I have never been called a saint

[bestmachine]

WHO: Everyone who signed up here. Please tag yourself in!
WHERE: The Major's mansion
WHEN: January 3rd, evening
SUMMARY: The villains are having a dinner party! Whoa.
FORMAT: Whichever!

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ARRIVAL

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People are checked for weapons at the door by this lovely man. Feel free to strike up a conversation with him, or chatter with the others by the entrance.

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[Cavil doesn't wait too far away from the entrance. After all, he wants to see who bothered to show up. He wants to attach faces to names. He wants to know.

He isn't very dressed up at all. He's wearing all black, granted, which makes him look put together, but that's no different than how he usually dresses. He doesn't see the point in gussying himself up more than he needs to do. He's presentable. That's what matters.]

[easytochop]

[Lust doesn't need to smuggle in weapons, obviously; she is one, so although she recognizes the necessity of the check it's an entirely wasted gesture. She isn't wearing her dress, actually, which is a rarity; she has one of those... fucking casual too-short turtleneck dresses on, because I cannot stand looking for clothes online to link to shit okay. This would normally make her feel hella uncomfortable, but right now it's a deliberate gesture; she's not intimidated by anything in this place. The gloves stay, as ever.

Oh look, robobff!

She approaches and KIND OF SORT OF smiles at him, although it's more of a twisting upwards of the lips, partially because she isn't enjoying herself (yet???), but mostly because she suspects he's already well on his way to miserable.]

Cavil.

[WOW, VERBOSE.]

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[He gives a smile of his own when he sees her, an almost self-satisfied smirk, since, although he is on his way to miserable, Lust is one of the few people he was hoping would show up. And she did.]

The name's Thomas-- [He throws a glance over his shoulder - all clear? Yes.] --for tonight. Admittedly, I'm not all that fond of it, but you do what you do. It's nice to see you.

COCKTAILS/SOCIALIZING

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There's a small bar outside of the dining room, along with a number of appetizers set out on tables for the guests to help themselves. None of the caterers are bringing them around. In fact, most of the caterers are off in the other room, preparing for the dinner. Only the woman running the bar remains.

If you're going to bring up any "questionable" topics, you might just want to stay on the opposite end of the room.

[chlorodermic]

[Shego had a sort of love-hate relationship with socializing...as did 'Shena'. There were times when she legitimately did socialize and enjoyed it, and of course there were times when she wanted nothing to do with people and their stupidity. Tonight was one of those hit-or-miss nights, it all depended on who approached her and how non-stupid they were.

She decided to start the night with a rum and coke-like drink, and maybe move to the more fancier stuff as the night goes on. She leans against the bar, fiddling with the straw, and she wonders if the night will produce meetings with fellow villains that were actually worth it, or if she was just going to be stuck talking to a lame villain.

But maybe Cavil made it a point to sort out the losers from the non-losers.]

[chlorodermic]

[Unlike Billy, Shego's face falters as she notices who exactly is sitting next to her. She hoped he wasn't going to cling to her for the entire evening, buuuuut might as well humour him.]

Yup. And you're...uh...Jack? Jimmy?

[Something with a J. Nevermind, she's looking at the diet Coke he's drinking. Judging his drink choice.]

I'm surprised that you were invited.

DINNER

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The name cards are outside the dining room so that the guests can bring them inside and chose their own seats. There are three possible entrees - filet mignon, crab-stuffed flounder, and a vegetarian pasta. Guests have been instructed to select their choice in advance.

Sit down. Stay awhile.

[dogabuse]

[ The woman in the conservative champagne-colored dress is supposedly Katarina von Wirbelsäulehauer. She has a peculiarly clinical way of handling a knife and fork. Without any particular conscious effort, Miss von Wirbelsäulehauer has dissected a good half of her filet mignon into nearly perfect, identical squares of meat.

And while her hands are slender, almost thin-- an unusual sight, those hands, naked without laboratory gloves-- there is something vaguely threatening about her while she holds a knife, something unplaceable but instinctive that says that beef is not the only thing she can effortlessly cut. ]

I COULDN'T RESIST

[easytochop]

[Oh look, there's another woman. She is also eating the filet mignon, except she's uh, not really eating it so much as toying with it; her results aren't nearly as impressive. Claire Steinbrenner is apparently not very hungry tonight (or ever, really, BUT HEY WHATEVER IT'S A FREE COUNTRY), and her eyes are cool, detached, and currently traveling with consideration over "Katarina"'s features.

She'd expected as much, really.]

PUMPKIN also angie wouldn't recognize lust would she? 8C i don't think she's actually ever seen her.

[dogabuse]

[ "Katarina" is the observant type by nature, and she notices the weight of someone's gaze on her face. With a precise motion, she neatly cuts off another piece of meat, lodging her fork into the steak with a brisk motion before glancing up to meet that detached look. Her eyes are clinical and unfriendly, but at length, a sharp smile curves at her mouth. ]

May I help you?

ROOMS OUTSIDE THE DINING HALL

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Need to escape the others? Get some fresh air? Have a more private conversation? It's a big mansion, after all.

[out_of_beta]

[ 'Diana Shellby' (that's the name her seating card at dinner read) takes the opportunity before dinner to wander. The mansion is unlike any of the properties she has personally obtained for herself since arriving in the City and she is more than mildly curious of the museum-like quality to some of the rooms. This far from the dining hall, the sounds of its occupants has lowered down to a quiet murmur. Barefoot, she walks the halls -- a bright yellow figure moving between dimmed doorways. Peering into this room and that, periodically she pauses to touch a piece of furniture or stare at a painting hung on a wall.

She doesn't expect anyone to bother her. But she may not mind it, depending on who it is. ]

[namesnotjack]

[ Alex has decided that he needs a break from the chatter of the dining hall as well, so he found the first opportune moment to slip out and did so. Wandering the halls, at least for now, is a nice chance to clear his head.

When he accidentally happens upon GLaDOS, he pauses and watches her for a moment before approaching. ]

Are you looking for something?

[out_of_beta]

[ GLaDOS doesn't turn to look at him right away, since she's too preoccupied staring at an over-sized painting of what seems to be a very fat man riding a very fat horse. She recognizes his voice easily, though, and smiles in her odd way. ]

NO
I AM SIMPLY COLLECTING DATA
HELLO CHOSEN DESIGNATION: 'MAX WERTHEIMER'
ARE YOU BORED OF THE PARTY

SPEECHES

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The caterers have already been asked politely to leave.

It wouldn't be a villainous function without these, would it? Feel free to hold conversations between the speeches as well, or immediately afterwords, especially now that the prying eyes of the waiters are gone.

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plaaaaceholder

SPEECHES

[loves_war]

[Ting ting ting! The Major signals everyone's impending doom by tapping his fork against his glass. This is a man who routinely tl;drs in casual conversation; place him in a situation where he's asked to hear the sound of his own voice at length and he's gonna go on for hours

[loltraitorlol]

[GRINS SMUGLY WHEN THE DECEPTICONS ARE MENTIONED]