brettsarmistice: :: in a black jacket and trousers tucked into slick leather boots up to the knee, cap'n (or DJ) armistice led the turntables, pirate hat exchanged for a black bandana tied around short hair, so headphones wouldn't interfere. below the coat was a corset -- scarlet red. she spun the night's tracks, keeping a careful balance with hip hop mashups for the elite crowd ... and a few throwbacks to halloween favorites. Thriller, remixed, starts this set :: brettsarmistice: :: Cap'n Brett starts the night off in black coat over a scarlet corset and wide-legged trousers tucked into knee-high black boots. The music is mostly hiphop mashups ... and a few throwbacks to halloween favorites. Thriller, remixed, starts this set :: brettsarmistice: :: Cap'n Brett, at the DJ table, is in black coat over a scarlet corset and wide-legged trousers tucked into knee-high black boots, her hair tied into a black bandana -- with black mask tied about her eyes.. :: brettsarmistice: :: Stationed near the space between indoor and outdoor, the music has been mostly hiphop mashups --- mixed in with a few halloween favorites. This set starts with thriller, remixed. :: brettsarmistice: :: There's nothing creepier than Michael Jackson, after all. :: benikisses: ~Beni was also stationed appropriately, along with Posse Members #2 and #3 as greeters by the entrance way. Mingling would be achieved later, but Beni wanted benikisses: tabs on any and every body and costume that walked through the door. Polished in both mask and Wednesday Addams finery, benikisses: the girl was ready with a warm word of greeting for all who were on the sheaf of papers in #2's hands. For all others, well, there was always the door. ~ seekingvalerie: A jacket would have been practical; goosebumps rose on her pale skin as she walked into the room, somehow almost on time though that was probably only due to Jasper hounding her to get ready starting earlier that afternoon. seekingvalerie: A floor length, airy white dress, open to her belly button at the front and the small of her back, her chest covered only by a white bandeau between the filmy panels. seekingvalerie: Her dark brown hair was pinned messily to the top of her head in a disarray of waves, and a white and gold mask covered only her eyes. “I am a terrible dancer,” She mused to the boy as the music hit her eyes, grinning at the song. Jazz A Michaels: "Mm," her companion required. Jasper was busily trying to decide whether affecting a French accent would further his disguise. He'd elected not to speak at all until the decision was made. Jazz A Michaels: He used the swathing cover of his mask to sweep Beni's scanty costume with a look not entirely platonic. He'd been there, though, much like every other boat in the school, and knew what secrets that miniskirt had to hide. Jazz A Michaels: He threw a look Valerie's way, and dropped his voice once again, testing out the French accent on her. "Shall we relocate to ze bar?" seekingvalerie: "Sure," She laughed at his accent and shook her head, hooking her arm loosely through his and keeping her eyes down as she walked. "I could use a drink." what mira sees: Swathed in oscar de la renta's significant improvement on the toga, Mira Vanderbilt's hair was swept up in tall updo, several bronzed cords holding it in place, a mask of bronze held in place over the girl's eyes. A sprig -- olive branch -- sets off the costume and the updo -- minerva, m for m -- miss vanderbilt and her friends (elites 2-5, respectively, an 1800s gentleman (top hat included), a harem dancer, a chinese philosopher, and a native american -- all representing various parts of history, in one way or another). The set stopped in at the door for that exchange of pleasantries with the night's hosts. benikisses: Beni allowed the elites a smile, as would anyone with a modicum of common courtesty. Even if it was false. "Good evening," she said, with cheerful gaiety not entirely unfeigned. benikisses: As promised on the flier, she mentioned no names. Once on the list, officially you were forgotten. Secrets were secrets. Jazz A Michaels: "C'est bon," Jasper agreed, and threaded a pathway through the mingling arrivals to the bar as though pulled by a supernatural connection. Perhaps he was. "Requests?" seekingvalerie: "Anything that tastes like