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? Or you may simply have been unfortunate enough to wander into the wrong neighborhood. Just take the fighting outside.

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Now, get in there and have fun!

Comments

Lt. Helga Sinclair - Atlantis: The Lost Empire

[notasuggestion]

[That bar? Is a God-send.

She has a whiskey on the rocks and has a seat at a table. The liquor is warm going down, and the ice cools her throat after it.

Helga looks casual enough, dressed for an expedition, not a party. But she doesn't really care. After all, who does she need to impress here?]

Restaurant Staff and Security thread

[sailorgenerous]

[Rarity can't say she's very pleased at this - last year went relatively well, but that doesn't mean she wants to put her staff through any of this again. However, business is business, and she did hire temporary extra security for a reason.]

I do want to warn everypony that this weekend will likely be a difficult one. Those of you who were here last year remember it, and I would imagine it will be much the same this year. Your best course of action is to be polite, helpful, and quick. If things go over your head, come find me, and if they get...rough, we do have extra security this weekend. Security, please raise your hands - there we go. Come find any one of these ladies or gentlemen to help...escort your guest out, as it were.

And if we do manage to get through this somewhat intact, we'll be having a party of our own.

Are there any questions before I open the doors?

[punsofiron]

[Sup, security right here.]

Shendu ☲ Jackie Chan Adventures

[shendude]

[The twenty foot tall dragon has a table all right. He's using it as a seat, with another two serving their actual purpose. It's the only way to get enough food for him in one spot.

Not speaking to anyone in particular, he sighs and swishes his tail (possibly smacking someone else's table over in the process).]

They're never prepared for 'larger than puny' customers.

[deathwarder]

[ Tell it to the guy who barely even fits in the establishment, man. Chaotic dragon blues, we be singing 'em. ]

An unfortunate relapse on their part.

Selina Kyle | The Dark Knight Rises

[lifebites]

[By all accounts, this event was going to be quite a spectacle, and Selina was never one to pass up an opportunity like this. Sure, she wasn't much of a social climber, as a certain eccentric billionaire had pointed out quite some time ago, but she knew how to mingle and how to act, so of course she had to come.

She took up an empty seat at one of the tables and sat back to do some good old-fashioned people watching. This was going to be one heck of a night.]

[sadistic]

[The best social climbers have the simplest desires: inclusion and acceptance at a rung of society that promises nothing short of absolute security. Selina's motives are far less transparent. How dreadfully unflattering to even draw a comparison.

The later in life those delicate skills — how to conduct oneself, how to be social — are acquired, the less chance there is of them ever being effortless. Aspiring latecomers run a constant risk of exposing themselves as outsiders. It's almost inevitable that they'll break one of a hundred unwritten rules. And the higher the society, the easier it is to fall from fashion, attention, and grace.

Wealth and nobility from birth, on the other hand: that leaves an imprint. The unwritten rules seep in quite organically, and settle somewhere in the bones. Those people, whether they're entirely aware of it or not, carry themselves differently until the day they die. Their circumstances could be anything, in the end — they could be destitute, alone and abandoned — but their worth is unassailable. There's no humiliation, no agony, no debasing act that can utterly expunge their birthright and their earliest life's lessons.

Bellatrix should know. She's taken every step — absolutely every step within the acceptable bounds of her station — to liberate herself. She was born volatile, a bad fit for the social pressures restricting her behavior. She's always wanted more and less, and everything and nothing. And now she doesn't even pretend to behave herself.

She slides one hand across the back of Selina's chair, ostensibly to draw the young woman's attention. She's unnecessarily close for a stranger, but then again, this isn't a convention for normal well-adjusted people. Besides that, she's visibly past eccentric; eccentric was a few station stops ago on the Transcontinental Insanity Express.]

You have the loveliest hair. I'm tempted to cut it off and take it with me when I go.

[That's a harmless compliment. Perish the thought of a threat. She's very unsubtle with threats.]

DEATHWING DESTROYER OF WORLDS | that one mmo

[deathwarder]

[ Look who's slumped over at the bar, drinking his sorrows away. It hurts to be bad sometimes. Just don't make him mad, his temper can be rather... draconian on occasion. ]

Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik | Sonic the Hedgehog

[giant_talking_egg]

[You know, Eggman is thankful for a place to just kick back and relax after suffering numerous defeats at that hands of that miserable hedgehog. Believe me, he is!

...he just doesn't show it very well, mostly because he's busy being a grump thanks to his most recent defeat at the hands of that spiky blue asshole. If you want to speak with him, he'll be sitting at a table, drowning his sorrows in comfort food. Also shouting for more food; that's definitely a thing that's happening.]

[sailorlaughter]

Nonononono, I got this! Totally.

[Pinkie heads off one of the regular waiters, sending him away with his plate full of food. She's got something better. Trotting up to the table, she whips out what looks like a mini cannon, sets it on the table, and pulls the cord.]

