Paring of DOOM
Who: Mystique and Poison Ivy
What: Gossiping about Bruce Wayne, mostly.
When: December 31st 2008
Rating: General
Mystique: *so, having not seen Pamela since her arrival, Lily!Mystique is going to go visit the gardener's quarters.*
Pamela: *is inside, then, probably attempting to work up a stronger drug she can work into a lipstick-- though probably has the good sense to keep this going in the bathroom instead of the suite*
Mystique: *well that's interesting* *knock knock knock?*
Pamela: *--quickly closes that door, sheds any protective equipment, and glances out the peephole before unlocking and opening the door* Lily! What a surprise.
Mystique: *interesting reaction - the fuss in the room, that is.* A good one, I hope? *she gives her a smile.* Merry belated Christmas, I guess.
Pamela: A pleasure, definitely. And a happy New Year. *nods back toward the room* Excuse the mess. We might be better off outside. Would you mind?
Mystique: *that's kind of suspect, but whatever* Why not? It is a beautiful day.
Pamela: *well, Ivy's kind of suspect* I could use a break from indoors. It would be a crime not to go out and enjoy nature on a day like this.
Mystique: *quite litterally, huh?* I don't quite mind. Have you been to the gym, yet?
Pamela: Not yet. I haven't gotten a chance to work out, you know how it is.
Mystique: I... guess. *you have things to do? how intriguing*
Pamela: So, tell me, how have you been keeping busy?
Mystique: *mostly spying on people with security cams or mascarading as Lily or Anna* Very unsuccessfully. I did attend a party, though, recently.
Pamela: There was a party? Clearly I'm farther out of the loop than I thought. *smile* How was it?
Mystique: Very busy. *a pause* And rather... ecclectic.
Pamela: Eclectic how?
Mystique: Guests of all ages and all walks of life. *looks at Pamela interestedly* Too bad you didn't show. It would have been interesting.
Pamela: I'm sure it would have. Anyone there you recognized?
Mystique: Bruce Wayne, amongst others. *But she's not quite thinking about him, actually*
Pamela: Bruce Way-- *can't help herself, laughs a little* I /should/ have been there.
Mystique: Definitely. Though the man does have an army of fangirls around him - the competition is fierce. *laughing too*
Pamela: *shakes her head with a grin* He's not so difficult to get to, if you're savvy.
Mystique: *he's been evading Mystique for months, the little pest* Is that so?
Pamela: I've made his acquaintance. *smiles* At the end of the day, he's a man. Men are easy to get to.
Mystique: *oh, don't be so damn smug* Not a sane man, I'd add. *quite sedately*
Pamela: Oh, no? I haven't noticed. *always just used him for his money or attempted to kill him*
Mystique: *that's what you learn when you're infiltrating for a bit* I may be mistaken. I am not a psychiatrist, after all.
Pamela: What makes you think he is?
Mystique: He twitches.
Pamela: I've noticed /that/. *though mostly saw it when he was trying to fight off her potions* How does that make him insane?
Mystique: It's a sign of excessive nervosity.
Pamela: I wonder what's on his mind. All that money driving him crazy?
Mystique: Could be. Or is it a conflict of sorts?
Pamela: What would he be conflicted about?
Mystique: *shrug* Sue me if I know.
Pamela: Why are you spending so much time trying to figure him out? He's just a spoiled rich boy.
Mystique: *because it's interesting* I have nothing better to do.
Pamela: That's unfortunate. *eyebrow* What have you found out about him?
Mystique: Precious little - he made sushi for an alien, once.
Pamela: *repeats* Sushi for an alien? What?
Mystique: *repeats* He looked like an alian. Small, green, and flying. I think it qualifies as alien.
Pamela: Sounds like. *quirks an eyebrow* You spend all your time doing this?
Mystique: Amongst other things.
Pamela: What "other things"?
Mystique: I like to keep track of new arrivals.
Pamela: Anyone worth paying attention to?
Mystique: I would suppose so. I heard... something interesting, recently.
Pamela: Oh?
Mystique: Something about a woman ressembling your description... attacking a young man.
Pamela: What? *stares at her, surprised-- seemingly for the news, but in reality, because no one should've seen that and he shouldn't have been able to give details* Was he all right?
Mystique: I don't know. I only heard... it seems someone is looking for information about this ... whoever attacked him.
Pamela: *plays dumb* With any luck, they'll be caught.
Mystique: I would suppose so. *doesn't really care either way* You're not alarmed that someone looking like you is doing such things? It could put your reputation in a bunch...
Pamela: I'm not-- too well known here. I hardly have to worry about my reputation. And if anyone suspects me, they're welcome to check me out.
Mystique: Of course. *files this reaction away* I can't help but wonder what a harmless young man could have done, to call in such a reaction.
Pamela: *shrugs* I've no idea. Did anyone bother to ask him what he'd done?
Mystique: I haven't heard of it.
Pamela: Then for all we know, he could be a criminal.
Mystique: I suppose.
Pamela: I suppose.
Pamela: Who knows? *smiles* He could have deserved it.