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]

[ms_calculation]

Of course she could manage. She knew how to play people. This was no different. Use the party to expand her connections and search for possible allies. Socialize. Have fun. She knew how to have fun. Granted, the crowd wasn't as ... usual, and Leslie likely had no food found in the Fire Nation.

Azula gave a pinched look and said, "I'll be on my best behavior." She turned, faced the party and open room, but then stopped and glanced around.

She had no idea where to go next.

[plantsnturtles]

"Oh, don't." Leslie gave a smirk. "Trust me; no one else will be."

He gave a nod to a far, dark corner where the Riddler sat alone.

"He looks lonely. I busted him out of jail earlier today. Go talk to him, he's a pretty cool guy."

[ms_calculation]

Once Leslie pointed out the Riddler, Azula locked her eyes on him and smirked. "I think I'll enjoy meeting him. I remember him having an interesting point of view." She waved a hand and stepped away. "Well, thank you for hosting the party. I'm sure it'll be fun for all involved."

[plantsnturtles]

"Course. I'd offer you a beer, but...y'know. I shouldn't be corrupting the youth."

He gestured with his hand, chuckling under his breath.

"Have fun."

[cybertronismine]

Megatron shows up. It's in his district and he's going to have to deal with it. He's going to have to deal with Leslie. He's human, of course, and he knocks politely on the door. They're going to have a talk. He won't stay long - he's just going to make it very clear that he does not want wanton murder and destruction in his district.

Or else.

[plantsnturtles]

With the party more or less kicking off to a nice start, a grinning Leslie pulled open the door at the next knock.

The smile immediately vanishes. Two words are all he needs to express his feelings at that moment.

"Oh, shitwaffles."

[cybertronismine]

"Mister Vernon. So nice to see you." Megatron is smooth and and baritone, as always. "I would like to have a few words with you, if I may."

He crooks a finger and steps away from the door. "Outside, if you please."

[plantsnturtles]

he didn't want to. He really, really didn't want to. But refusing to go would probably just end with Megatron dragging him out instead.

Giving a heavy-handed sigh, Leslie nods, grabs his crutch, and heads out onto the porch. He closes the door behind him, to give a pseudo air of privacy.

"Yeah?"

[cybertronismine]

"I couldn't help but notice that you are hosting a... party... for certain murderers, ruffians and ne'er-do-wells within the realms of my domain." Remember those fliers? Yeah, Megatron has one. He glances at Leslie, smile still on his face.

"Far be it from me to stop people from assembling as they wish... however..." And here his smile turns horrifically cold. "If there are any further murders or such actions undertaken within my borders, I will be coming to you first. My reaction will be swift. My wrath perilous. Do I make myself clear?"

[plantsnturtles]

"Crystal." grumbles Leslie. "But y'know, I live here too. I've got just as many rights as you do. So don't make it a point in harassing me, I'm not going around killing anyone anytime soon, if it hasn't escaped your notice."

"I just like having a peer group. Speaking of which, aren't you coming inside?"

[cybertronismine]

"You have as many rights as I choose to give you, Mister Vernon. Remember that. Or take your... business... elsewhere. I do not want murder in my district and if I find you've done it again, you will pay dearly."

He adjusted his jacket and put on his best smile again. "No. I don't associate with low-life riff-raff."

[plantsnturtles]

Maybe it was because he was feeling giddy from having a full house around again. Or maybe it was the half-bottle of beer he'd had before he came out. Maybe he just had one of those "stupid" moments.

But for whatever reason, Leslie decided to take his arm and throw it around Megatron's shoulders in a gesture of camaraderie.

"I'll let you in on a little secret," he whispered in Megatron's ear. "Us low-life riff-raff? We're yours. Alllll yours. Mostly Westerners. And if you want to rule us without rebellion, you won't call us names."

He Bended behind his back with his free hand, then brought the object on the plate round in front of them both.

"Pie?"

[cybertronismine]

Megatron went deathly still for a moment and then carefully extricated himself from Leslie's arm and turned to stare at him. "No one in this city would shed tears for a group of murderous scum, as you're quite aware. Attempt to depose me and you will be dealt with."

He glanced down at the pie and shook his head. "No. And do not touch me again with my permission."

[plantsnturtles]

"You still don't get it."

Leslie shook his head, and began eating the pie himself. "Sorry. Okay, 'Boss'. Or do you want to be called Lord, or Leader? I could do Mr. President but we'd have to have an election."

[cybertronismine]

Megatron arched a brow. "I have laid down rules for this district. I expect them to be followed. That said, what is it I do not 'get'?"