All right, let the costume party commence ...

[apocalypsos]

*incoherent rambling and pointing in the direction of the bar*

(Subtitle: Drinks are at the bar. Bitten-open cans of snacks are on the tables. Please try not to throw up on my shoes. :))

*babbles happily and wanders off*

(OOC: *snerk* Well, I had to play her eventually, right? ;))

Comments

[elessar.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I think you should write your own version of the events. It would be *far* more interesting.

One dosage and they see their worst fears come into being. If it goes untreated, they go insane for eternity

[musyc]

Oh, I agree. It would be glorious to finally have MY side of the story available.

Really, now? Sounds like a portable (or potable) version of Azkaban. Wouldn't mind that for Potter.

[elessar.livejournal.com]

Yes, I would certainly pay for it, and I'm sure many others would, too.

Ah yes, I guess you could consider Arkham to be a lot like Azkaban. Except minus the magic.

[musyc]

*preens, buffs nails on robes*

No magic? Then where's the point? Arkham must be very ordinary.

[elessar.livejournal.com]

*fixes his glasses*

Well, ordinary for your world, perhaps, but it's certainly not ordinary for your...what is that word...Muggle? Yes, Muggle world.

[musyc]

*refills drink, waves bottle in direction* 's good stuff. Care for a glass?

Well, Muggles. What can you expect from them?

[elessar.livejournal.com]

Sure, d'you have another glass, or should I get my own?

Apparently not much.

[musyc]

*flicks wand towards bar* Accio glass!

*smugly watches glass float over*

Of course I have another.

[elessar.livejournal.com]

Wicked! And all this time I was just playing along...

*Takes glass*

Why, thank you.

[musyc]

You should learn to take a Malfoy at his word. If we commit to something, we do it.

*eyebrows*

[elessar.livejournal.com]

I suppose so, I just thought the books were a work of fiction. Now, I know they aren't.

[musyc]

Ah. Thought I was a good candidate for your asylum, did you? Wandered in off the street, rambling to myself and muttering about werewolves?

No, no. Just accidently tripped over a Portkey and found myself in this party. *peers around at other guests* Seems I'm not even the only wizard person here. *gestures at old woman dressed in all black*

[elessar.livejournal.com]

Well, it would have appeared that way. *glances at the old woman* Oh, her? And I thought she was one of those cat ladies. Hah, who would have thought?

[musyc]

*waves wand over glass, watches as the firewhiskey turns to something a bit stronger*

Well, I would have. Wizards can identify their own kind, you know. Though I've never seen her in my area. Must not be a local.

[elessar.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not a wizard, now, am I? If I were, I wouldn't be stuck in Gotham right now. *clenches fist* But what can I complain of? I'm lucky to be prince of Arkham.

[musyc]

Stuck in Gotham? Surely someone with a demonstrated intellect such as yours could discover a way out.

[musyc]

*watches as an owl flies overhead, drops a letter on the table, flies out*

*reads letter, sits bolt upright and starts gathering things feverishly*

Um. Must go. Seems I've been caught out of bed after hours lost track of time. Pleasure to meet you, nice chat, all that business.

*runs off*