[OPEN] Back door cracked, we don't need a key -

[makingitwayne]

Who| Bruce Wayne and YOU!

What| Party at Wayne Manor! Free drinks, free food, and lots and lots of music.

Where| Wayne Manor

When| Just after the beginning of the Arena.

Warnings| None yet, though Bruce can get a little grim sometimes.

Ah, another Arena had begun.

That meant all the streets were filled with people bustling around for the latest news, glued to screens, gossiping and placing their bets on who was going to come away from the whole thing a Victor. There were hundreds of people trying to have viewing parties, enthusiastically dressing up in costumes, squealing over food and drink over every little tiny development in the lives of the Tributes. So many parties, it took over the top extravagance to get people to even glance your way.

In other words, it was Bruce Wayne's favorite time to invite the entire Capitol to his house for the evening.

The manor's great room was decorated as festively as ever, black lights shining and making everyone's clothes and teeth pop. The food that was laid out was engineered to glow as well, the drink looking like something radioactive and dangerous where it sat on the trays. Loud music pumped through the building - partly to encourage dance, but also partly to help drown out the one small sitting area that had a screen set out with the Arena feed on it. It wasn't a secret at all the Bruce hated the Games, but he had learned to have at least one means of keeping track of them at his parties. Half of it was courtesy for his guests. The other half was for his own reasons.

The man of the hour himself was flitting from one guest to the next, drink in hand, his black, glittering suit splattered haphazardly with bright splotches of glowing yellow paint. The bright yellow streak laid into his black hair also proved itself within the theme of the evening - it lit up just as well as the paint on his suit and the makeup that lined his eyes and lips.

When asked why he wanted to have a neon black light party, he just laughed, shrugging. "I like the dark. Makes everything else seem brighter, doesn't it?"

As high profile as he was, he made one thing very clear - he was more than willing to be approached for conversation, and he was more than willing to approach you if you didn't get to him first.

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[president_evil]

He smiled, a shark's grin of even white teeth.

"I know what men can do." Man had crafted T, had unleashed it upon his world -- had made themselves new, for better or, more commonly, for worse. "But it is rather superfluous in the face of beings that turn men inside out with the power of their minds."

That could raise the dead, that could bring millions to their knees, with a few drops of blood.