[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]

"David Xanatos," he says, and remembers in time not to offer a handshake.

He watches those flickering eyes, and decides to see for himself how this plays out.

[tailorcries]

This is now just fully a staring contest, with Puck standing motionless maintaining direct eye contact with Xanatos.

His tongue darts out to lick at his own frog-like eye.

[still_got_the_edge]

All right. Okay, a staring contest he can handle, no trouble, let's just see how thiOH SWEET JESUS.

He doesn't say that last part out loud, but he definitely does lose his poker face in suppressing the full-body recoil.

[tailorcries]

There we go- Puck barks a laugh and tries to take advantage of the moment to steal the glass entirely, an arm reaching out to wrap a tentacle around the glass as the rest of him schloops into guise of an octopus. Even if he isn't successful in his theft, he fully intends to give this fellow a merry chase, should he try to pursue. Did you know an octopus can fit into any space where their beak can fit? Good luck removing him from whatever glass or bottle he finds to squeeze into at the bar.

[still_got_the_edge]

...

You know what, the Puck (or whoever the Puck he is) can have this one. David's just gonna ... order a fresh drink.

And find a chair that he's damn sure is a chair.

Aaand wrap!

[tailorcries]

Puck spends the rest of the curled up in one of the mixing glasses under the bar, waiting to be found, giggling to himself.

Eventually he gets bored and forgets why he was hiding and slinks off to menace someone else.