strawberries," Keeping her voice low, her eyes began scanning the room; she didn't recognize anyone at all. "Or raspberry. I have a real thing with those." Jazz A Michaels: A nod of the mask, and Jasper laid in an order for strawberry daiquiri and a double scotch. He reached to tweak the ends of his glued-on moustache. Lukas J Maradona: Adding to the costumed quota, another two partygoers strolled in behind the historical posse. A surgeon, replete with scrubs, facemask, and headscarf entered with a scantily clad nurse on his arm. what mira sees: Mira waited for the other Elites to exchange their greetings, all warm, including one from the Chinese monk who stayed in character with a perfeclty-executed bow. seekingvalerie: "Merci, mon cheri," She thanked him in a perfect french accent, taking her drink from that bar when it was laid in front of her, taking a sip. "You don't have to babysit me, Jazz. Go. Mingle. Do your guy thing." Lukas J Maradona: She was a petite thing, but propped on a pair of rather pleasing boots, she stood at an acceptable height. "Evening, Meredith," the surgeon greeted. what mira sees: The (unwittingly second) grecian goddess of the night was just as diplomatic. "Thanks for taking care of all this, Beni," she complimented the hostess smoothly. "The loft looks amazing." Jazz A Michaels: Jazz lifted his eyebrows in an invisible sweep, hidden by the mask. "I haven't seen anyone worth the time yet," he said, although that was no surprise, given the attention he was paying to the bar itself. "Trying Jazz A Michaels: to get rid of me?" benikisses: "It does, doesn't it?" The cheerleader responded with undiluted pleasantry. She angled her head curiously, then, and swept her bemasked eyes up and down the length of Mira's dress. benikisses: "It's a beautiful costume you have there," she commented, although a nagging doubt pervaded her tone. "Did you go shopping with anyone else when you planned it?" seekingvalerie: "Never," With a grin the girl ruffled his hair, eyeing the obvious hostess she had yet to meet from across the room, about to suggest saying hello until she noticed her dress... on someone else. seekingvalerie: "Are you kidding me?" She said with a groan, downing a long swallow of her drink. Jazz A Michaels: Jasper flicked a glance at her. "Hm?" benikisses: Beni heard some surgeon dude speaking out a name she refused to answer. She flicked him a glance, chillier than icicles in the Arctic, and ignored him, turning her attention back to Mira without a single syllable. what mira sees: "No," Mira mused, one slender brow raising at the hostess' tone. They both had relatives in the senate -- she was a little more aware of the girl's myriad tones than some of their fellows. "Why?" Lukas J Maradona: Pleased, the surgeon slid on past the hostess with his salacious date in tow. Punchbowl time. Was that Sangria? benikisses: WBeni's eyes, visible in their masked rings, widened in almost comic alarm. "I think you have a clone," she whispered, conspiratorially. "She arrived not a few minutes ago." Obviously, Mira benikisses: would be the original Goddess. Who would question an Elite Vanderbilt? Cough, Cough. "Look over towards the bar." seekingvalerie: "That girl is wearing my dress," She muttered, lifting a hand to tangle in her already messy hair, the other bringing her drink to her lips again. "I knew this was an awful idea." Mortifying. Typically mortifying. Jazz A Michaels: "Ah," Jasper said, and, lead by a wish to offset any potential hysterics, turned his head fully until he was staring in the same direction as Valerie. what mira sees: "Ah." Mira's disappointment was visible, but short-lived. "Well, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery," she noted serenly, well-aware that no one had copied Beni's outfit. Jazz A Michaels: Once spotted, his eyes swept the feminine form by the doorway. "I see." And he did. benikisses: Beni's lips twitched. Everyone with a brain knew that she would singlehandedly destroy any and every costume that came close to being similar. "If you say so," she said, tone flavoured with sympathy. benikisses: "Well, enjoy yourself anyway, hm?" seekingvalerie: Chewing on the inside of her cheek for a moment, Valerie rolled her eyes. God forbid one simple night out run smoothly. She noticed his oogling, and