I'll just live on in the Dark

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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

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!

[gevurah]

[ There's a smile on her face when she recognizes who it is calling for her. She carefully avoids bumping into anyone while she holds her drink and makes her way towards Angelica. ]

Angie. You're looking very nice tonight.

[radiantly]

Thanks. [She's beaming, basking in the compliment.] So do you. I love the suit, so very chic!

[gevurah]

Thanks. I had to whip it up last minute. [ Blowing money was not something she can afford here -- especially now that she's asked if Nill wants to live with her. ] Pietro here, too? Or is this not his kind of scene?

[radiantly]

[She shakes her head, looking slightly guilty.] He's supposed to be helping Calvin make a gingerbread house. He's not exactly a fan of the nightlife anyway. I'm here with Raven, actually.

[gevurah]

Raven's here? Hope she's been well. [ Glancing over to get a scope of the room and make out that certain blonde. ] Is Calvin a child?

[acrossyourpath]

[ Having stepped away from Eddie and Oswald for the time being, Felicia has taken the opportunity to stroll around the party. Sipping her drink she wanders towards Kate when she sees her. ]

Hey there, stranger.

[gevurah]

[ She had seen Felicia with Eddie and tried not to make too much of it, although she couldn't lie to herself about it. Looks like that ship has long sailed. But she still smiles, happy to see her. ]

Hey yourself. You look wonderful.

[acrossyourpath]

Not bad yourself. [ She smiles. ] Having fun?

[gevurah]

How cheesy would it be to say I think the fun just started? [ A cheeky grin. ]

[acrossyourpath]

Extremely. But I'm buzzed enough to let it slide. [ She shakes her glass, letting the ice clink. ]

[gevurah]

Glad to hear it.

Enjoying yourself tonight? [ She almost wants to sneak a glance at Eddie but refrains from doing so. ]

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Kate! [Oh look, the first familiar face she's seen. She goes forward to hug the other woman, hopefully without sloshing her drink too badly.] Not drinking alone this time, since you're here.

[gevurah]

[ She's careful to take a step back just in case. It's too early to get any stains on her suit. ]

How many have you had so far, Buffy?

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

I lost count somewhere around the first one.

[gevurah]

I may start to think you have a problem. [ Teasing.

Kind of! ]

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

I think someone hasn't had enough to drink!

[gevurah]

I'd prefer to keep myself standing tonight.

[trollverine]

[At some point during the night Daken wanders over toward a woman in a tux (whom he gives a cursory glance--individualistic, which is easy to appreciate, and unconventionally attractive, but he's not here to pick anyone up). It happens to be a good place to watch, to look for people he recognizes, or people who otherwise stand out.

He finishes the drink in his hand and takes another from one of the server girls. And another, still watching. And another.

He doesn't realize he's getting drunk until he's eying the woman in the tux and thinking about how she looks like she's in excellent shape. It's an unsettling realization. His healing factor has always burned out alcohol almost before it could affect him, and yet--

Something's wrong. He sets his glass down and shoves it away from him, pressing the heel of his palm to his forehead, trying to clear his thoughts.]

[gevurah]

[ Kate, for one, has always been a regular human. Gaining abilities in this world has been either a hit or a miss. Helpful, but often at times they activate without her knowledge. She hasn't fully mastered them and she isn't aware what is happening at the moment.

She takes a sip of her drink, eyes still scanning the crowd. A lot of familiar faces. She wants to see who she doesn't recognize tonight.

Finally, she turns on her heel and spots him; it's hardly difficult to make out the signs of discomfort. No one is stopping to ask him if he's alright either, which shouldn't surprise her. She strolls toward him, setting her drink down on another table. ]

[trollverine]

[He smiles at her, as much an automatic response as it is a facade. Normally he can tell how people feel; he can smell fear, anxiety, lust. Now he's getting nothing. Not from her, not from anyone else. It feels like his senses are dying.

He can't help himself; he glances at the door.]

[gevurah]

[ She has to wonder if she's done something, but she knows she hasn't. Never seen him before. Hadn't even spotted him among the crowd. ]

Are you alright?

[ It feels like a stupid question -- no, it is. Still, she can't help herself. ]

[trollverine]

Fine.

[A too-easy smile, and somewhere in the back of his mind a voice is asking why he's even talking to this woman; this is serious, and he has to leave--]

A little... [drunk] bored. [He gestures vaguely to the room.] I like it, but I think I've seen the main attraction for tonight. Did you catch the guy with the skull face?

[gevurah]

[ She thinks he's a little more than tipsy. She gestures to a chair. ] Maybe you should sit.

[ A pause, then her eyes scan the crowd again for Roman. ]

Black Mask? [ Quick nod. ] Hard to miss him.