I'll just live on in the Dark

[motherflocker.livejournal.com]

WHO: Anyone heading to the Iceberg Lounge
WHERE: At a damn fine building downtown
WHEN: 12/12; Night
WARNINGS: Will be edited if necessary.
SUMMARY: Opening night!
FORMAT: Whatever you want! Tag yo'selves in!



Walking into the bar is like walking into a wide open room, but the dimmed lights never seem to be bright enough to catch every detail in one swoop. To the far right wall is the bar, and a long bar it is, with bartenders lining it spaced by about five feet or so in between. Nobody actually sits at the bar, of course. The bartenders are there to make drinks for the servers. While both the bartenders and server girls wear tuxedos, the women's are made for the intent to actually catch the eye, of course. Fishnets replace slacks, dressshirts cut much lower than necessary, and tophats on each woman's head. They grin, and flirt, and make their way, but the moment a hand drifts too far, there's the legion of bouncers who line the walls, watching for any infraction. The Penguin is, after all a chauvenist, but he is no pig.

The middle of the wide area is devoted to tables, an endless sea of white clothed tables, each one a unique and different ice sculpture in the center. Each one unique, lit from beneath with a light that lets an almost wet light radiate from each table.

And of course to the left is the stage, performers that never cease to move, or sing, or whatever is up for the next part of the night. Breaks between each are sparse, quick, and the music never becomes too loud. And the stage, it is lined with penguins. A bit of irony, perhaps, but Penguin wouldn't begrudge his prior career as a gotham rogue. Perhaps he even reveled in the reminder. Out there for everyone to see.

Regardless, there would be no grand plots or schemes tonight. Just a party.

Comments

AND OPEN for Oswald

[motherflocker.livejournal.com]

Of course the host began the night at the top of the stairs, announcing a grand opening, and greeting the greatest and brightest in the City. Hands shook, conversations begun, and then artfully slid out of with promises to speak later, although for much of it, it seemed as if the monocled host would spend a great deal of time on his own table, up the stairs and secluded from the little people. He waved through who he wished, and even occasionally, he did make his rounds once again, a slow step and a lit cigarette, the smoke curling over the tops of the heads of the guests, even when the owner would be hard to spot through the crowd.

[meowminx]

The penguins weren't the only reminder of old careers. Selina's dress certainly hadn't been chosen by accident.

"Oswald," she said in cool greeting as she entered. "The place looks great."

OPEN

[meowminx]

Selina was there, wearing purple leopard print and a dark little smile. She kept a drink in hand and her eyes on the crowd. Looking perhaps a bit too much at home among Gotham's less reputable residents.

Really, she had little in the way of plans for the night. More curiosity as to what Oswald had in store, who would show up. And she did so love a good party.

[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

Anything could be used an excuse for Cross to dress up and go drinking. Drink in hand and a few numbers in his pocket, he spotted Selina across the room (quite easy when you're a human periscope) and tried to make his way through to her.

"This is a pleasant surprise." He greeted, trying to remember that people in the future don't usually say hello by bowing and kissing a hand.

OPEN 2: the return of mr. kinley

[nottheanswers]

[Mr. Kinley took a table not far from the stage, enjoying the entertainment and the wine. His eye, as ever, wanders, taking note of every who that's a who to notice, his mind never far from business, despite the pleasures that surround him.]

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

[ Thomas is, soon enough, sliding into the seat beside Kinley, glass of wine in hand. ]

I didn't expect to see you here.

OPEN

[maskurbates]

[Were it not for Black Mask's charred head, he would blend in nicely with the rest of the tuxedo wearing crowd. Whether he's prowling through the arrivals or sitting at a table all alone, he always has a drink in hand and a glint in his eyes.]

[meowminx]

[ He gets a bitter glare when Selina first spots him. And then he gets ignored. ]

open like an open thing

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ bruce, dressed up in a blond wig, fake mustache and dyed eyebrows, is fairly content to switch between people watching and mingling just enough that he doesn't look suspicious. there's one glass that stays in his hand all night, full enough that no one's going to ask him if he wants a refill, but empty enough that it looks like he's drinking.

he's going by the name doyle tonight. doyle yates. which could flow better, but that's not why he picked it. ]

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

[What a very strange man across the bar. She doesn't really make a move to talk to him, but there's something quite off about a man that doesn't drink much.]

