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

[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.

[soangryicouldtinkle]

They wouldn't understand true chaos, it's not worth it.

I just pissed in a bottle of beer and had the waitress send it his way.

I also sprinkled cyanide in.

But the more important part is the pee.

[Yep.]

[harleygirl]

Oh. Good point. Good idea!

[She looks down at the little detonator in her hand.]

I just put a bomb in the microphone.

[soangryicouldtinkle]

...

I think I love you.

[harleygirl]

Aw! Aren't you the sweetest!

[In the absence of hair, she reached out a hand and rumples his hat.]

I mean I got a boyfriend, but really, I'm flattered. So- cyapee, or boomface? Whaddya think?

[soangryicouldtinkle]

Fine, fine. I'll have to get my jollies off of a body count, then.

Oh, and ladies first. I want to know if it'll pain the ceiling.

[harleygirl]

Nah; it'll just blow his face off. I had to make it pretty small.

Ooh! Idea! [She claps her hands together a little.] Let's wait for him to drink the cyapee, and then whoever grabs the microphone when he dies, they get boomfaced!

[soangryicouldtinkle]

And then we steal their wallets, find their families and have a nice bonfire.

[harleygirl]

Woah! Woah!

[She holds up a hand.]

How is that funny?

[soangryicouldtinkle]

Ever seen the look on a mother's face as her children burn alive?

It's got to be the funniest thing I've ever seen.

Well, almost the funniest.