sighed. "That is a total sign. I shouldn't be here." A quiet laugh followed. what mira sees: "I'll do my best," Mira promised, her own lips quirked in a faint smile, for whichever reasons ...but already she was arm-in-arm with the gentleman with the tophat, a smile fully in place. "Difficult though it may be." Jazz A Michaels: "A sign?" Jasper's reaction was incredulous with amusement. "Did you suddenly develop religion in the time we were apart? Do I need to take you to a doctor?" seekingvalerie: "Yeah, I did. I prayed that a girl would show up in the same dress as me so I could have an excuse to leave!" Squeezing his elbow, more of the alcohol was consumed with the opposite hand holding the glass in place.. Jazz A Michaels: "An excuse to leave?" Oh. Of course. Cameron would be here. Lol. "You're going to hide in my pokey apartment forever?" benikisses: Beni smiled, tight but light, and waved the foursome through. "Go forth and conquer," she suggested. seekingvalerie: "You know what I want," The girl purred to him before laughing softly, resting her cheek on his shoulder. "I'm staying at my own place tonight. You might need yours to yourself!" Teasing him with implications, she smiled. what mira sees: Five in total, actually. Mira lifted a slender hand -- wrist bound in a bronzed bracelet -- and waved as they passed, though something about her shoulders changed when the conversation finished. what mira sees: The laugh that followed a comment made by the harem girl was clear, unbothered; she wasn't about to let her evening be spoiled. Lukas J Maradona: The surgeon was nearby, getting himself and his date a bit of the punch, when he heard the outburst from a nearby grecian goddess. Lukas J Maradona: The voice - and it's signature anxiety - was easily recognizable. Note to self - steer clear of goddesses, especially those on the arm of curiously dressed gentlemen. Jazz A Michaels: Jasper threw her a smirk-laden glance, but didn't let his lips twitch beyond Poirot's famous pursed smile. "Why don't you find someone to take home with you? It's about time you moved on." v speak easy: Lady Burlesque herself was putting in an appearance tonight. Glamour from head to toe - and a mile of leg in between - Vittoria arrived fashionably late, and paused at the doorway to exchange pleasantries. benikisses: Waiting neatly until both Valerie and Mira were in the same six feet, Wednesday Addam's cellphone made a neat appearance, severing the scene into the realm of fixed memory. seekingvalerie: She an her eyes over the remainder of the crowd, passing over the surgeon as though he were just another wallflower. "Because if I wanted to go home with anyone, I would go with you. You make the best eggs in the morning." benikisses: She turned, then, to greet the distant family member. "Stunning," she murmured, in heartfelt compliment. Jazz A Michaels: "You're assuming I'd let you come home with me? What would I have to gain from that, ma petitpois?" seekingvalerie: "Meant completely platonically, Jazz. No need to get a rise out of it." She smirked, debating another drink or an early departure. "And I hate green peas. You need to learn french." Jazz A Michaels: The detective shrugged, twirling his pimp!cane neatly betwixt gloved fingers. "I know what I said. I like peas. They flower nicely." He threw her a glance. seekingvalerie: "My apologies for the under estimation." Smiling at him sweetly, Valerie looked around once more. "I'm just going to step outside, grab a cigarette, okay?" Jazz A Michaels: "If you want," Jasper nodded. He, of course, had a pipe with him, tucked neatly into the voluminous inside of his blazer. He'd always been curious about smoking one of those things, a grandfather type Jazz A Michaels: affair with foul smelling contents. Tonight, he planned to sample it himself. seekingvalerie: "I'll be back," she promised, and following a kiss to his cheek, the girl picked up her clutch and made her way through the crowd to the door, poking around for her Marlboro's and lighter on the way. Not once looking up. v speak easy: Airkisses were traded, just one, please. "Thanks, lovely. Great costume, you've got the body for it." Lady Burlesque winked from behind her bejeweled mask, tapping a ringed finger to the girl's bare waist. what mira sees: With Aphrodite vacant from