five | [Location: Levi's Mansion] | got my boots on, the right amount of leather

[levilup.livejournal.com]

New Years Eve.

Levi is ready, decked out in his party suit, and a lot of makeup. He's just finished his preparations, and he's sitting in his living room, waiting patiently for Cordelia to arrive, and then the guests. Of course, the party isn't taking place in his living room. That's much too small for such a large event.

He's having a party in his basement.

His basement is huge, and he's decked it out in lights and such that he's hatched. All of it has a New Years theme, somehow; Levi's good at throwing parties, he knows how to decorate. The room is basically like a nightclub. It's dark, but clear of most beams and supports; there are couches and chairs, and a bar to the far end, stocked with just about every type of alcohol imaginable (as well as a few different types of blood). Here and there, there's potted plants and trees in clumps, as well as a giant throne, surrounded by those plants, further along on the back wall. There's also a large stage towards the middle, with a dancing space out in front of it. And right above the stage is a giant clock, which Levi had set up earlier for the countdown later that night.

As for music, he's got a whole playlist, just waiting to be started. It's a huge mix of things, from pop-y dance music to slow songs for the couples. There's a few setlists, of sorts, pinned to the walls and the bar.

It's about ten minutes before the party arrives, and Levi is waiting impatiently.



[[ooc: Vaguely organized planning post here! If there's a song you suggested and you want it to be played, it will be. Just handwave it. So yes! Have fun. :D

EDIT: Subthread labeled for the countdown to midnight is up! Grab your date and tag there for kissy tiemz. :3]

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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Yes, there was certainly an element of the bizarre to this scenario. The two of them weren't exactly the same, to anyone who paid enough attention, of course. Other than body language, human!Buffy was a few years older, and it showed, however subtly. Then of course there was the fashion sense, but even then the resemblance was beyond uncanny, mirror-like.

Casting an apparently-but-not casual glance at the crowds around them, and affecting an air of indifference, though her whole body was tense, she replied, coolly: "It's a party. It'd be a shame to lower the tone, don't you think?"

...Because no way in hell did she want to throw down with her other self in the midst of all these people. There was a time and a place, but this certainly wasn't it.

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

They? Cordelia raised a brow at Buffy. She would've expected the Slayer to get that she was, in fact, referring to Captain McHotHot, but well... maybe not. Was she having a blond moment or what?

"Uh--" The question kinda threw her off guard, as well. Cordelia looked around them - spotted Angel a few feet away - and returned her gaze to the girl in front of her. "Oh, you know, just... stuff. Trying to... uh, help Angel deal with his exploits as Angelus." A beat before saying, "You saw that, didn't you."

[fangy-summers.livejournal.com]

The other Buffy followed her living counterpart's gaze, but responded with a single note of amusement dark enough to have almost melted into a chuckle, had the compulsion been there.

Ah, the nostalgia of wanting to save lives...

Oh, the leverage of using that.

"Quite the change in tone." She was studying the other Slayer. The live one. Under no illusions that the reverse was not happening at exactly the same time. "And, wow... Quite the dilemma, too. Dawn around? Haven't had the opportunity to catch up with my little blood-relative yet..."

[fangy-summers.livejournal.com]

Head waved by forehead in a 'pffft, don't worry' motion.

"Had a lot to deal with, lately... Old boyfriends turning evil, yada-yada-yada - just like you say! Should I even get migraines, at my age?"

Moving in close, Buffy decided to make away from the door. A momentary glance spared for Angel, before flickering to her... Friend.

"Then there's that other version of me running around. What's all that about, huh? I mean, God... Imagine if there's an undead version of you and someone brought her here."

Which she could. It just required her death, that was all...

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Oh god, of course. Other vamp!Buffy - whose existence Cordelia had almost totally forgotten, what with the whole Angel thing, Levi getting attacked by Mr. toady of darkness, and this party--

"If ever there's an undead version of me around? Oh, I bet there will definitely be a hunting - accompanied with much killing of her! One place can never have two mes, after all. It'll totally implode." She chuckled at that. "Must be extremely freaky for you, huh. God - where did she even come from, anyway? Elm freakin' Street?"

