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( open ) surrender all your dreams to me tonight

Who: Loki Odinson

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What: Fancy Opening Night
When: May 11th
Where: The Opherium, Central City
Content Warnings: n/a

( i. grand opening — mingle and drinks )

[ welcome to the opherium. open to all metas, provided you’re up to the dress code. so make sure you’re dressed to the gills with your fanciest clothes or you might just be asked to leave. you’re ushered into a grand hall. there are appetizers like shrimp cocktails and little quiches placed on large tables for you to nibble on and champagne glasses being passed around by waiters. located in the middle is a large chocolate fountain for all you dessert lovers (loki. it’s for loki). grab yourself a drink and go hit up a familiar face. ]

( ii. dance dance )

[ and of course, once the mingling and networking is done, the staff come to clear the chairs away and leave plenty of room on the dance floor. the lights go dim, casting soft shadows against the wall. slow waltzes begin to filter through the hall as gently encouragement to go find a partner, maybe hold them close, enjoy a little . . . company and more.

or maybe you just want an excuse to step on someone’s foot. equally valid. in fact, there might be a little magic in the air that tugs you towards someone you want to be with . . . ]

( iii. star gazing )

[ the party is winding down. maybe you’re ready to go back. curl up on bed after a late night with drinks and dancing. or perhaps you’re feeling a touch of wistfulness, a need to seclude yourself after all that jazz. consider then, finding yourself a nice quiet corner on the upper levels of the theatre, where there are some nice balconies for you to collect yourself.

and there are always the stars to keep you company. ]

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[ as the host of the evening, loki is by the entrance making rounds to greet everyone with a charming smile and a rakish look in his eyes, dressed to the hilt for his event.

later, he can be found by the chocolate fountain, eyes wide in wonder or by the balcony late into the night, watching the people leave with a wistful smile. ]

[ Having dressed in a simple, smart suit for the occasion, set off only by his horned helm, Loki seeks out the host with a flute of champagne once it appears his counterpart has a moment alone on the balcony. ]

There you are.

[ in years past, billy was a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy, then a goth-lite thrift store shopper, but after marriage and some time spent proving himself to his husband's people, billy has finally learned how to dress himself. normally, this means slightly witchy fashions, leaning into the title because he isn't the court magical authority for nothing, but tonight he goes for glam.

he's needed the distraction. he loves his friends and he's glad he's not alone here, but it's just not been the same, obviously. and with recent events being what they've been, he's.. really struggled with his depression. it hasn't been this bad in a couple of years, and he very much would like to not worry anyone, so. here he is, and it's nice, really. he's impressed that loki's already managed something like this when he hasn't been there that long. goes to show what a thousands-plus year old god can do when he sets his mind to it, he supposes, and it.. suits him, he thinks? he doesn't know this one very well yet, but in his experience so far, lokis seem to enjoy drama, so a theatre seems like a natural fit.

throughout the night, billy can be found drinking slightly more than he probably should be. he's kind of a lightweight, so it's not long before he's a little tipsy and thus more prone to affection with people he's acquainted with.

he knows he shouldn't drink on an empty stomach, so he also checks out the food, and might be inquiring to see if any of it's kosher. he tends to play it a little fast and loose with his religion--space isn't known for its terran religious practices--but, you know, when he can eat like he's supposed to, he prefers to do so.

once he's tipsy enough, he might even be willing to approach someone--anyone, really--to dance, flushed pink and smiling even if he doesn't know them. just be careful, he's not incredibly graceful even when he's not drinking.

and as things are winding down, he definitely takes some quiet time, out on a balcony as he sobers up. he leans against the balustrade, red velvet coat draped over it next to him, dainty multicolored stars winking into and out of existence around him as he stares out into the evening. he's probably not even aware he's doing it, really. ]

[ A flick of a wrist and he steals Billy's hand from the partner he shoulders out of the dance, taking their place so smoothly they stumble backwards in confusion for a few moments while Loki whisks Billy away in his arms without missing a step. ]

Looked like you needed saving from two severely left feet.

[ It's been wonderful having Peter back and, it's true, Loki finds it difficult to think outside of his own pleasure once he's happy. It feels a little like all the time he spent bothering Billy has been halved, if not more, and although Kate has joined them he feels a little guilty spending so often with his lover, so cutting in during Billy's dance with another is a necessary segue-way for Loki to deliver more of that (so far lacking) attention.