CAKE CANNONNNNNNNN!!!! [And then there was a large cake - thankfully not in his face this time. That's comfort food, right?]

GLaDOS | Portal 2

[did_well_enough]

[Unlike several villains in this establishment who have the option to use either a human form or their original one, GLaDOS is forced to use an android body in order to get anywhere other than her labs. Next time, she's hosting the panels and after party at Aperture. Nevermind the fact that literally no one would be dumb enough to go there...

Okay, maybe a few would show up.

Either way, Gladdy can be found around the restaurant, occasionally chatting up other villains, while at other times she'll be talking on her headset, staying in constant contact with Apeture. God knows that place would blow up without her...]

[destroyallhumans]

[So what if a super retro robot sidles up and in a delightfully broken up voice opens with;]

HEY-BABY-WANT-TO-DESTROY-ALL-HUMANS?

David Xanatos | Gargoyles

[hastheedge]

[Xanatos had never really thought of himself as a villain per se. Sure, if someone was to draw up a list of his 'crimes' they would include theft, endangering the public, funding illegal scientist experiments, more theft, shooting off firearms in a public place (though they were technically lasers) and receiving stolen goods, but him being a villain? Ridiculous.

He simply knew what he wanted. And what he wanted at the moment was a drink.

Xanatos started to make his way towards the bar, occasionally making small chit-chat with whoever he passed. After all, there wasn't any harm in being social.]

My goodness, Xanatos? I couldn't resist!

[livingdoll]

The moment Xanatos approached the bar, the young lad behind the counter smiled in a friendly manner at him. His hair was dark, bordering between dark blue and black. His manner of dress showed nothing less than gentlemanly, from the suit and ribbon tie around his neck, to the white gloves upon his hands.

"Ah, Sir, is there anything I can do for you?" His English was slightly accented, as even a doll like him could not quite shed his Japanese heritage in a matter of less than five years, but it was clear as a bell.

Aramat Drawdes|Alabaster

[scalpedsociety]

[It's her second year in Villain Con, and Aramat still thinks she's too small time to be here. Still, she does enjoy the panels and the good old fashioned networking that comes with the event.

So here's a mundane woman at the bar, perhaps trying to chat up anyone willing to give advice or perhaps have an opening for a somewhat sexy henchlady.]

The Kurgan/Highlander

[hello_pretty]

[The Kurgan's modern getup is somewhere between Hell's Angel and glam band member, however, acquaintances would be well-advised not to question his sartorial decisions. Or anything else he does.

He stomps up to the doorway and looms a moment, taking in scenery, potential exits and entrances, and possibly looking for prey. When he speaks, his voice sounds like he's been gargling ground glass and liquid plumr.]

Table for one.

[Because, you know, there can be only one.]

[dendrophobia]

[It stands near the window, a cup of tea sitting on the table in front of it. Though it's never actually seen interacting with the cup, the liquid level does seem to be lowering.

It presented several panels earlier today, though the vast majority of the attendees probably won't remember anything about them other than static and shadows. Still, it thinks they went very well. This whole convention has. It isn't often it stays in one place this long without driving everyone around to madness and murder, and decent cups of tea are so very hard to find in the forest.]

Malcolm Merlyn l Arrow l OTA

[welldressedevil]

[Malcolm walked into the bar smoothly and sat down. He didn't really consider himself a villain, more morally gray then anything. But he needed a drink badly His recent brush with death had shaken him up more then he would like to admit.]

Scotch neat no ice.

[giftwrathed]

[Having just acquired her own drink, Ardor glances at the human walking up next to her.]

Perhaps I should have worn my formal attire.

[At least she's wearing the 'nice' grey armor that's clean and shiny. She expected it to be a 'weapons and armor' kind of gathering.]

The Joker | Batman: Arkham City

[inmateincharge]

[As usual, the Joker is generally making a spectacle of himself - he's sitting down at one of the tables, leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on the table itself. He'll be laughing loudly and obnoxiously for most of the night, or outright heckling the presenters simply because he can. After what happened last year, he's been banned from presenting any panels, but that didn't stop him from showing up regardless.]

Jane Alderberry | The Iron Dragon's Daughter

[crueldragonsthesis]

She's pretty much a villain protagonist by this point anyway. Sure, life sucks for a changeling in the Unseelie Court. There's student loans that are just killer (hah. hah.), your old boyfriend keeps reincarnating and dying in front of you, you're officially government property and expected to breed future dragon pilots for them, yes, yes, somebody call the waaahmbulance. But she'd decided to enter into a contract to blow up her own dimension with a malevolent metal dragon, fueled by the souls of naive boys. She doesn't care about the collateral damage any more.

So a college freshman in some gaudy catsuit thing is sipping a mooonglove cocktail at the bar, looking slyly about. She doesn't believe in the 'don't shit where you eat' rule of VillainCon. She's the kind that has a greater cause, albeit a nihilistic one.

