's too focused on his own thoughts to notice them at all.]


You'll always find him in the kitchen at parties:

[Others might notice Crane loitering in the back of the kitchen. He does an admirable job of keeping emotions off his face as he inspects Joker's alcohol, judging it against some private standard. People who know him may know what he's truly after: gossip. He either listens to it or starts it himself.]

You know, Bruce Wayne walked out on a chess match I was winning. Who'd have thought it? I guess money doesn't buy intelligence after all.


Spite Club:

[He refuses outright to get involved in brawling in the street.]

Fight? Me? You must be joking.

[Otherwise he stands at the edge of the ring, observing people and their play patterns. It's odd entertainment, but if the shoe fits...]

Loki | OTA

[tricksterofasgard]

Living Room

Officially, Loki is still registered as a hero, but thanks to having gotten into the habit of earning his living via gambling, it's no surprised he has heard of this little event. And why shouldn't he stop by when this realm is about to find its doom anyway?

He has a mostly untouched drink in one hand while taking a few moments to check on the news, pondering who of the people he actually knows may be right there and potentially dying. Not that he cares. Most of them are humans anyway. And humans die. And yet something at the back of his mind still insists that some of these humans may have been close enough to be considered friends.

Mentally pushing that notion out of the way, Loki takes his attention away from the television and moves to inspect some of the weaponry kept in this area. A pair of dagger is bound to catch his eyes and he picks one up to fiddle with it and see how it weighs in his hand. Of course it feels incredibly light. He plays with it for a few moments and then just tosses it halfway across the warehouse and straight into a dart board over in the gaming area, effectively splitting the board in two.

"Not bad." The Asgardian comments in a neutral tone.

Hopefully no one has been using that board - Or got too startled by a dagger suddenly being thrown across the room and just nearly missing them.

Beer Pong

The tournament has basically been decided the moment the Asgardian has chosen to join in. He is clear in the lead and his streak of wins may just appear a little too good. Then again, most participants are already pretty drunk, and how many of them will truly be able to tell apart skill or even just luck from a little magic or even just some telekinesis. Of course it also doesn't help that Loki is more or less immune to the effects of human alcohol.

At any rate, Loki at least enjoys this particular part of the party: The part where he clearly dominates everyone else. And it shows in his smug smirk as he peers around for another challenger.

"Oh, please. I must have been just lucky until now. There is no way this streak of fortune can last any longer!" He says to no one in particular before pointing into the crowd "Care to prove me right?"

Game Room

While the offered food is of less interest to Loki, the games and the involved gambling are much more intriguing to the Asgardian. Billiard and poker are right up his alley and he has made a few decent winnings before turning to the much less familiar video games.

"This is remarkably unappealing." Loki exclaims, controller in hand and staring at the screen where a small, two-dimensional figure runs back and forth in a rather useless way before being killed by an equally two-dimensional foe. Loki frowns before looking up and around "Fine. Someone explain to me how to do this!"

Catra | OTA

[plentystrong]

Kitchen

[ Catra doesn't know what to think about this whole cryptic end-of-the-world thing. Half of her doesn't want to believe it. Half of her doesn't want to care. So when she hears about a villain party through the grapevine, all of her decides to distract herself with that.

The kitchen is her first stop, where she stuffs her face with the cupcakes and nabs a beer. What? The cupcakes are still good, and she's survived on way worse. If anyone wants to give her shit about drinking, she'll just hiss. ]

Game Room

[ Ah, the good old arcade games. Maybe this time they'll be less frustrating than the other times? It's a good way to distract herself from the awkwardness of being essentially new around here, for sure. Not that she lets it show.

She'll be mashing buttons, yelling and hissing when things don't go her way. ]

Dancing

[ There's no shortage of beautiful women about (well, is there ever), and if you're lucky, Catra will approach you with a swaggering step, a raised brow and an extended hand. ]

Care for a dance?

The News

[ After having mingled for a while, Catra finally pays attention to the TV. More specifically, the news show that is currently running. She's been purposefully ignoring it so far, but this time, just as her eyes glance onto the screen, she sees a familiar redhead casting spells against some truly hideous monsters.

It's enough to make her halt in her step, drink forgotten in her hand.

Which leaves her to watch as an even more familiar tall, muscular blonde fights the monsters with her shining sword.

When She-Ra is jumped by what looks between a cross of an owl and a bear and exits the camera's field of view, Catra flinches. ]

Dancing

[madlove]

[ Harley gets more handsy than usual when she drinks. And tonight, especially, she wants to make sure every guest feels welcome. She’s a hostess after all. And if this hideout doesn’t come across as a helluva good time then it’s just a poor look for this budding criminal empire that’s being built here.

So she’s flitting from here to there, batting her lashes at whoever looks at her, putting a hand on the arm of anyone who looks like they’re going to start a throw down and break shit and then letting it linger suggestively until their anger gutters out. If anyone’s going to fight, she wants to be able to place a bet on it, dammit.

Catra’s approach, though, catches Harley’s attention; that swagger speaks of confidence and those strangely colored eyes speak of someone who’s different, knows it, and doesn’t give a shit. ]

Someone who’s not afraid of rejection. [ She says it while putting her own hand in Catra’s. ] I like it!

kitchen

[mostlyprofessional]

Hello, kitten.

[Yes, Catra has been nicknamed. As Chloe reaches for another beer, she takes stock of what the cat's feasting on.]

I can't believe you're actually eating those. It's almost 'villainous' [one handed quote marks, what with her other hand holding a beer] to even serve them.

Anakin Skywalker | OTA

[prophesiedone]

[Living Room]

[He shouldn't be here; he really, really shouldn't. But he caught wind of this gathering thanks to his job and, well, curiosity led him here. The Jedi in him hasn't been killed completely and he wants to keep track of said "villains" in the cities.

Dressed in black - including a coat that handily hides the lightsaber hanging off of his belt - he slips through the crowd in the living room, cautious about eating or touching anything. Nothing can be trusted here. And the music is weird. The sound of it sets his teeth on edge and he waves his hand, turning the record player off with the Force.

There. Maybe now he can think.]

[The Game Room]

[Dancing doesn't interest him - nor is he in the mood to beat anyone to a pulp. Yet. So Anakin slips into the game room, picking up one of those long sticks that is used for billiards. If nothing else, it will serve as a moderate defense? Using some chalk on the end, he sets up the balls before striking them expertly.

He has always had excellent aim.]

[Wildcard]

[Have an idea? Want to taunt the not-quite-a-villain-anymore? You can also contact me on Plurk at tiger_eyes.]

Living Room

[plentystrong]

[ Catra was actually enjoying the loud music. While her hearing is more sensitive than that of regular humans, she is used to a steady thrum of noise from the Fright Zone, and in small doses, she finds it animating. So she was kind of hanging back, letting the vibrations flow through her while sipping a drink, until she spots Anakin in the crowd.

Curious, she watches him, though she doesn't interact. She doesn't need a lecture right now, and he is sure to give one. But then he waves his hand, and the music stops.

That's enough to get her up and going, and she stomps over to him, jabbing her free hand with its extended finger at him. ]

Hey! What'd you do that for?

living room

[mostlyprofessional]

[Chloe has a beer in hand as she scopes out the room, eavesdropping and trying to identify who might be a useful contact. Emphasis on trying, what with the noise. So when one of those noise sources disappears, she definitely notices.]

And what if I was listening to that?

[Her tone's more teasing than annoyed; there's too many things playing in here to listen to any one of them. Which, when it came to the Jeopardy broadcast, was a good thing.]