(OPEN.)

[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

[there's a bar opening? well count him in. wearing his best suit that he got (read: 'borrowed on credit'), cross decides that tonight is a good night to try and get drunk and get laid. for a moment, he sits and he watches, observing people and how they are in this environment.]

I have to

[notadartboard]

[not too far away, Sanji is charming the ladies, dressed in his double-breasted black coat with a blue shirt and white tie. Observe him if you want, Cross, he's getting them drinks and talking about his possible appearance on Iron Chef]

OPEN;

[hexappeal]

[Zatanna's here for the networking, or so she says. Really, she's here because she likes parties and maybe she was looking for an excuse to take her mind off of the past few weeks (months?) and what better way to do it than with a glass of champagne in hand?

Her dress is catered to a high-end event like this, but as always, she can't help but add a little something that references her occupation (in this case, a pair of rabbit earrings). She's hovering near a table, but not sitting down; there's a half-finished drink in her hand. She's giving off a pretty approachable vibe, so why not come and say hello?]

OPEN;

[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

[It's always as if they're going to run into each other in a place like this. A classic play, Cross asks what she's drinking and comes over with a refill.]

Seems it would be a shame if you had an empty glass.

(OPEN.)

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

[a very nice (http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvzhl7NkM81qdpigco1_500.jpg) woman is sitting there at the bar looking quite lonely. maybe a good chance to talk someone up?]

[osreborn]

[ Hopefully she's not sitting there too long. Anyway, shortly after arriving at the bar, Norman takes a seat beside her, dressed very nicely in his dark green suit, a bourbon in hand already. ]

I can't help but notice you're over here alone, m'dear. Don't tell me you've been waiting all this time for someone to buy you a drink.

OPEN

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

OPEN ; IS HE IN DON DRAPER MODE???

[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

[For a moment, she thought she saw someone familiar from the corner of her eye, a flash of hope that maybe just maybe it was someone from New York and Don nonetheless.]

... Excuse me? [Please be him, please be him, please?]

OPEN

[backatthehotel]

Pink is here, looking considerably less of a slobbish mess than usual. It had started with the gloves (a lucky find and a nice way to cover his bandaged hand) and kind of snowballed from there. He likes the black, though. It makes him feel a little more at-ease, for some reason. Put together. His hair is still a bloody mess, though. Nothing to be done about that.

He stays near the stage, mostly. Trying to drink a bit slower than usual (he can't afford his usual pace, in a place like this) and watching the acts with a critical eye taking measure of the style and caliber of entertainment that's been hired so far. The competition? Maybe.

[pluckyreporter]

"Funny seeing you here," Roxanne says as she sashays over, heels clicking with each step. "How've you been?"

OPEN!

[exceptfebruary]

[ Calendar Man had shown up, because it was a Gothamite's party and it was the twelfth of December and he had been invited. He had dressed for the occasion even if the cape was a bit much.

He seemed distinctly uninterested in most of the entertainment, to the point that one might wonder why he was there at all. As he did quite frequently as the night went on. ]

[backatthehotel]

Love the threads. [Says the man in semi-formal all black. But he seems sincere.] You do the cape yourself?

OPEN

[daughterofthedemon]

[Seated at one of the tables to the side is distinctly feminine figure in a black sheila and abaya, apparently content to simply watch the crowds for the moment. Perhaps it's that the lighting in the Iceberg is just dim enough or table so perfectly placed on the edge of it, but somehow, no matter which way she turns her face, the abaya seems to cast a just enough of a shadow over her features to obscure them.]

[latexspectre]

[Laurie approaches Talia's table, a glass of scotch in hand. Truth be told, she was glad to spot another single gal amongst all the men in the joint. Sitting with another lady seemed like a better idea than slithering up to one of the strange men she didn't know.]

Is this seat taken?