Ryota | Hybrid Child (original character)| OTA (even shipping)

[livingdoll]

In need of a drink? Ryota is your doll to go to, as he contentedly serves a variety of drinks from behind the counter. Need to have a friendly ear? He'll listen and commiserate. As an HC, it is his job to mirror those around him and fulfill their every need. He takes pride in it, too, being what he is.

Want someone to flirt with? A debate about different methods of taking over corporations? He's fine with that too, and he learns rather quickly.

Usually.

"Welcome to Villains' Convention! Is there anything I can get for you?"

The Warden|Superjail!

[prisonwonka]

[Here's a guy that doesn't consider himself a villain, but he still got the invite. (Perhaps that should tell him something?) Still, he sits at the bar with a curious look on his face and a non-alcoholic drink in his hands. Forced, not asked for, since the staff knew about the danger of a drunk reality warper.]

Slade | Teen Titans

[oh_mr_wilson]

[Sitting on a table somewhere in the back away from the hussle of noisier company is this dude. With a shot of whiskey by his side and his fingers steepled. Slade is for now just enjoying his own company and is possibly musing over his next big plans for the citizens of Jump City and of course the Titans.]

[ex_shadowstep567]

[His eyes land on Slade, looking him over briefly. In a room full of villains you can assume that almost everyone here holds some ill will in one form or another.

But this guy was imposing even in tat relaxed state, and that said something of his character. He moved to the side of the room Slade was on, continuing to watch him with little concern whether or not the man would be bothered by his constant gaze.]

Captain Hook -- Peter Pan

[grandseigneur]

[a party isn't a party until you have a pirate, and what better a pirate to have then Captain Jas. Hook of the Jolly Roger. he arrives with a flourish, and even give a bow to the security as he passes them.

they don't seem very impressed.

either way, he makes his way to the piano, sweeping his coat behind him like a professional maestro before setting about to play. it's a tune of his own making, unrecognizable to most, but despite his fierce appearance, it's rather lovely.]

[sadistic]

[Bellatrix Lestrange is immediately drawn to the previously-ignored grand piano, as though it's taken on much more interesting properties now that it's being played. Her undivided attention is on the instrument, not the pianist. She stands to one side, touching it and peering in at the strings, because there's nothing to say she shouldn't. In a matter of seconds, her tactile interference causes the lid — not the fallboard, but the lid — to drop closed.

She recoils in one sharp movement, like the crack of a whip, having managed to startle herself. This sort of reaction is to be expected from her, given that she's profoundly paranoid and possessed of exceptional reflexes.

Only then does she direct her attention to Captain Hook himself, to see if he's at all bothered.

Pirate though he is, there's absolutely the suggestion of nobility about him. Taken without consideration of his other features, his bone structure calls to mind someone she knows well; someone for whom she has no personal fondness, but whose blood and breeding she cannot fault. He's rather dark, otherwise, which is a telling quality they both share with many of their fellow attendees.

If she were standing on protocol, the social gatherings at this event would be problematic for her. He would have to introduce himself first, or else she would have to be introduced to him by a third party. She's not standing on protocol, mind, but there's nothing at present to say.

Her haughty expression offers no apology.]

Seiga Kaku | Touhou Project

[wickedthiswaycomes]

[ This woman here hovers in a seated position, one leg crossed lazily about the other. She's rather enjoying this atmosphere, a thin kiseru in hand. The smoke-- that of something exotic and strange-- swirls a bit, perhaps forming butterflies, before dispersing into the air. Or maybe that butterfly with go and rest on your shoulder. ]

Izanami | Persona 4

[invites]

[ Seems that this place has +1 deathly pale goddess. Her drink of choice would be of the highest quality sake and nothing less. It's been a while since she's been to such a social gathering. ]

Daria Yaehara | Gekka Ryouran Romance

[ex_pessimistic125]

[Not all villains have to be cruel, hateful, and heartless. Some villains are almost indistinguishable from heroes, and Daria has worked very hard to be considered every girl's white knight or prince charming. Not because she really cares about the insipid gaggle of girls who flock to her, with stars in their eyes and dreams of a fairytale romance—she knows they don't really care about her, only about what she presents herself to be—but she does it because some part of her takes pleasure in playing the role of a prince for a while, and then have it all crumble.

After all, it's all just a bit of fun. Heartbreak is just a game, and one that she enjoys playing the most.

Drinking isn't something she normally does, not even a glass of wine. But tonight she decides to be indulgent, and so she's found herself a nice table in the corner where she can watch other patrons, and decide if any are worth approaching.]

Remilia Scarlet | Touhou Project

[scarlet_devil]

[In a more shaded area of this particular restaurant, a certain cute but egotistical vampire had claimed an entire booth for herself and her closest servant, Sakuya. Once again she is trying to project the feeling of a powerful vampire noblewoman, but alas, the fact she has the body and often the maturity of a ten year old girl ruins it a bit. Despite her attempt at appearing aloof, she is nevertheless quite happy to socialize.]