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!

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[megamind]

[Sigh. He's going to need a stiff drink to get through this conversation. Already waving down the bartender, because he's going to need something strong enough to peel paint to get buzzed in the first place, and he's going to need two of them to get through dealing with this.]

Listen.

I understand that you think that gross displays of power are really all there is to villainy. And that's fine, if you just want to be a two bit-- or eight bit, in your case -- bit of nonsense fluff. That's fine. You're welcome to it.

But I aspire to something a little more grand. Murdering the populace means nobody talks or tell stories or buys merchandise!

[soangryicouldtinkle]

[Yep, drinking is the best way to deal with this little monster.]

Oh, it doesn't have to be a big display. Sometimes it's the little thing.

Like putting ants under the eye lids of someone who stepped on your foot.

What you do is like child's play, though. It doesn't matter who talks about it if half of them are laughing at you.

You're like a clown, and not even a scary one. At least Pennywise ripped arms off of children. What was your last evil victory again?

[megamind]

[Megamind hastily ups his drink order from a double scotch to a triple, no ice, because he has a feeling he's going to need it.]

Listen. Friend. You're not a villain. You're not even evil. You're deranged. It's okay, everybody has their flaws. THat one's yours. It's a big one. Makes you less about the real evil -- evil by choice -- and more about the uncontrollable impulses that govern your faulty brain.

It's okay. We've all got your failings. I mean, I'm too handsome for words to properly convey. And you're.. well, you're nuts, kid. There's really nowhere for you to go except the asylum or the morgue. No future.

[He gets his scotch and promptly drains a third of it, shivers as it burns through his throat, and then adds:] Now, if you don't mind, I'm-- going to go find some grown ups who are not, in fact, deranged to talk to. You and your adorable murderous impulses can... go find someone else to chat up, mmmmkay?

[MUST ESCAPE. MUST ESCAPE TERRIFYING PSYCHOPATH.]

[soangryicouldtinkle]

[Lightning dances in the darkness of his hood where his eyes should be, the barely restrained destructive forces are nearly tangible in the air. The warning is there.]

No, I don't think you're that popular. Sit and enjoy a few more drinks, this is just getting fun.

You're a megalomaniac, but you're saying being crazy isn't being evil? Yeah, sure, that's true. Crazy and Evil can be one of the same, if you really want it to be.

Evil is knowing the darkness within yourself and everyone around you and reveling in it. It's knowing right and wrong, but deciding if you're going to do wrong you might as well hold nothing back.

Evil is laughing at the screams and cries of thousands as they burn along with everything they have known.

Evil is watching parents beg for the life of their child while knowing the unnameable horrors are currently devouring it's mind, body and soul... and enjoying it.

Evil is tripping a guy who is late for the bus, just because you know he might be fired and turn to crime to feed himself. Maybe even murder, if you're lucky.

Evil has no regrets.

Evil just got a hard-on from telling this story.

[megamind]

[That scotch is downed in record time as Megamind just -- listens to the recounting of misery. Just little sips at first, as his eyebrows begin to crawl up his forehead like caterpillars trying to escape to higher ground.]

[In the end he chokes on at word hard-on, and that? That is is for Megamind.]

MY LOOK AT THE TIME I'VE GOT TO GO! VERY FASCINATING BUT I MUST BE OFF! TA! [A gesture, and a brainbot activates a smoke screen on command and Megamind books it.]

[That little whack job scares him more than anything he's encountered here so far.]

[soangryicouldtinkle]

[Black Mage cackles...

... then chokes on the smoke and falls into a coughing fit as Megamind makes his escape.

He needs to come to these parties more often, the people here are fun.]