He smiles down at him as they dance, gaze flicking over the red ensemble Billy wears. ]

Very flashy, Master Kaplan-Altman.

[Jason almost didn't come tonight. He had never been very comfortable with fancy parties, and it wasn't just because of the suits he would have to wear. These types of parties were always full of elitists who looked down at anyone who wasn't in the same income bracket as them.

But ultimately, Jason decided to give this one a shot. For the last two weeks he had to been trying to get to know Central City and understand how the place works. Much of it was like Gotham. So far, he had learned some things, met some people, and has even gotten an under-the-table day job as a mechanic at Fix-It All-Tow.

But Jason knew that if he really wanted to understand the city, he would have to dip his toes into all sorts of places. He couldn't just stick to the streets. So, he decided to take his chances with the Opherium after hearing about it. Plus, it's an opportunity to observe other metas.

Worst comes to worst, he could always just quietly slip away if he found the place unbearable.

The day of the party Jason was able to find a fairly decent suit (sans mask and umbrella) at a thrift store. The sleeves could be longer and there's a little too much space in the shoulders of the jacket but for this party, Jason thinks it's enough.]

Grand opening — mingle and drinks

[Jason's helping himself to some appetizers and is off to the side, little aways from the bulk of the crowd. He doesn't think he'll recognize most people tonight. In fact, probably no one.

Then again, on the first day he was literally dropped into this alternate Earth, there were already a couple of people who recognized him but not vice versa. So who knows?]

Star gazing

[Jason almost finds it miraculous he lasted as long as he did tonight. But now he needed some air. A balcony is a good spot for him. It's a clear night too. He's just looking up at the stars and looking contemplative]

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Edited 2022-05-11 16:33 (UTC)

1.0 DANCING

( look, clint's more than willing to dress up (even if he doesn't much care for it) but getting him to dance?

that's not something he's going to be accomplished easily. he doesn't even know why he's here since he hasn't been in the mood for any kind of party for awhile now but he's here. it's something to so he's here.

and he's going to do an excellent job of holding up the wall, drink in hand, all night if he can. his feet were not made for dancing. )

2.0 STARGAZING

( this is a little more his speed. it's quiet, it's not as crowded and it gives him some time to get his head together. not that that's been a great place for him to be these last few weeks but it's been a prison of his own choosing.

still, tries to banish those thoughts for a little while, peering up at the sky and closing his eyes. he rubs at the back of his neck, feeling knots that refuse to go away. he rolls his shoulders and sighs before opening his eyes back up.

he points up at the sky and idly connects the dots with a few stars. )

3.0 WILDCARD

( for anything else off the beaten path. )

[Cassandra's never been one to fully enjoy parties, too many people, too much everything. Still, it's a good way to get to know those around her and learn more about the others brought to this world.

She still doesn't know much about the cost of a dollar, but her fashion sense has expanded over the years to where she can pick out a dresswithout someone else's input.

She'll either be convincing someone to get her a non-alcoholic drink or carrying around a full champagne flute until she finds a place to set it down. Alcohol goes straight to her head, after all. Chocolate on the other hand... When not getting a read on the people at the party, Cass can be found feeding her sweet tooth. It's one small indulgence she will allow herself.

The other indulgence? Dancing. Dancing has always been a favorite activity of hers, it doesn't matter if she's just watching or moving around the dance floor. What better way to watch others? She'll happily approach anyone who looks like they need rescue or are too shy to step out on their own.

Of course, it doesn't take long for her to finally need a place to run and get away from the crowd. While she'd prefer a quiet rooftop, a not so private balcony works just as well.]

[Cassisn't surprised to find someone else outside when she makes a break for it. She's not even surprised it's one of her brothers. Still, she has to remember that this Jason doesn't know her beyond their time underground. He won't recognize her like this.

It's unlikely he'd appreciate her just showing up behind him either which is why she makes a show of it as she steps into the night air.]

Hello little brother.

[Let's see if he can translate that.]

[ The glass door of the balcony clicks shut behind him, lights from inside bouncing warmly off his horns onto the chilly concrete; were it not for Loki's helm, his suit would leave him looking like a normal guy.