[open]

[batmantled.livejournal.com]

[ For someone who doesn't drink, Dick's impression of your run-of-the-mill slow bleeding alcoholic is actually pretty decent. He's loitering around that mostly unoccupied section of the bar, drowning in what definitely seems to be his third martina and almost studiously avoiding any wandering gazes from the other patrons. Robbie Malone's not here to make a splash. Not here to draw attention or stir up lurking conflict. This time it's just the cheap alcohol and the server girls. ]

[meowminx]

[ Boy, does that guy look familiar. Selina pauses nearby. ]

Might want to ease up on the drinks there.

open;

[latexspectre]

[Laurie is on her second drink and her third cigarette. She's enjoying herself though. For now.]

[notadartboard]

[now there's a sight to behold! Here comes the pirate cook]

Miss Laurie! I had no idea I'd run into you, here...

[pluckyreporter]

Having flown back after an enjoyable couple of days in Hawaii, Roxanne got herself appropriately gussied and went out to meet the world again.

It'd be her first public appearance since the "Villain Con" debacle (not to mention being throttled mid-interview) but she was apparently back on her game -- or at least, good enough to fake it at the moment. Glass of something alcoholic, nice dress, and sniffing for a story.

Just another day -- or night -- in the City.

[notadartboard]

As he promised, Sanji kept an eye out for Roxanne and zoomed straight over the minute he saw her, hearts in his eyes and his best suit on. "Ahhh Miss Roxanne~! You look stunning..."

Open

[blue_and_proud]

Raven stood at the bar, a glass of something probably bit stronger than necessary in her hand, dressed in a simple black dress that ran to just above her knee, with thin straps along the slightly modestly cut neckline. It was mostly backless, which was something she was trying to get used to since half the dresses she found that she liked were that way anymore.

She was in her normal blonde guise, her hair a bit longer than usual for the sake of the outfit. She'd come with Angelica, wanting to see the club but not quite willing to turn up on her own. Being out on her own was an odd thing, she still couldn't quite get used to it. And she somehow doubted Charles wanted to come out and flirt with every pretty girl they ran into.

Some things she never thought would change, and yet...

She smiled at anyone who went by, and took a sip of her drink. This was a bit more upscale than she was expecting, except for the waitresses, but it was pretty nice...

[radiantly]

Angelica was wearing something a little different from her usual evening wear. She didn't have to worry much about being cold, thanks to her powers, but she couldn't help but worry that she was dressed a bit too immodestly.

But she was there to have fun. And this time, she was certain she hadn't accidentally wandered into a strip club. So Pietro really had no excuses to complain about what she and Raven were doing all night long.

She took a sip of her cosmo, breathing in the atmosphere. "This place is adorable, don't you think?"

OPEN

[gevurah]

[ Kate of course, looks suave and pretty darn comfortable despite the crowd. She's curious to see who else will show, and what else Cobblepot might have up his sleeve. For now, she's here to observe under the guise of attending a good party. ]

[radiantly]

[Angelica spots Kate from across the room. Her whole face lights up and she waves eagerly, calling out to get the other woman's attention.]

Hey! Kate! Over here!

OPEN;

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

[ It's only by miracle that Thomas here after the whole Villaincon debacle, but he's certainly one of the more scruffy and unfortunate looking of the many men clad in tuxedos. There's a drink he's actually drinking in his hand for once, and he keeps an eye on the crowd.

And by "crowd" he means, naturally, the Gothamites. ]

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

[It was a few hours in, and already Felicia had slipped away somewhere. Eddie presumed she was sketching for potential business endeavors, a logical investment when one's financial strategy relied so heavily on the unassuming wealthy. He, meanwhile, kept a lookout on the more troublesome elements in the room. Eddie didn't want Felicia anywhere near them, and the only way to ensure that was to observe first. Thing was, Eddie was indeed a talented observer. So talented, in fact, that while observing he missed seeing the man on his immediate left.

He stepped into Thomas, drink sloshing.]