[dexmcduff.livejournal.com]

When Dexter said that he was staying far away from the New Year's party in the vampire basement... well, it was a lie. The change of heart probably came from the dawning realisation that if a bunch of other people were going, he was doomed to spend the countdown surrounded by creepy pod people. At least the vampireness of the evening would have that vampire-slayers-are-present buffer.

So.

Dexter makes it down to the basement after a long and nervous trek (almost tripping a few times on the way down, wonderful), not extremely dressed up (think this (http://i45.tinypic.com/2jcexcw.png) without the manbag), but A for effort. Once inside, he kind of glances around at all the people, scoping out the ones he knows aren't of the bloodsucking variety. Oh, Dexter. You go to a party with vampires, you're going to end up mingling with vampires.

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

Toby had had no intention of coming to this party, had planned weeks ago to spend New Year's Eve with Olivia and the Winchesters. But now Olivia is gone, and Dean seems to be himself again, and for the first time in recent memory, Toby just wants to hang out and get drunk. And when Toby actually wants to get inebriated, it's a big deal.

It gets kind of hard to block out thoughts when you're half in the bag.

He slips inside as discreetly as possible, wearing the good old clubbing-in-Toronto attire - a blue shirt, sleeves rolled up, and jeans - , and unintentionally looking less than cheerful. The room is loud with voices and thoughts, but the music is doing a good job of blocking out both. If he's lucky, he won't overhear much unless he's really trying.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

The mention of Dawn got what was probably the desired flicker of anger from Buffy, the line of her jaw suddenly quite set, her eyes cold as she studied her vampiric self right back. It was surreal, listening to threats coming from her own mouth-- was that what she could become? All it took was one good day, as Spike had told her all those years ago. Now wasn't the time for being introspective however, and she took a step closer to her other self, close enough to touch, keeping her voice low.

"And you won't, unless you want me to introduce you to your dust."

[faderbroderson]

When Godric arrives, it's sans Eric, which is odd enough all on its own. But there's nothing in his demeanor to suggest anything is wrong, and he's decked out in a suit that's far more dressed up than his usual extremely casual attire. He looks around appreciatively at the work Levi's put into the event and the growing crowd. He only hopes no one ruins the night by trying to stake him.

[notsawbones.livejournal.com]

McCoy actually had no intention of coming to this New Year's party either when he received this invitation; but this was a decision that was rapidly changed when he saw the 'H' at the bottom of his invite and so, with great reluctance, he decides to turn up at the party. Not one for social functions, the good doctor finds the nearest wall to hug for the remainder of the evening shortly after he arrives, not really bothering to dress up for the occasion (http://www.kurban.project-gotham.net/albums/magazines/playstation_italy_april09/playstation_italy_april09.jpg), but not wearing his Federation uniform either.

Very much sigh.

[aintnoconvict]

That tendency to pop up combined with Glitch's tendency to not being paying attention (okay, he was paying attention...to that bit of art over there, whatever it was supposed to be) contributed to a moment of being startled. There was the usual blink, then the vacantly cheerful smile.

"Oh? Ah, thank you!" Apparently the key to keeping folks from asking after the zipper was to dress even more interestingly than usual. Speaking of: "And and yours is...the spikiest I've ever seen."

[levilup.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I know. I'll take your advice to heart," Levi says, thoroughly amused. The basement is indeed all done up for the party, but the music hasn't started. In fact...

"Mm, well, I'd like to ask a favor of you, actually." He leads her over to the music, gesturing at it. "If you could keep an eye on the music for me? For instance, if for some reason the music stalls-- which I'm sure it won't-- you'll fix it, or other such things. Basically, I'm putting you in charge of the music. Is that alright?"

[levilup.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome," Levi replies, chuckling. "And thank you, as well. It's a favorite design of mine."

The zipper is what he notices next, but... seeing as it may be a sensitive issue, Levi doesn't ask. The burns on his own face are barely visible, but regardless, he doesn't want people to mention them. So, taking a sip from his glass, he continues with:

"I'm Levi. It's a pleasure to meet you." Insert hand-offering here. Yes, his skin is rather cold to the touch.

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Sorry H, but you're now going to get trolled. In person.