He hesitates after noticing the other person on the balcony, champagne sloshing from his glass. ]

Ah, apologies. I didn't know this metaphorical hidey-hole was taken.

There's room for more than me.

( he doesn't even look back as he says it, keeping his eyes up on the stars for a moment longer before sighing and clearing his throat. )

Not up for anymore dancing and prancing inside?

[ Slurring his words a little, his Asgardian ~~font lol~~ accent thickens with a chuckle. ]

I think I'm all danced out, at least for the next fifteen minutes while I digest some sobering breadsticks. [ Loki hangs his elbows on the balcony, swirling his drink, and tilts a look at the stranger. ] Be my partner for a while.

( it's hard enough trying to get accustomed to a new place in a new world with a bunch of new people all dressed in fancy clothes. seriously, everyone looks so cool, but eddie's never considered himself to be among the fancy crowd. he's more of a ripped jeans and t-shirt kind of guy... but he's trying.

mixing and mingling is hard, though, when his alien body-roommate is all 'LET'S EAT THIS GUY! LET'S EAT THAT GUY! LET'S EAT THAT LADY AND STEAL HER DRESS FOR OURSELVES! IT WILL LOOK BETTER ON US, EDDIE,' which is why, in the middle of the night, eddie is hustling over to the snacks table at 99MPH and grabbing chocolate by the handful.

Eat a snickers, man. You're not you when you're hungry.

venom is scarfing them down from his shoulder, which is great because when he's eating chocolate he's not eating people. and since it seems like cass has caught them in their chocolate rush, eddie gives an awkward wave shrugs before trying to speak. )

You, uh... You liking the party?

( pros of coming pre-packaged with an alien with next to no knowledge of earth customs: he's more than willing to do the socializing for you. naturally, the con side of that is, since the two of them share a body, socializing occurs whether or not eddie wants it to.

and eddie really doesn't want it to.

he can be social enough at events like this when he needs to be. when he's interviewing people, or scoping out stories, he feels at ease. but being here as a guest feels... strange. which is why he's holding up the opposite wall, watching the crowd like he's waiting for a story to jump out at him.

which doesn't work for venom.

THIS IS A PARTY, EDDIE. WE SHOULD BE PARTYING!
We are partying.
YOU ARE BAD AT PARTYING.
Not true.
SEE, HIM?
GO PARTY WITH THAT MAN.
HE IS A LONELY LOSER, LIKE YOU.
Harsh?
HE IS DOING NOTHING! HE IS ALSO A TERRIBLE PARTIER.
WE WILL HELP.

venom grins in his ear before shooting his tendrils across the room, landing on the wall above clint, and sling-shooting them forward at what has to be an illegal and alarming speed. )

Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God—

( eddie's bracing for impact, covering his face, because he's thinking he might just flatten this poor man. but, ever the physics genius, venom manages to slow them down before they actually crush anyone. they're just really, really, really close to this guy, all face-to-face, and crushing might have been preferable because this is AWKWARD. )

Uh, h— hey...

[ Throughout the night there is either a man dressed very well or a woman in a simple, elegant dress, never seen at the same time but both wearing the same golden, horned helm and sporting black lipstick and smokey eyeshadow, looking like twins of each other. It's rather lowkey for Loki but they are still riding the high of having their lover returned to them, so showing off isn't their priority (for once).

They can be found sipping champagne in conversation, easily coaxed onto the dancefloor, or lounging on the balcony under the stars when not inside. ]

I must have missed the breadsticks.

( too bad they weren't mozzarella sticks. then this would have been an even better party.

clint's eyebrows up a bit at loki's suggestion and he tilts his head. )

What do I gotta do to be your partner out here? Keep standing where I am and make sure you don't go over the ledge?

( well.

it's not easy to catch clint off guard but eddie's managed it. one minute he'd been standing alone and the next, eddie was right there so close that he's pretty sure that eddie's gonna be able to smell his cologne or see where he'd shaved and nicked himself.

he swallows, eyebrows up, but doesn't make to move away just yet. mostly because he really can't. )

Hey. ( great greeting by the both of them, right? ) You okay?

