WHO: Anyone heading to the Iceberg Lounge WHERE: At a damn fine building downtown WHEN: 12/12; Night WARNINGS: Will be edited if necessary. SUMMARY: Opening night! FORMAT: Whatever you want! Tag yo'selves in!
AND OPEN for OswaldmotherflockerDecember 13 2011, 00:57:33 UTC
Of course the host began the night at the top of the stairs, announcing a grand opening, and greeting the greatest and brightest in the City. Hands shook, conversations begun, and then artfully slid out of with promises to speak later, although for much of it, it seemed as if the monocled host would spend a great deal of time on his own table, up the stairs and secluded from the little people. He waved through who he wished, and even occasionally, he did make his rounds once again, a slow step and a lit cigarette, the smoke curling over the tops of the heads of the guests, even when the owner would be hard to spot through the crowd.
Selina was there, wearing purple leopard print and a dark little smile. She kept a drink in hand and her eyes on the crowd. Looking perhaps a bit too much at home among Gotham's less reputable residents.
Really, she had little in the way of plans for the night. More curiosity as to what Oswald had in store, who would show up. And she did so love a good party.
OPEN 2: the return of mr. kinleynottheanswersDecember 13 2011, 01:09:44 UTC
[Mr. Kinley took a table not far from the stage, enjoying the entertainment and the wine. His eye, as ever, wanders, taking note of every who that's a who to notice, his mind never far from business, despite the pleasures that surround him.]
Mr. Blake, always a pleasure. But I do tend to go where the business takes me, and there's no place to be seen quite like the Iceberg Lounge this evening.
[Were it not for Black Mask's charred head, he would blend in nicely with the rest of the tuxedo wearing crowd. Whether he's prowling through the arrivals or sitting at a table all alone, he always has a drink in hand and a glint in his eyes.]
[That glare gives him a warm fuzzy feeling and he gets the distinct urge to tell Lust "fuck you", but instead he grins and takes a sip of his drink, purposefully ignoring Selina for the time being.]
open like an open thingisthenightDecember 13 2011, 01:33:11 UTC
[ bruce, dressed up in a blond wig, fake mustache and dyed eyebrows, is fairly content to switch between people watching and mingling just enough that he doesn't look suspicious. there's one glass that stays in his hand all night, full enough that no one's going to ask him if he wants a refill, but empty enough that it looks like he's drinking.
he's going by the name doyle tonight. doyle yates. which could flow better, but that's not why he picked it. ]
[What a very strange man across the bar. She doesn't really make a move to talk to him, but there's something quite off about a man that doesn't drink much.]
[Poor thing, maybe she would even help him out with the drinking problem. She sends a drink his way before offering a coy smile. Don't let that good suit go to waste by being sober.]
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"Oswald," she said in cool greeting as she entered. "The place looks great."
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Whether she accepted the contact or not, of course, was up to her.
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Really, she had little in the way of plans for the night. More curiosity as to what Oswald had in store, who would show up. And she did so love a good party.
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Mr. Blake, always a pleasure. But I do tend to go where the business takes me, and there's no place to be seen quite like the Iceberg Lounge this evening.
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Black Mask.
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he's going by the name doyle tonight. doyle yates. which could flow better, but that's not why he picked it. ]
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