[Special Test Drive] Villain's Lounge

[pumpkinhollow]

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You find yourself in a lounge.

You're not sure how you got here, or when you got here. The phrase "pulled from the mouth of Hell" springs to mind, unbidden. Assuming you have hands, there's a drink in one of them. A drink you like. If not, then perhaps something else will strike your fancy. Some lavish treat that is to your tastes. Someone has spared no expense making you comfortable.

"I'm so glad you all could make it," croons the Deer-Headed Man. He wears a business suit and carries a cane. You know him. He offered you something, shook your hand (or whatever you have) and promised you exactly what you wanted. All you had to do was "what you do best..."

"The casino will be open to the public before too long, and we'll begin assigning you prey," the Deer-Headed Man continues. "But for now, please enjoy this VIP lounge. I'd love it if you all took the chance to mingle, get to know each other. The bar is open, as is the kitchen. Anything you want is on my tab. I've got a lot to do, but I'll try to swing by later to answer any questions."

He disappears, leaving you and a strange collection of... colleagues, ostensibly, alone in the lounge. Deep blue plush furniture. Wood stained a deep black and polished expertly. Gold trim tastefully slipped in where appropriate. This place is classy. And you have the run of it.

What will you do?

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[ The Villain's Lounge is a special test drive meme for guest villains for our Halloween Special. You do not have to apply officially to test drive, but you must apply officially in order to participate in the Special. Applications are due October 1st and can be done here. This is just an opportunity to test and practice! Have fun, and stay spooky! ]

Comments

Max Jagerman, 18

[whowillprayforyou]

There is a young man not too far away, holding a cheap beer and leering with suspicion. This dude is so fancy, and like... vintage. But also off-putting.

"Are you like a Dracula or something?"

Truly, he is a poet.

[still_got_the_edge]

His brows go up, and he smiles -- affable, and carefully not condescending or overly amused.

"Not at all. I'm as -- well, I'd say I'm as human as the next man, but I don't want to make assumptions about anyone else here."

[whowillprayforyou]

"Huh." Max considers this, then shrugs. "Guess I figured everyone around here had something weird goin' on. Ya know, for the part where we're suppose to kill people. I think there's wizards and shit around here, so."

He tilts his head with interest, as if trying to decide something. "So what, you're just like a regular murderer then? Axes or something?"

[still_got_the_edge]

Easily: "Oh, I wouldn't say murderer." (Though some certainly have.) "I'm just a man with certain skills at combat, who likes to practice them occasionally. And you?"

If he figures everyone around here has something weird going on, then odds are good he's including himself in that.