[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

[tapetumlucidum]

What she gives in return is a raised brow and drink, an idle acknowledgement as she looks the guy over. Definitely more suited to this environment than many of the others here. Human, but there must be a willingness to act as the Deer-Headed Man desires in him regardless. Which is interesting, in its own way.

[still_got_the_edge]

"Evening," he says by way of greeting, raising his voice just enough to carry. "At least, I'm pretty sure it's evening."

[tapetumlucidum]

"Hard to say, cooped up in here." Frankly she'd rather be outside than in digs like this, she's got used to living on the rougher side and there's a comfort in the familiarity, but here they are. "But this is the sort of place that feels like evening no matter what time it really is, so I suppose it's neither here nor there."

That's her association with casinos, at least.

[still_got_the_edge]

Neither here nor there in more ways than one, if his guess is right. But until he can confirm that they're in something like a vest-pocket dimension, he's keeping that guess to himself.

"Casinos are like that," he agrees. "I have to say, comfortable as the lounge is, I'm looking forward to getting out of it for the main event."

[tapetumlucidum]

"I would rather like to stretch my legs," Julia says whilst kicking one of her legs out, then hooking it over the other as she supports her weight with the wall. "Hope our host's put as much work into his hunting ground as he has the fancy waiting room. Be a shame if the ball gets dropped on the fun part."

[still_got_the_edge]

"Oh, I suspect he has." Lightly, carelessly. "He strikes me as a man who wouldn't be satisfied with anything less than impressive."

And he knows that feeling, oh yes.

[tapetumlucidum]

Julia's head cocks a touch and she makes a 'hm' noise in the back of her throat. "Then I guess it depends on his idea of impressive," she says, before raising her drink to her lips again.

[still_got_the_edge]

"Good point." Not quite a frown, but it does seem this hasn't occurred to him. "I suppose you can't tell a man's taste in hunting grounds just from seeing his VIP lounge."

[tapetumlucidum]

"Exactly. Don't get me wrong, I'll adapt—I've Hunted in all sorts of places, right the way across America, even," yes, despite the very obvious English accent, "—but even so."

[still_got_the_edge]

"Ah." He nods, smiling. "Professionally, or are you more of a dedicated enthusiast?"

Though one could easily be both.

[tapetumlucidum]

"Well, we don't get paid or anything like that." Far from it, they really are totally off the grid. "So, sure, you could say 'dedicated enthusiast'. But we've got our reasons. There's a lot of things out there need killing."

[still_got_the_edge]

Need killing. Isn't that a revealing turn of phrase. More like the Canmores, then, less like other hunters of his acquaintance.

"Well." Cheerful. "I wish you luck against whatever it is that needs killing here."