the bar, Minerva finally acquiesced to the desires of her compatriots for cocktails. Not immune to embarassment, but carrying it with the best grace breeding could buy, what mira sees: Mira was also careful to select the opposite end of the bar. benikisses: "Thank you," Wednesday refrained from dimpling, it would be severrely out of character, but she allowed the briefest of upturns to colour her smile. "I think you're the last of the people I'd benikisses: bother waiting for here," the hostess murmured. "At least until Cameron decides to show his face." She sniffed, and nodded to the girls behind her. what mira sees: Carding wasn't an issue here -- not at a private party. In a rare instance, Miss Vanderbilt took up a cocktail -- something clear soon held between thin fingers. v speak easy: "Ah... he's not here yet, then?" Vittoria questioned, lingering by the cheerleader-esque gloomgirl. seekingvalerie: Each drag on the cigarette was blissful, and she leaned back against the building outside in the cold her with a grin, staring up at the sky in a silent thanks, finishing it before heading back for the door to return to her friend. benikisses: "Of course not," Beni snorted, delicately. "He'll be waiting for the best possible entrance - when all the legs in the city are already on view." She winked. Jazz A Michaels: Jasper, however, had been keeping an eye on the second goddess to enter the room. Something about her seemed familiar, his eye for detail lingering over the way she held a glass, the angle of her head. v speak easy: Vittoria's lips curved. "Indeed." Eyeing the room, she spotted a familiarly-shaped pirate behind the DJ booth. "Don't stay out by the door all night, love. Have some fun." v speak easy: Dropping a parting airkiss to the cheerleader's cheek, Vittoria headed for the DJ booth. Jazz A Michaels: Tucking Poirot's cane beneath his arm, the Frenchman puttered his way gracefully across the bar, eyes intent. onetimingcameron: Out of a black car, in cape and full mask, V for Vendetta made his way to the door, making an in-character and appropriately ostentatious bow to the smoking girl. onetimingcameron: No reason to blow his cover yet; besides, Cameron Scribner tended to run in posses -- not by himself -- and Lukas was already onetimingcameron: inside. Behind the safety of the mask his lips curled. Perfect. He passed her smoothly thereafter, headed to the elevators. brettsarmistice: In the midst of changing discs, Brett looked balefully at the empty glass sitting atop the DJ stand. No refills yet -- ah, staff was easily forgotten. Fortunately, the good cap'n came equipped, brettsarmistice: as any pirate would be, setting up the next track before drawing a flask from the inside of her coat pocket and taking a sip with a grin. Mischief managed, was that the phrase? seekingvalerie: Valerie's eyebrow raised at the dramatic entrance, unable to contain the laugh that escaped as he strode past. It was cold, however, so after a moment she returned inside to Jasper, stopping upon seeing him with new company. seekingvalerie: She could not contain the content smile that crept up onto her face, and without drawing any attention to herself having returned, the girl stepped to the end of the bar, quietly ordering herself another drink. onetimingcameron: Apparently, elevators went faster for Grecian Goddesses. Aware that the best time to arrive at a party was fashionably late, he made his entrance finally, tipping a salute to the hostess at the door. what mira sees: Aware of the approach of a certain frenchman, Mira's brows rose, some suspicions confirmed. It hadn't been entirely clear at the door. what mira sees: "Poirot," she greeted, when the investigator approached. "Are you here to tease me in the case of the duplicated dresses? C'est la vie." benikisses: Beni, still standing closeby the elevator, swept a glance up and down, down and up, V for Vendetta. She purred, a trifle, the noise a little strange coming from one Wednesday Addams. "It's about time," she said. Jazz A Michaels: "A gentleman does not tease," Poirot chided, sweeping the lady's hand up for a brief kiss to her knuckles. His French accent, lighter than the test he'd thrown at Valerie, was just enough to blur v speak easy: Heading over to Cap'n Brett, Lady Burlesque draped herself against