don’t give the ghost up just clench your fist

[osreborn]

WHO: NORMAN OSBORN and his PARTY GUESTS (tag yourselves in)
WHERE: Osborn Industries
WHEN: New Year's Eve; 8 PM - 1 AM
WARNINGS: A bunch of villains in a room together??
SUMMARY: A last minute New Year's party and a bunch of people who hate each other in the same room; how is that not a blast?
FORMAT: Quick

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GREETINGS!

[osreborn]

[ Mingle with new people, or people you already know. In a group like this there is a lot to talk about. ]

[motherflocker]

[ Oswald had shown up approximately on time. Really, the perfect time. Dressed in the customary suit and bowtie, tophat, and even gloves, all black and white, and it was fair to say that "The Penguin" really did apply, although he did try to forgo the title as much as possible. He wasn't ashamed of it, exactly, but there was no need advertising such a name out for the whole world, now was there? Especially a new one. He'd strode in, his plus one a pretty young thing he'd met a few days ago. She was some sort of debutante, apparently, spoke about herself a bit too much, but that was expected. Most of them did.

Plus, she could easily be ditched to find someone else to speak with. A perfect little arrangement if he did say so himself. ]

[osreborn]

[ When Oswald arrives, Norman slides right on over, all smirks and professionalism. He gives Oswald's date a brief -- ish -- once over before turning his attention to his real guest. ]

Glad you could make it, Oswald.

[motherflocker]

[ He grins in response, and a tip of his hat before he looks up at Norman. ]

Oh it's my pleasure. A very nice place you have here, Mr. Osborn. So kind of you to open your doors to us on this occasion.

FOOD&DRINK!

[osreborn]

[ HELP YOSEVLES. Gossip over prime rib and salad. Judge other people's guests over cheesecake. Drink to forget. Whatever. Food is a great icebreaker and so is drinking! ]

open;

[enigmaestro]

[He kept his glass of bourbon close, and the bottle closer. Dressed in a black suit with a screamingly green tie, Edward tried to keep in constant motion. Certain individuals he sought to avoid -- Karla, among the height of the list -- but quick calculations ensured that his major concerns would be subdued by other personalities in the crowd.

Norman, Eddie had decided, intentionally chose this guest list just to enrage him, personally.]

That's so petty. [He said into his drink.]

[ebony_mask]

[He'd been keeping an eye on Nygma as best he can; fake identities and lie detection don't mix well. While grabbing a refill of his martini, he mused at Norman's decision to invite Eddie. The guy had stones. Roman couldn't help but be impressed, although he didn't understand why Nygma had bothered to show.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't realize he'd accidentally maneuvered right next to the man until he'd spoken. He remained silent for a moment, hesitant to answer.

He couldn't help himself given Nygma's obvious annoyance. He plastered on a confused look, although he smirked inwardly.]

Excuse me?

[enigmaestro]

[Eddie quirked an eyebrow, his mouth dropping to an unimpressed line. This fellow was someone he wasn't familiar with, and as fascinating as Norman's outside connections undoubtedly were, Eddie hadn't eagerly sought acquaintance. He had, however, noticed that this fellow appeared to have the same idea of maintained distance in mind, until right this moment.]

Not you. [Whoever you are, thought Eddie as he took a sip. Putting the bottle of bourbon down (but within eyesight) Edward reluctantly offered a hand. Face value was important, sometimes.]

Edward Nygma, Deputy Mayor.

ONE ON ONES!

[osreborn]

[ For those special private conversations that require you to step away from the crowd for a little while. ]

[osreborn]

[ Norman will be all over the place. As the evening progresses he's bouncing from person to person, and there's certainly plenty of space to talk. ]

[lolverine]

[At some point Daken catches him alone--or perhaps between more important conversations; he knows that he's likely one of the least interesting people in attendance, from Norman's perspective.]

Fantastic party, Norman. I can't believe I thought we weren't on good terms.

[osreborn]

[ Wow Daken nice short sleeves. Not. ]

New city, new rules. I'm not that much of a stickler for grudge games, you know. [ That's a total lie. ]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[osreborn]

[ The ball is dropping. CALENDAR MAN IS ON TV. ETC. REACT AND GOSSIP APPROPRIATELY. Or just kiss someone and ignore the chaos, you don't have to watch TV. ]