Villain Party!

[sailorgenerous]

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

[madeyoufall]

They're all idiots, darling. That's why they need us.

[Jim is absolutely giving her his full attention, or as much of it as anyone ever gets - Molly gets more than most - but he's also sweeping the room, subtly, still watching the woman in front of him, taking in and noting thoroughly every eye that's trained on her. And one or two on him, but that's less interesting at the moment.]

Financial is easy enough. They're leaping out of tall buildings at an astonishing rate. Eurocrisis. [Jim snorts. It's been a lucrative sort of crisis for the two of them.] We can kill him anytime we like, but your plan suits first. Auto-erotic asphyxiation? There haven't been many of them lately. He's the sort to see the appeal in going like a pop star. Once he understands the advantages [Molly does. A suicide is one thing; a humiliating accident is not the kind of thing anyone questions.] I'm at your disposal if he needs help convincing. Or did you already have a cunning plan?

[What others find unnerving, Jim delights in. Molly especially, but as a general rule.]

You know me too well I think, sometimes. [Jim's smile is a threat, but she's more than used to that by now; It's different with her. Like affection.] Maybe it's being around all these rough-and-tumble types. They're so menacing. Yes... I think you're right. More than a few, and even something new, if that's possible...

[There are any number of men in what Jim considers cheap suits that would be far improved by blood splatter, but he hasn't bothered to recognize any of them, and Molly is being enticing.] I don't think our reputation would suffer any from finding one tonight just for fun.

[anatomist]

Auto-erotic asphyxiation- Jim, that's so sleazy.

[A compliment, delivered in tones of awed horror, a contradictory smile on her face; she likes that idea. Her foot nudges his ankle fondly- she's nearly done with her wine, pleasantly warm but nowhere near unfocused. That doesn't happen to her. Just like him, she's aware of everything going on in the room, a steady background supply of information which doesn't change the fact that she's intent upon him.

And speaking of which:]

I think some fun's in order. It would be good for business, if we pick the right plaything.

[madeyoufall]

[Jim's already sifting through their options, sipping the last of his pink concoction. Someone who's being a bother; nice for the brochure, but so obvious. Anyone already fancying their chances with either of them stands in good stead. But someone hard, not necessarily all snarls and shadowy corners, but flanked or rigid or just plain arrogant enough to believe themselves immune- that could be fun and profit.]

See anything you like? [Jim's foot slides over her ankle now, opting for slow appreciation over tap of affection.] Aside from the obvious.

[He watches her with as much extra caution as she does him; he's still admiring the camouflage, he can't stop, all that clacking jewelry and the expectant little perk of her perfectly innocent lips. It's art.]

We're spoiled for choice and I'm feeling impatient.