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

[pluckyreporter]

You're from Gotham?

[Confirming what she's already aware of, due to his Network presence? Probably.]

[exceptfebruary]

I am.

[ He didn't elaborate, satisfied that their reputation preceded them. But he watched closely for a reaction.]

[pluckyreporter]

[After dealing with the Joker, Roxanne was remarkably cool about it. She just sipped her drink and nodded once.]

A city filled with fascinating people, it seems.

[exceptfebruary]

Met many of us, have you?

[pluckyreporter]

A few remarkable individuals. Enough to make an impression.

[The necklace of bruises faded to nothingness in Hawaii, though.]

Wow, somehow I totally missed this, sorry! Latest tag back ever.

[exceptfebruary]

Yes, I'd imagine so. A city of strong personalities.

[ He was watching her now, trying to guess who she had met. There were a few in town, no doubt she had met both the good and the bad. ]

It's okay bb.

[pluckyreporter]

Very strong. Forceful, too. Often unbalanced, in my experience.

[Could be anybody from Gotham with those qualifiers.]

[exceptfebruary]

[ His expression changes. The amused smile is gone, replaced by a blank poker face. ] Unbalanced. Yes, I could see coming to that conclusion.

[pluckyreporter]

[Ahuh. Roxanne just watches him with her pale blue eyes, over the rim of her champagne glass.]

Not all of them. Don't misunderstand, Mr. Day. Some of them are quite brilliant in more-- mundane ways. Take Mr. Cobblepot for example.

[exceptfebruary]

[ He glances over to where he had last seen their host. ]

Yes, he does seem to have taken advantage of his reformation effectively.

[pluckyreporter]

Why shouldn't he? If he's genuinely reformed and making his amends, there's no reason he shouldn't be successful in what he does.

[Somehow she gets the feeling that she's not the only one who doubts his reform.]

[exceptfebruary]

Then the question is - is he truly making amends, or realizing that this route is more profitable?

[pluckyreporter]

Only time will tell. If he reverts to form... It'll out.

[But he bears keeping an eye on.]

Gotta say, the scene here keeps a girl on her toes. Can't lack for variety here.

[exceptfebruary]

And what is it that you do, that it matters to you?

[pluckyreporter]

I'm a journalist, Mr. Day.

[exceptfebruary]

A reporter. Yes, I can see how this place could keep you on your toes.

[pluckyreporter]

I have a certain-- specialty. Experience with costumed characters, on both sides of the law.

[exceptfebruary]

Were they common in your world?

[pluckyreporter]

Every major city had one, maybe two. Huge Metropoli - like New York, L.A. -- had little groups of them, on both sides of the fence.

[exceptfebruary]

Yes, that does sound familiar. Gotham is one town of many. There are others, but they never interested me as much.

[pluckyreporter]

Why is that? Just a hometown fondness? Or does the legandary Batman intrigue? He seems to be-- quite a factor from what I gather.

[exceptfebruary]

Batman isn't always the inspiration. But Gotham - nothing compares.

[pluckyreporter]

I'd really love to get to that town. Too bad.

[Really, she would. So many fascinating stories.]

For the best, though. I don't know what I'd do with a whole gaggle of villains to deal with. One got complicated enough, two nearly leveled the city.

[exceptfebruary]

[ He's staring at her now as if she'd suddenly declared herself the easter bunny or something. ]

No one wants to go to Gotham.

[ It was one thing for HIM to say something, but he grew up in Gotham. It was his home. But it wasn't exactly tourist friendly. Who would want to go to that place when they could easily avoid it? ]

[pluckyreporter]

No one? No one at all? [brow arch] A strange thought. You'd think with so much rich-- if dangerous-- crime culture, superheroes, and more... you'd not be able to swing a cat without hitting a daredevil tourist, nosy reporters looking to make names for themselves.

That sort of thing.