[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

[still_got_the_edge]

Oh, this is not what he came here for.

Xanatos eyes the tree at the bar with an abrupt lack of expression, straightening a little in his seat. The alienness of this being is unnerving; its subtle familiarity is, if anything, more so.

[oberlord]

For a while, the tree... shifts unnervingly, but makes no gesture towards Xanatos aside from a growing, burning sense of being watched. Not that there are any eyes to particularly discern.

Unless you count the twisted burl that forms, then inverts into a hollow, to stare back at him.

[still_got_the_edge]

For a long moment he just keeps his gaze on that dark hollow.

"You remind me of someone," he says after a moment, conversationally and only a little tightly, "but I don't think you're him."

[oberlord]

Creaking, distant, humming, like the bellowing of metal in a warehouse: "Then thy business be not mine. Turn your face, mortal thing."

[still_got_the_edge]

In much the same tone as before: "Happy to oblige you."

It's ... more difficult than he likes, to look away. He'd be a lot happier if he could keep a camera on that thing. With someone he trusts behind it.