And let the costume party commence ...

[apocalypsos]

*glares at all of you*

If you're expecting a happy, shiny hostess, you're all out of your goddamn minds. Bar is in the back. Pool table's to your left. Jukebox is to the right. And if any of you pull anything, I swear I'll shove the closest weapon so far up your ass, you'll think you swallowed an armory.

Like you're not all dead already anyway.

*grabs a bottle of tequila*

*heads off with gun in hand to watch the door for suspicious characters gunning for my son*

Comments

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Ah. firearms. How remarkably droll.

If one of you would bring me a glass of red wine, it would be appreciated.

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

Merlot all right for you?

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

It will serve. And you would be?

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

Sara Sidle. And apparently, your waitress for the moment. *brings over a glass of Merlot and another bottle of vodka*

Yourself, sir?

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Erik Lensherr.

This wine is... tolerable.

Have you any idea of the reason for this party?

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

The scary chick left the front door open with a FREE BOOZE sign outside. *shrug*

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

A good enough occasion, I suppose. And certainly there are many - interesting people in attendance.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

*calls over from the pool table while Ed and Roy are busy bickering* You've got NO idea, old man!

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Pool.

I knew a young man once - painfully foolish, but remarkably talented. I never knew him to lose a single game of pool.

But that is no matter. Are you even old enough to be drinking, under this country's laws, boy?

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

*sniffs, vaguely offended* That's Superboy. An' I'm not drinkin'! (Yet.)

See, I could have a bitchin' winning streak at pool if I wanted, too, but people tend to get a leetle bit offended if they find out you cheat, you know? Not my fault I was.. uhh.. born-ish this way!

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

One might be tempted to suggest that the child doth protest too much.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Dude. *just points at the big ginormous primary-color-arific 'S' on his chest*

[drewbeartx.livejournal.com]

::hears the name::
::stares suspiciously::

Magneto? I'm... surprised to see you here. This is an "unofficial" trip, I hope?

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

I am sorry, have we met?

[drewbeartx.livejournal.com]

You *are* Erik Lensherr, also known as Magneto, the Master of Magnetism, aren't you?

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

The 'Master of Magnetism' appendage is unfamiliar, if vaguely accurate. But otherwise, yes. And you are?

[musyc]

You should always be familiar with your appendages, mate. Doesn't do to let them take a cruise without you. *leans in and whispers* Scurvy. *nod*

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

And what...

No, it is no matter.

I think I shall take my leave of you. Good night, sir.

[drewbeartx.livejournal.com]

I do believe that there is a stock of limes, lemons and oranges in the mini-fridge under the bar. ...Pardon, in the icebox under the bar. Feel free to use some to flavor your drinks.

[musyc]

Wonderful. You're quite a helpful ... blue ... person. Yes. *stares at drink* DAMN good rum.

[drewbeartx.livejournal.com]

You don't kn.....

Ah. It appears that at least one of us is no longer in his correct timeline. While such... sidetrips may not be familiar to you yet they occur with distressing frequency in my home reality.

With my apologies, allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Dr. Henry McCoy, but most call me "Beast".

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Henry McCoy? I had a student by that name once, but he bore no resemblance to you. A coincidence, I do not doubt.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

You stole my hat.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

*whispers towards Magneto* Call him 'boy', I wanna see what he does and I'm not nearly old enough to get away with it.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Does it matter? He looks as old as someone's grandfather, anyway.