one side of the DJ booth. "How's it going, lady?" onetimingcameron: "Verily, my dear, a man such as myself is never late. Vanguarding the door to vouchsafe for your visitors?" Jazz A Michaels: his r's and soften his g's. "A gentleman appreciates beauty, even if it is similar in form." The moustache twitched beneath his mask. benikisses: "You're the last," Beni informed him, with a one-sided smirk as she counted up the stupid number of V's he'd thrown into his speech. "We've been waiting." seekingvalerie: The second drink was in her hands quickly, and she watched only Jasper as she drank it down. How style cramping she must be for him sometimes, and without a thought she continued to hang back, unphased by standing alone. brettsarmistice: "Oh darling," Brett replied eagerly, slinging one arm around Burlesque's slender waist -- with a kiss, European, to a pretty cheek. "I'm bored out of my bloody mind." onetimingcameron: "Very sorry to disappoint," he replied, unable to resist the temptation to throw in one more. His voice dropped, the volume low, putting one gloved hand around Ms. Addams shoulder. onetimingcameron: "You're not planning on making a scene, are you, beautiful? I'd hoped to get some miles out of this mask..." axexlim has left the room. benikisses: "I believe I can hold back, for now." the be-plaited girl said, smoothing delicate fingers over his nearby shoulder. The excuse? Dust. The effect, nothing. "I'm sure my restraint will pay off, won't it?" seekingvalerie: After several moments, heeled shoes hidden beneath the soft material of her dress led the girl away from the bar, walking with straight shoulders (and her drink) through the mingling guests, observing in silence. what mira sees: "Imitation and actual flattery, all in one night ..." Mira mused quietly, looking now around the room. "You will apologize to your friend for me?" She asked him quietly, more concerned about this than any jests to be had. v speak easy: "Here to rescue my cap'n in distress," V grinned, and poked at the DJ-set up. "I have a request, my dear. It's awful, really, you're going to laugh. But I absolutely must hear some Pussycat Dolls." what mira sees: Her voice was low -- too many people were around the bar to overhear. The concern was sincere."She doesn't seem to be taking it well." Jazz A Michaels: "I will," Jasper affirmed. "She's that type. There was more than one Goddess, though, so I'm sure history won't complain." He took a sip of his scotch. brettsarmistice: "Must you?" Brett's eyes quickly warmed up, her grin both boyish and pure mischief. "Is this a .... pressing need, or a passing fancy?" seekingvalerie: The dress was the last thing on Valerie's mind as she eventually made her way to Jasper's side again, tapping him softly on the shoulder. "I leave for fifteen seconds and you replace me already? She teashed, smiling at the girl. onetimingcameron: "Whatever can I do to make it up to you?" V asked, letting the arm around her shoulders drop to waist. "A drink, for starters, I'm certain?" Jazz A Michaels: "You are irreplaceable," Jasper said, gallantly, sweeping into an entirely overdone bow. "So much so that my conversation revolved completely around you." v speak easy: "A resolute and unwavering need," Vittoria returned, in all seriousness. "It goes better with my costume, and hanging around you I'm more salty wench than burlesque queen!" She grinned, elbowing the DJ. benikisses: "It's a start," she answered him, curving her hip just so into the line of his fingers. "We can discuss further reparations at a more suitable location, drink in hand. You have guests to greet, after all." seekingvalerie: "Oh shut up," She laughed lightly, scrunching up her nose at him. "You have my approval," Valerie winked at her, understanding without Jasper saying a word. "I'll be back in a little bit," what mira sees: "I was just telling our investigator friend to pass along my apologies," Mira said smoothly, as she took the moment to finish off her cocktail and flag for another. Rules were bent for special occasions. what mira sees: "We've unwittingly duplicated eachother. If it's bothered you, I'm sorry." onetimingcameron: "Verily," V ingreed, with a mischevious pat to that curve. He stopped by the bar -- ordering Wednesday's favorite drink up before catching the Surgeon at