http://molotovmartinis.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] molotovmartinis.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2009-03-29 07:29 pm

the formal (icon of hell optional)

WHO: [OPEN]
WHERE: the Brandt Banquet Hall
WHEN: Sunday March 29
WARNINGS: B|
SUMMARY: the superhero formal. Will things explode?
FORMAT: whatever you feel like


There are extensive tables for hor d'oeuvres, small desserts, and champagne as well as an open bar. Room for dancing is obvious, flanked by a small group of musicians. And there are alcoves for the shy, the hiding, the amorous, the machinating, or the creeper lurking.

[identity profile] daughterinexile.livejournal.com 2009-03-31 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
There was the barest sensation of movement across the periphery of Mazikeen's consciousness -- a consciousness which had expanded a billion-fold upon her former master's departure. His parting gift (as he had once called it) now made her aware of his will brushing up against her own whenever he perceived her. Just the faintest of contact, not unlike a lover's touch -- or at least more so than the gesture that still remained pressed up against the small of her back.

Mazikeen frowned more deeply. Such things were unwelcome. And yet she did not move to stop him.

"I make no pretense to understand His methods," she then said as she turned towards him more fully. Her dress made a soft hushing noise. "But there is as much sense in it as the last. Little at all." Mazikeen paused.

"You intend to leave this one as well."

[identity profile] meaculpable.livejournal.com 2009-03-31 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He paused mid-step, and turned his full attention upon Mazikeen knowing full-well that how he handled what next awaited him could very well have meant the deaths of every single living creature within this place. Oh joy of joys; Lucifer let out a tiny sigh, and contemplated his options for a silent moment.

Deserved or not, a domestic disturbance started by two of the most powerful beings in Creation would have to have a certain...rather large amount of fallout that he simply could not afford to deal with at this moment in time. And yet, he would not lie to her: this existence, as with every other Creation of Yahweh's, was not his own, and therefore would never be the destination he so fervently searched for.

"Give me you hand, Mazikeen." he asked, voice threaded with gentleness. "Dance with me and take whatever truths you seek from that."