he who frets loses the night, and only a fool thinks he can hold back the dawn
WHO: Zatanna, Vic, Kate, Dick, and Khisanth WHAT A PARTY
WHERE: Khisanth's apartment
WHEN: TONIGHT I THINK? THIS IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE ACCORDING TO IC SCHEDULES
WARNINGS: assholery maybe i dunno
SUMMARY: ~INTERVENTION.~ someone (or four someones, really) finally gets around to making Khisanth stop eating people.
FORMAT: quick! also POSTING ORDER: Vic, Kate, Dick, Khisanth, Zee in and out whenever!
[ Well, so far so good! Onyx's night has involved drinking and dinner, both provided by her current date (Jeremy? yes, that sounds right), and now that she actually has a (stolen) apartment, she doesn't have to worry that his is clean, or presentable, or nice enough for her not to hate her time there. And even better, her own clean, well-looked-after apartment even has electricity paid for, courtesy of Ghost. Water and cable are a different matter, but it's a start.
So when she makes it to the eighth floor, date in tow with an arm threaded through his, she's not really expecting to see the main room's light shining out below the crack of the door as she unlocks it. Which is possibly why she doesn't see it. There's company to focus on, after all, and the alcohol currently warming her blood is no help. And besides, why should her lights be on? It'd been daylight when she'd left. So, whoever is inside will have a solid 5 seconds or so from the sound of the key in the lock to the new arrivals making it out of the entryway and into sight of the living room, when the feeling of Wait A Minute will kick solidly in and suggest something is a little off about this well-lit and populated scene. ]
WHERE: Khisanth's apartment
WHEN: TONIGHT I THINK? THIS IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE ACCORDING TO IC SCHEDULES
WARNINGS: assholery maybe i dunno
SUMMARY: ~INTERVENTION.~ someone (or four someones, really) finally gets around to making Khisanth stop eating people.
FORMAT: quick! also POSTING ORDER: Vic, Kate, Dick, Khisanth, Zee in and out whenever!
[ Well, so far so good! Onyx's night has involved drinking and dinner, both provided by her current date (Jeremy? yes, that sounds right), and now that she actually has a (stolen) apartment, she doesn't have to worry that his is clean, or presentable, or nice enough for her not to hate her time there. And even better, her own clean, well-looked-after apartment even has electricity paid for, courtesy of Ghost. Water and cable are a different matter, but it's a start.
So when she makes it to the eighth floor, date in tow with an arm threaded through his, she's not really expecting to see the main room's light shining out below the crack of the door as she unlocks it. Which is possibly why she doesn't see it. There's company to focus on, after all, and the alcohol currently warming her blood is no help. And besides, why should her lights be on? It'd been daylight when she'd left. So, whoever is inside will have a solid 5 seconds or so from the sound of the key in the lock to the new arrivals making it out of the entryway and into sight of the living room, when the feeling of Wait A Minute will kick solidly in and suggest something is a little off about this well-lit and populated scene. ]