Villain Party!

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The Villain Party Meme

Guess what? The Villains' Annual Convention is in town. It's a time for villains of all walks of life to meet, compare evil schemes, steal take notes on one another's inventions, and generally be dastardly together. The panel schedule's done for the day, so it's time to head to the local eatery for food, drinks, discussion, and maybe a bit of mayhem.

Fortunately, there's a restaurant very close to the convention center: the White Top.

If You're A Villain:

Come in, sit down, converse! Find a table, head to the bar, talk about today's panels or your latest foolproof scheme to conquer the world, whatever suits your fancy. This is your convention, after all. A word of warning, though: the manager of this restaurant has hired some additional security. Get too rowdy and you might find yourself in a fight.

If You're A Hero, A Neutral, Or Just Not Villainous:

You can still play too! I suggest you dabble a bit on the AU side and work in the restaurant - a busy night will always need servers, bartenders, hosts, and cooks. There's also added security, if that's more your speed. Otherwise, if you were ballsy enough to get a table in this end of town during the Villains' Con...good luck? Just take the fighting outside.

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Now, get in there and have fun!

Comments

Harley Quinn | DCU | OTA

[harleygirl]

[Harley is almost disappointed with how tame the con is this year.

No death traps. No bombs, no rooms blocked off and getting gassed. No epic bar fights. No one's even gotten into a shoving match over the last of the petits fours frosted to look like mini hand grenades and battle axes.

She perches on the bar, feet swinging, the petulant frown less obvious under her makeup. For lack of anything better to do, Harley picks up a nearby discarded drinks menu, and looks it over, searching for inspiration.]

One- Jagger Bomb, please?

[Whatever it is, at least it has 'bomb' in the name.]

[doesntdomuch]

[Rolls his eyes, then sits back with a look that asks him to continue with his lecture.]

Black Mage Evilwizardington | 8-Bit Theater | Guest/Mocking Panels

[soangryicouldtinkle]

[Black Mage has far too many drinks for someone of his sickly frame.

He just laughs loudly during other people's talks.]

You suckers will try to sell any idea, won't you?

[soangryicouldtinkle]

So, now that you showed us what not to do, where's your real presentation?

[soangryicouldtinkle]

[Keeps sending drinks to Pyramid Head and stares.]

[soangryicouldtinkle]

[Sits down.]

Hey, how are you doing?

I am a big fan of your work.

So, how do you eat in that thing?

[soangryicouldtinkle]

[Follows The Joker around at a fan boy safe short distance. No words, just following.]

[thiscloakisgreen]

There is an opening in my mask. For drinks, it remains a slit. For food, however, it makes room. [Sips wine.]

I apologize. I see dozens of magical aspiring beings such as yourself on a most tiresome basis. But how is it you...[Raises what remains of an eyebrow.]...are two dimensional?

CESARE BORGIA | The Borgias

[autcaesar]

[ He spins a small dagger on the table, the blade against the surface and the skull-shaped handle in his palm, watching the others in the room.

There is one glass of untouched house wine beside him. ]

[megamind]

[Oh god the heckler from the panel.]

Well, if it isn't senseless murder and mayhem himself. You know I don't really think supervillainy is your style, son.

[autcaesar]

[ He doesn't much care for her pink and gold accessories, but the wine he does care for, raising his own glass of cheap one. ]

Do they reserve those for the ladies?

Vampire Willow | Buffyverse | OTA

[unweeping_willow]

Aramat Drawdes//Alabaster//OTA

[scalpedsociety]

[This year is her first in the Villain convention, Aramat found it fasincating, but at times she feels... lesser than the other villains. In between the 'Affably Evil: How Polite is Too Polite' and the 'Female Serial Killers/Assassins' panels she may sit at the bar, decked in her best red and black dress.]

Whisky please... on the rocks.

[klutziness]

[She likes that sharpness, and tries to copy it.]

Maybe I'm just lookin' around.

[soangryicouldtinkle]

Senseless? I use all my senses while enjoying murder and mayhem, thank you very much.

[Drinks.]

And if you call "spending a life time trying to take over one city full of rubes" supervillainy, you're as ugly as you are crazy.

Ever thought of burning them all and letting that guy who smacks you around sort them out?

[soangryicouldtinkle]

See, it's the little things that sell it.

[Oh, two dimensional?]

The dimensions thing is just some rules people made up to pretend they know the universe anyways. Size, space, they all don't matter.

And if you buy that, I'm basically closer to creation than anyone else. To unmake reality, you have to fray it at the starting point and watch the whole thing unravel.

Like a sweater, that I made for you, that said you're my hero, that is a ruined pile at my hotel room, because someone pulled a thread.

[greatevillaugh]

You're never going to take over the world with just one robot, you know.

[anatomist]

Oh- you see- you've sort of got to flutter your eyelashes a bit.

[She demonstrates semi-cheekily.]

That or fork out, but such is the way of the world. Isn't yours very good?

[anatomist]

[She inclines her head politely, a smile on her face. There's an odd stillness to her, a self-possession; her role is that of the unmoving pivot. It makes all her movements seem more purposeful, thought-out.]

Exactly.

So: I promise I'm not here to kill you. You can tell because I'm here in the first place.

[And when it comes to murders, Moriarty has an incredible talent for being far away at the actual moment of death, though sometimes close enough to watch the fireworks.]

[autcaesar]

[ He grins and scoffs, almost a chuckle but not quite cheerful enough. ]

Not at all. It tastes like the winemaker had neither tongue nor nose.

[anatomist]

Oh, well, now. Beethoven was deaf.

[autcaesar]

[ He'll be setting his glass on the counter before turning back to her. ]

Beethoven? Who is...?

[harleygirl]

[Anyone laughing that loudly is going to attract Harley's attention. She slides closer unobtrusively - or as unobtrusively as she can, dressed like life-sized harlequin doll.

She keeps her voice low.] It's so easy for them to ignore you back here, isn't it? That's why you should go steal his microphone.

[thiscloakisgreen]

....[Takes another long drink. The wine glass is now empty. Another is poured by some woman in a fancy dress. This would be the second of many.]

So you are talented, I take this to mean? To know how the universe works and able to deconstruct matter? Although I don't believe any of your insolent prattling about know how the universe works, considering I built massive armies of robots and inventions whose science is grounded in such "pretend" logic.

[anatomist]

Beethoven. A little of the Ludwig Van?

[Possibly making A Clockwork Orange references isn't really going to help here.]

He was a composer. Für Elise? Beethoven's Fifth? Oh. Gosh. Here, pet. [She digs in her bag and pulls out an iPod- in a bright pink case, of course. She holds out one of the earphones to him, flicking through her music library.]