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

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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"No, but you were wearing something different earlier, weren't you? Unless... unless..."

Holy crap.

"...please tell me you have a pulse."

Ah, and now it all makes sense.

"You mistook me for her?" Yes, Buffy is going to object in an immature fashion, let's all act surprised. "But she's all... undead and-- and skanky! And with worse hair! Much worse hair-- check if you want." This is in reference to the pulse thing, as she holds her wrist out obligingly.

Cordelia checks for a pulse and sighs in relief.

"Okay. You passed the 'life' test. Hello! You guys have the same face and everything since she didn't come all undead-ho like and grrr and--"

God. That was close. That version of Buffy could have invited her out and Cordelia would have gladly went along because hello, Buffy. "Can't you get a tattoo on your forehead or something? Like... like a cross? Just so innocent people can tell you two apart!"

"Well yeah, but she's all... creepy, and with a neck-fetish." Pout pout pout. Buffy quickly regains her maturity, however, becoming more serious. Very serious, in fact.

"I'm not getting a tattoo, Cordelia. Just... be on your guard if ever you see me, okay? There are subtle differences-- I look older than she does, a little. My hair is longer. And you can always ask me questions-- things only I would know, about Taxon or... or conversations we've had. Just be careful around me-- or people that look like me. Please."

She nods at that. "Yeah, okay. Probably the fact she didn't know who you-know-who was should have been a big tip-off." Cordelia then turns to Buffy. "Okay, you know who you-know-who is, right?"

...there's logic somewhere in that very interestingly phrased question. Somewhere.

That question made no sense, Cordelia. Witness the glory of Buffy's utterly nonplussed expression.

"Uh... Moldivort?"

[ooc: LOL VOLDEMORT, fake fandoms. xD]

Sorry Buffy, but Cordelia here hasn't yet read any of the Barry Trotter books. All seven million of them.

"Who?"

[ ooc: GOD I LOVE THAT PAGE. ]

"...nevermind." Cordelia, crack a book sometime, in the name of all that's holy.

"I-know-who? Can you give me some context here? Or a clue. A hint? I'd settle for a pointer."

In the name of all that's nerdy, you mean? No thanks.

"Uh - lots and lots of hot steamy sex? Leaving on a jet plane? Boyfriend?" Cordelia purses her lips. "As long as she doesn't know who Jim is, we can use him as some sort of code, or something. I mean, if that's okay with you."

But geek chic is in this season!

Buffy rolls her eyes just slightly at Cordy's legendary complete absence of tact and choice of wording. "He doesn't have a plane, Cordelia." That's not the most important point, however. "But... maybe that could work. For now. Given that she's apparently delevoped the fun new hobby of impersonating me, Jim might not be off-limits for that much longer."

The mere thought makes her shudder, just a little.

"Then we should have... like a system or... ooh, a diagram! Like if point A fails, then we should go to point B, or something."

Cordelia sighs. "I think this should be given as pointers to all, just in case."

"Oh! Lightbulb moment here," she suddenly brightens, pointing to the silver snowflake necklace she's currently wearing around her neck.

"Jim gave this to me for Christmas. I'll always be wearing it. If I'm not, then Houston, we have a vampire."

"Classy," she says in approval, smiling at Buffy. "Right. So next time there will be conversations about how great your sex life is and much looking at your neck to keep the other Buffy from munching on mine."

"Yes." Buffy nods in confirmation, before making a face. "Except without the discussing my sex life parts."

"Please, I wouldn't touch your parts with a ten-foot pole." And then, as if only realizing now what she just said, Cordelia waves a hand. "...forget I even said that."

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