the Sangria by the shoulder. onetimingcameron: A low whisper was dropped to that good doctor's ear. "There's an obvious flaw in this plan," he hissed. Sobriety. seekingvalerie: "I have to admit, I was jealous. You look much better in it than I do. Just ask him," Valerie grinned at the girl, recognizing her voice. benikisses: Drink in hand, Addams took a delectable sip, as yet undecided whether to continue ignoring the stupid surgeon or not. She settled for simply staying within V's proximity. No need to sully the air with words. brettsarmistice: "What if I like my wenches salty?" The DJ protested with a smirk, though she soon set about resolving that request. It was the first of the night, after all. brettsarmistice: A glance at the other girl's costume set the track -- this time to I don't need a man. what mira sees: Mira -- filing that and the 'approval' comment away -- shook her head. "I won't put him on the spot," she murmured. "Thank you." Lukas J Maradona: The surgeon's gaze slid sloooowly to the side. He chortled, briefly. "Quite. Will it be the first year since you were in diapers that you ring in a birthday sober?" Keeping his voice low, he ignored the hostess. seekingvalerie: Raising her glass to her lips a final time, she downed quickly the remaining contents like a veteran. The empty glass was laid down on the bar. onetimingcameron: "Vices have value," V murmured, his disappointment evident. "I'm vanquished." seekingvalerie: Picking up her purse again, she began to make her way to the door for a hastey exit; Jasper would understand. Jazz A Michaels: Jasper might understand if he knew the reason for abrupt departure! As it was, Poirot stared somewhat confusedly at the retreating back, one eyebrow invisibly aloft. "Bye, then," he said, and shrugged at Mira. Lukas J Maradona: "I'd help you out... but I'm fresh out of syringes and IV drips." The surgeon shrugged, duly unhelpful. Behind the surgical mask, he grinned. onetimingcameron: "Fuck." That one didn't start with a V. benikisses: [is this conversation loud enough for Beni to overhear? >> Lukas J Maradona: "Your vocabulary is in fine form." The surgeon pitched in, also unhelpfully. what mira sees: Mira's eyes followed the girl as she fled -- the spark of concern sincere, despite some of Valerie's comments. "I think it did upset her," mused Minerva, who refused to feel guilty. It had been accidentally done. benikisses: "What on earth are you talking about?" Beni interjected, taking her volumatic cue from the level the guys were yapping at. "You've come to a party to stay sober?" seekingvalerie: Tired and not much in the way of company, thought not in a foul mood for once, the girl made her way out to the sidewalk and pulled out her phone, calling for a driver. Jasper needed his fun; she needed to sleep. Jazz A Michaels: "Everything upsets her, recently." Jasper's reaction seemed unconcerned. He'd check up on Valerie later. "How's your drink doing?" what mira sees: "That depends ... are you an optimist or a pessimist?" Mira asked, waving the half-full glass. Eager to recover the mood she'd pushed herself into past the door, her lips curved into what mira sees: a faintly playful smile -- impish, as it had been. what mira sees: "What did you need her approval for?" Lukas J Maradona: The surgeon eyed the heavily masked V, and lifted a shoulder. "A timely blackout would probably come in handy about now. Just saying." onetimingcameron: "Mask," Cameron reminded Beni, with a swat to ass for eavesdrop and interruption. "I'll get around it," he said. "I'm creative." Jazz A Michaels: "With alcohol, always the pessimist. It helps to be prepared." Saluting her with his own empty scotch glass. "Are you in need?" Jazz A Michaels: "I'm not entirely sure about what she was approving," he added, thoughtfully, over the empty rocks. benikisses: Resisting the uncouth squeak that threatened the Addams stoicness, Wednesday simply took a sip from her drink, and benikisses: swirled it with distinct enjoyment. "Masks come off at midnight," she said. "You can survive until then." what mira sees: "Or why ..." trailed the Roman, as an obvious afterthought. Dark eyes swept over the ridiculous frenchman. "Fortunately," quipped Mira, "I'm an optimist -- and therefore, I don't require a refill." Yet. onetimingcameron: "Do