[ it's done so smoothly that billy almost doesn't know what's happened until he's being waltzed across the floor with loki's cool hand in his. he blinks, but then laughs, delighted and a little embarrassed. ] He's not the only one. [ he's only barely remembering the steps as they go, and he knows as the night progresses, his coordination will probably suffer.

he smooths his own palm down loki's lapel, brushing away dust that doesn't exist, smile softening into pleasant fondness. ] It's not the sort of thing I usually wear, but I thought, you know, why not? [ it's not that he minds being flashy, really, especially if the suit he wears as wiccan is anything to go by, but it's not the same kind of flashiness. this isn't wiccan or emperor hulkling's husband or the demiurge or any of that. ]

I'm surprised you're not wearing any green. You look very handsome, though. [ he cranes his head back over his shoulder, nearly stumbling over his own feet as he does so. ] Is Peter here? I didn't see you guys come in. [ he turns back to loki, brows arching questioningly, then wagging a little. ] Is he wearing a matching suit? He's almost as leggy as you are, I'll bet good tailoring is hot on him.

Yeah? Yeah. Real... good.

...

You try the veal?

( ...
THIS IS AGONIZING.
ENOUGH WITH THE SMALL TALK!

venom, please, they've said like two words to each other. )

[ Chuckling, he gives Billy's suit a nod. ]

That velvet makes you look like a plush that all the boys want to squeeze.

[ Waggling his brows back! Take that. He smoothly takes him through the steps a little slower, letting Billy keep up as Loki leads. ]

Everyone expects me to wear green. You expect it. Why give you what you want? And he is here, yes, [ glancing around idly, ] but dating me is a big red flag for his secret identity to be blown since I've blabbed to all and sundry which superhero I'm with, so he's wearing an illusioned face-voice combo tonight.

I was going to say hurl but that would be a good start.

[ Dangling his champagne between a thumb and forefinger ... ! ]

How is the party treating you? Catch the eye of a hottie? Arrive with one?

[At one time, Cass had learned not to stare at people, since arriving here she's returned to the habit as she meets others. It makes a small bit of sense given all that she's reading off people, not just their normal movements but the added touch of their meta powers.

She nearly drops her strawberry in the fountain watching Eddie.]

No one has died, so it's good so far.

[ he rolls his eyes at the teasing compliment, but at this point, he's sort of getting used to it, so at least he doesn't blush. no more than he's already alcohol-flushed, anyway. ]

Because green looks good on you. [ green and gold and black are definitely loki's best colors. they look.. rich, verdant. a little mysterious. and obviously they look good with his pretty green eyes. ] The black does make you look sober and a little dangerous, though. [ not that he wouldn't be dangerous in baby pink, but it's a vibe.

that's a good point about peter, though, and he's not sure why it didn't occur to him before. maybe because billy himself hasn't been secretive about his identity in years, and neither has teddy. there's a lot of freedom in that. ] Oh, [ he sighs a little wistfully. ] That's a shame. [ it would be nice for peter to just be able to be himself here with loki, but.. ] Tell him to save me a dance? I figure his spider-thing won't let me step on his toes or anything.

...Do people die often at the parties you usually go to?

( this is casual. conversational.

venom turns his eyes to look at her, but isn't so absorbed by her presence that he bothers to stop eating. )

A lot of things would look good on me but I don't wear them for the fun of it.

[ Parse that, Billy's tipsy brain! ]

I'll tell him to save you a dance. I should probably tell him to let you know who he is, he looks like a bland Hollywood-type tonight. Scruffy jaw and slicked hair. His eyes are the same, though. [ Loki strategically forgot to change those. ] What time will you be home this evening, you dirty little stop-out?

Not usually.

[This is a conversation with Cass. Totally casual. Totally normal. And then she remembers to put some effort into being normal with others. Her eyes move off the symbiote to focus fully on Eddie.]

I was just making a joke. You know. Worst case.

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( open ) surrender all your dreams to me tonight

loki odinson | mcu | ota

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billy kaplan-altman ( 616 )

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Jason Todd | DC Animated Movies | OTA

clint barton | mcu

Cassandra Cain-Wayne | DC Comics| ota

star gazing

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chocolate!!!!

a dance????

( ota ) loki, 616

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i'm laughing my ass off

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venom is being a bro !!

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