Why -- oh. Thomas. Looking feral tonight, aren't you? [Said the man clothed in bruises.]

open;

[osreborn]

[ Norman arrives a little later, after the ice (har har) has been broken. He's in a dark green suit, and eases to the bar so as to people-watch. And drink a bourbon. He looks very classy indeed, all his injuries from his night out with Eddie having healed very cleanly although his left eye may react slightly slower than his right. But this just seemed like the place to be tonight. ]

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

[Eddie's injuries, in contrast, were vocal in their presence. His swath of bruises sported colors deep purple to fading and yellowed green. He had been watching Norman from across the room, seething in the shadows. It took all his capacity for restraint to abstain from asking Ozzie to manhandle Norman Osborn out the Lounge's double doors, as deeply satisfying as the sight would have been. The tempting concept chilled down his spine more than once. It took his patience to wait out the right moment for words, just at the moment they were both alone.]

Norman.

[He didn't keep his distance, when he spoke that name. His elbow nearly touched Norman's own.]

Hello.

OPEN;

[trollverine]

[Daken looks a little out of place, thanks to the mohawk, but he's in a suit, he's got a drink in his hand, and he's smiling. Even so, despite appearing to be having a good time, he never really stops moving through the crowd.]

[meowminx]

[ Selina hasn't seen him since he stormed out of her place. So of course she steps right in his path to say hi. ]

Daken. Been a while.

OPEN

[curses]

[Rather than opting to wear the conventional dress, Bellatrix chooses to wear a black version of this outfit tonight. What is Muggle fashion anyway. She sits alone at a table, looking for all the world like she doesn't want to be disturbed. On the contrary, she isn't averse to company -- but anyone intimidated by her expression probably isn't worth talking to, anyway.]

[osreborn]

[ Hopefully she isn't adverse to this company -- because Norman comes by and sits down, without invitation. He smiles, expression rather calm. ]

Bellatrix. Fancy meeting you here.

OPEN

[bodysnatchers]

[Boston is already a few drinks in, having stood by the bar in order to minimize the time in which he could artfully relieve outgoing busboys of their quarry. He's wearing a simple, dark two-piece with a denim shirt thrown in so he feels a bit less dressy. His host body for the evening is that of an up-and-coming stage actor who he hopes to at least partially conceal behind a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. Hey, it works for Superman...

He looks approachable enough; a fresh glass in his hand, the occassional bawdy anecdote and dirty grin alarming an unsuspecting guest as they breeze by, and his foot tapping to the band as they rattle their way through one of the more upbeat numbers.]

[hexappeal]

[Zatanna had abandoned him like the jerk that she is pretty early on (great date or greatest date?), though she's done a fairly decent job of hanging about with him every now and then. It was still early enough in the night that Cinderella wasn't going to turn back into a pumpkin, after all. Her attention didn't have to be entirely focused on her date.

Sidling up beside him, Zatanna leans against the bar.] How's it hangin'? [Actin' casual.]

[maggotbone]

[A grand opening to a swanky as hell looking place? How could Callie not show up? She made sure to look nice, one of the few occasions she actually wore red.

She had no idea who opened up the joint, but maybe she should track him down and introduce herself. Until then, she orders a drink, and waits for the scantily clad server to come back with her drink.]

[gevurah]

[ There's a lot of people in red tonight, it seems. Kate has no problem with this. ]

Callie? [ She does a double-take, not sure if it's her or not. ]

OPEN

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[Buffy's hair is done up in two tightly wound buns, dress shorty short short short and off-the-shoulder. Big earrings, her cross necklace, and stilettos finish the look. She's also already setting herself up for being the drunkest girl at the ball with a long island iced tea to start. If you start with ALL THE LIQUOR you should be able to mix them together later on. This is the logic she's adopting anyway. She's smiley and friendly and happy and a little bit flushed, pointing to the cute penguins and chatting up strangers about their adorableness. This is Buffy, fashionable but never late.]

[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

[Why is it that he runs into her when she's usually in the state that he's in when people run into him. Unlike the other women he approaches that night, he approaches her because he actually wants to talk to her. Penguins aside (please don't talk about penguins), he slides up to her nonchalantly.]

Never thought I'd see you here.