they? Well, I'd best get to those guests then." Jazz A Michaels: Poirot gave a bobbing bow, truly, Jasper must have studied the peculiar little man's habits well, for they were duplicated perfectly. Not that anyone here could appreciate it. He Jazz A Michaels: ordered himself another drink. "She and I have known each other for a long, long time," he said. benikisses: "Tradition," Addams said, and slid her fingers to mesh with his. "Shall we?" onetimingcameron: "Lead the way," he agreed, flexing gloved fingers. Hm. v speak easy: Pleased with the music, Vittoria crossed one leg over the other, revealing a significant length of leg. The dress was slit rather precariously high. v speak easy: "Thank you darling, I promise no more embarrassing requests from me tonight!" benikisses: The surgeon was the recipient of a smile that could lay frost to the tropics, and Wednesday's shapely hips left a slinky path for Vendetta's V to follow. First stop, DJ booth. what mira sees: "I see." Perhaps she did, perhaps she didn't. It explained why he tolerated some of Valerie's comments, perhaps. Tempted to tease him, she censored the next thought, looking mischevious briefly. Jazz A Michaels: "What?" Jasper missed little, attuned as he was to ferretting out secrets. Lukas J Maradona: Like popsicles to a hailstorm, baby. ;] The surgeon was tickled by the girl's efforts, his attentions wandering in the direction of his costume counterpart for the night. Hello, Nurse. what mira sees: "Nothing," Mira replied, mirthful, taking another sip, suddenly a little more cautious about the night's consumption. "Why Poirot?" She asked him, suddenly, the change in topic convenient -- and possibly also amusing. brettsarmistice: "By all means," Brett quipped. "I'm going to go out of my bloody mind without them. Embarass away." v speak easy: "Really? Well. Given the scenery..." She whispered in the pirate's ear. brettsarmistice: "Happy to oblige," the helmsman of the turntables replied with a flash of teeth. Brett was more than game -- next up, Kanye West, Jamie Foxx. The song? Well, I ain't sayin' she a golddigger, unh ... Jazz A Michaels: "Why do you think?" Jasper turned the tables on her with a neat spin of the question mark. He sipped at his scotch. onetimingcameron: Behind the mask, Cameron's lips curled -- safe from observation -- though he was quickly doubly grateful for its cover, upon seeing the ladies at the booth. benikisses: Beni's - or Wednesday's - fingers skittered over the outer edge of the DJ table. "Ladies," she said, the appropriate amount of Doom present in her greeting. "Our guest of honour has finally arrived." what mira sees: "There are certainly other ways to adopt a French accent, monsieur." what mira sees: No part of Mira's French accent required practice; she switched with ease into that language, amusement evident. "I'm not a fan of the mustache." v speak easy: Brett & Vittoria's conversation skittered to a halt at the interruption. Vittoria turned to the purported guest of honor. "Beni, I thought it was supposed to be a surprise!" she laughed. v speak easy: Turning to Vendetta's V, Lady Burlesque offered her hand. "Pleasure to meet you." benikisses: Beni directed V an eyeroll. Staff were excluded, it was hardly Beni's fault if people decided to hang out with the hired help and overheard things they weren't meant to. Besides, who else would Beni be walking with? Honestly. Jazz A Michaels: "Me either," the scientist admitted, carefully putting Poirot out of earshot for the moment of honesty. "But it was necessary for the part. You know who Poirot is, I trust?" onetimingcameron: V, annoyed that his plan had been spoiled somewhat by the cheerleader whose hand held his own took Lady Burlesque's with his free one, lifting it to the lips of the mask. Gesture mattered. onetimingcameron: "Verily -- vices do have values," he murmured, bemused. "Excusing the violation of volition in this visitation, I must say the visage is positively vivified with your virtues, madam. Might I have a name?" benikisses: Okay, enough with the V's. Beni allowed her hand to slip out of his - he'd need it for greeting, surely! - and mentally took apart a few outfits in her head. With claws. v speak easy: "V for Vittoria. Though tonight, I am Lady Burlesque." A pleased smiled spread across scarlet lips.