Grinning, Cordelia approaches the good, kind doctor and asks, in all innocence, "So. Where's the bank?"

[levilup.livejournal.com]

Levi's mistaking the people-watching for wallflowerness, but either way, he's still sliding up next to Illyria, giving her a little grin before sipping from his glass.

"Someone as pretty as you shouldn't be standing by the wall all alone," Levi hums, looking out at the crowd. "It's a sad thought, indeed."

[levilup.livejournal.com]

Oh, Levi sees you, Buffy. And he makes a face from across the room when he does. Ew, Slayer. Still, it was a mass invite, so she was perfectly within her rights to come here.

He's behaving, but he's on the lookout for some way to bother her. Y'know, maybe by dancing with someone and pretending to bite them, only to pull away at the last second. That kind of thing.

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"No problem," Cordelia replies quickly. "I'll be Music Girl." Which will actually fit neatly with her plan to play some songs of her own.

"Oh, Levi, by the way - don't kill me if Mandy plays sometime tonight." She shrugs, delicately, but there's a definite sparkle in her eyes as she said, "It's... let's just say it's for a friend and that I had to."

[levilup.livejournal.com]

Levi's taken a great liking to Godric, so of course, the moment he sees him, Levi edges his way through the crowd, holding two glasses in his hand, both filled with some of the best blood Levi's ever tasted. When he reaches Godric, he offers one of the glasses, grinning.

"May I offer you a drink?" It's almost like one can hear the tilde in that question.

[revivedqueen.livejournal.com]

A lowly vampire in her midst. Her lips twitch in distaste, and it takes her a few seconds before she can force them to part in what should be a passable, human smile.

"Oh!" Illyria says, shaking her head and saying, "Oh, I'm not really-- I'm just... it is?"

A sad thought. How peculiar.

[levilup.livejournal.com]

"Yes. A sad thought that nobody has swept you off your feet yet. Or, maybe not a sad thought, but rather... ridiculous. I would think that such an event would have already happened," Levi shrugs, grinning down at her again. She looks like the shy type, and Levi is a fan of urging shy types out of their shells.

[levilup.livejournal.com]

"I have no objections to what you play, so long as you never play Lollipop. I despise that song with every bit of my being," Levi replies absently, adjusting one of the paintings on the wall. That song had been played so much in the 50's. And now that it plays in those dreadful Dell commercials, it's been stuck in Levi's head forever.

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"Great! And no, no touching of Lollipop even with a 50-foot pole then. Mandy's the lowest of the low I'm willing to go for, believe me."

[notsawbones.livejournal.com]

He would have expected it no other way. Their first encounter had been in the transporter room and even then, he had been distracted by squabbling with Jim instead of paying attention to her group of friends trying to torch another place.

"I didn't want to be here." He retorted automatically in response to her jab at his wintery clothing compared to everyone else. Taxon decided to be cold and a man from Georgia does not like the cold.

[faderbroderson]

Godric smiles at Levi's approach, which turns into something wry and amused at the suggestive inquiry.

"You may," he says in a tone that has just an edge of mock-imperiousness as he takes the offered glass. It seems he's in a good mood tonight; at least good enough for subtle, friendly teasing. It would suggest very good things about his slowly improving mental health, if Levi had known that it was ever in question.

His smile slips as his keen eyes take in Levi's burns. "You have yet to fully heal?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean's had a crappy week. As usual. Really, his life just sucks in general, he thinks. So when he gets an invite to a party in what he's dubbed 'Vampire Territory', he feels like smacking his head against the wall repeatedly. He knows Buffy's going, so he knows there's going to be a Slayer there, but... she probably could use some backup.

So Dean stops living in his Impala (which he's been doing since he glitched back to human from... whatever the hell that had been) and drives to Levi's mansion, rolling his eyes at the whole thing. Jeeze. Fancy vampires.

So that's how Dean ends up lurking in the far corner of the room, quiet, with a drink in his hand and a stake (he wanted to take the crossbow Buffy gave him for Christmas but it was too big) in his pocket. Stakes are still dumb, to him, but... they seem to be effective on these things, so. Go with the flow.

He's giving off a 'I'm the goddamn Rat Dude' vibe, here.