Creepering: A Party

[plantsnturtles]

Who: Leslie Vernon, !open
When: Forward-dated to Saturday night and Sunday morning
Where: Repo Manor, Western District
What: Following the posted flyer's message from last week, Leslie opens the house to all creeps, murderers, and psychopaths to get to know each other.
Notes: No posting order, tag what makes sense to your characters, etc., etc.

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Welcoming/Getting to Know You Thread

[plantsnturtles]

[Show up and talk here]

DING DONG

[deliciousham]

[Hopefully this won't give the wrong impression. Don't get me wrong -- I'm not any different, except on who I pick to be my prey. That's all there is to it. Still, he did say normal people were accepted, and I've always been good at being a wolf in sheep's clothing, so let's check the wolf's den.]

There's an energetic knock at the front door. Quite frankly, the decor seemed a bit over the top, but the manor's size was indeed impressive. Leslie sure seemed to enjoy the location.

No wonder people were wary of the Western District; full of criminals and killers and beasts.

[So why did I wake up in the East?]

In hand, he carries sugar cookies.

[I was tempted to make them in the shape of kitchen knives, but that'd give the wrong impression. ...Or the right one, it's kind of hard to tell here.]

ZOMG.

[plantsnturtles]

At the knock, Leslie is there in a near instant; half out of politeness and half to make sure he intercepts the visitors before PH wanders in to see what's what. Nothing kills a killer party faster than a killer on the loose.

"Heyyy, Dexter." the other man grinned back, pushing the door open wide. "You didn't have to come. Are those cookies? Nice. C'mon in."

[deliciousham]

"Yeah, I know. Figured you might need the snacks or something."

[And it's not like I don't belong.]

Dexter shrugs and lets himself in, smiling easily in return to the other man. "Probably won't stay long. I mean, hanging out in a room full of killers seems kind of uninviting, if you know what I mean."

[plantsnturtles]

"Well, we've got pie and beer but no cookies, so I'd say they are totally and one hundred percent welcome."

Taking the cookies, Leslie walked with them into the kitchen, calling over his shoulder.

"Aw, yeah? I mean, it's not all killers and they'll all be on their best behavior. This isn't the environment for anyone doing anything unnatural; people are polite when it's not their house and they've been invited. Weird, I know, but it's colloquial. Have a seat!"

. . .

[crooked_timbers]

Oh, this was so morbid. A party for murderers to relish in their own depravity. It was awful!

. . . However, it was his very liberal belief that in order to run a fair and successful society all perspectives must be taken into consideration, even the perspectives of madmen. Surprises could always occur -- there were the Iroquois legends involving cannibals that had become great keepers of peace. There was always hope for humanity, even if it sometimes took the detonation of a few major cities for them to realize their own errors and possibility for potential improvement.

Knocking on the door in his purple suit, he gave his best and most charming smile.

After a week of being too irritated to speak with anyone, and with his Bubastis missing, and that irritating mouse meddling in his affairs, he really could use a night of funsies.

Adrian what are you even.

[plantsnturtles]

Suffice it to say that when Leslie pulled open the door a second time, the last person in the world he was expecting was the fierce Adrian Veidt himself. After all, part of the reason Leslie was having a party at all was to provide an alternative throw-back to Adrian's much more reserved and cultured engagements.

He blinked, slowly, to account for what he was seeing.

"Uh...."

Okay. Sure. Why not? The party wasn't limited only to the crazies, though why Adrian would even want to show up at all was a complete and utter mystery to the crippled slasher.

"Hey, Adrian. Nice to...see you."

Wow, this was awkward. Being Leslie, he decided to mention just that.

"Wow, this is awkward. I totally didn't expect you."

i dont even know.

[crooked_timbers]

He gave a light laugh at Leslie's surprise. Of course, no one would have expected him here. He was not one of these murdering crazies, after all.

"No, I should think not. However, I'm always interested in learning new perspectives, even if I can't always agree or approve."

He didn't even seem to notice the awkwardness, completely brushing it off with a friendly smile.

"Besides, I'm interested in meeting some new people, and in all honesty, I could use a night of fun after my Bubastis was kidnapped." The last word was said a bit bitterly, but it didn't take long for him to regain that oh-so-pleasant expression.

[plantsnturtles]

Oh yeah. Leslie knew that look. It was that moment of fury in the eyes of someone before the axe dropped.

Damn, he must really love that poor stupid cat.

"Wait wait wait." The man held up a hand, still at the door in front of Adrian. "You never mentioned kidnapping when you were all addressing people about it on the network. You said she'd ran off. Are you here for fun times or are you here to hunt around for the guy who took your cat?"

[crooked_timbers]

"I didn't want to make it an issue, however, the individuals in question will be dealt with in time . . . peacefully, of course. I am hoping that we can work out some kind of an agreement. Really, there have been so many unfortunate misunderstandings lately."

He gave a sad sigh, before continuing to address Leslie:

"The individuals I suspect of kidnapping Bubastis will not be here, unless they arrive to investigate you and your guests."

[plantsnturtles]

"Right.."

Geez, the man's sad face could make a kitten cry.

"All right, I'll, uh..keep an eye out, then. C'mon in, there's food in the kitchen, Dexter's already here. Just...go in, make yourself at home. If PH comes by, yell and lemme know, I'll run interference."

He stepped aside, letting Adrian inside the house.

[crooked_timbers]

"Thank you, Leslie."

With that he stepped inside, ready to join his true peer group, rather he wanted to admit it or not.

[ms_calculation]

This party was marginally more different than the last Azula had attended, and she had a better reason to attend: simply, to expand her connections with people she could use. Of course, she couldn't yet let it get out that she mingled with murderers and monsters, but the diversity of the city, the possibility of anything happening at any moment, made it hard to plan. She found herself biding her time instead, waiting for opportunities and adjusting to the circumstances as she went.

But she would have this city. She would have it in honor of her father and country; to take from it as it had taken from her.

The decor of the manor was depressing. Really, after the last party, she should avoid this one. But, well ... Azula, in her party garb, frowned, knocked, and waited with one hand on her hip.

[plantsnturtles]

Shifting his weight around to the crutch, Leslie pulled open the door and looked down at the young and sweet-faced little monster.

Not that he knew she was a monster, but this kid, this 14-year-old little nothing was handling herself in Nautilus better than most adults. Something to be respected in that.

Giving a bit of a grin, Leslie shouldered the door and gestured grandly to the interior.

"Hey sweetheart; make yourself at home."

[ms_calculation]

The moment the door opened, Azula blinked and frowned, the party inside and behind him. She, of course, was right on time--very punctual.

Why he called her sweetheart she didn't know. But if that was how he wanted to think of her, then fine. All the better.

"I'm here for the festivities," she declared. It sounded right, to state her purpose, before she entered someone's home. When he gestured her in, she took the invitation and then turned back to him.

[plantsnturtles]

"Okay." an amused Leslie answered back. "I'm here for the festivities too. Relax, it's okay. If you're hungry I've got food laid out, and just...try to have a good time and don't piss anyone off. You can manage, right?"