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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[revivedqueen.livejournal.com]

"The other way around?" she repeated, turning to face him. "What do you mean?"

Was this creature able to see through her disguise?

[beholdthedrums.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't trust a vampire to be the boss of anyone," he quips. "It sounds far too troublesome. Leaves room for error." He looks her over. The drums are quiet. What is it? What is it about her that he can't place? "Although, humans are just as bad," he scowls at her. She looks weak. The drums should be rumbling to cast her off as nothing. "There are far too many useless species in the universe."


((oh gods whyyyy am I still up I was supposed to stop butchering my sleep schedule x.x *disappears to sleep*))

[revivedqueen.livejournal.com]

Illyria smiles now - but there is nothing friendly about it. If anything, it looks malicious, condescending.

"Indeed, there are." Species that need to be destroyed. Worlds that need to be cleansed. Catching herself, she laughs and says, "I--I mean, there are several troublesome things to be encountered when one works for a vampire. The hours, for one. Turning night to day. Plus, learning how to fight demons, trying to decipher cryptic texts..."

She shrugs and lifts her glass to her lips, pretending to drink from it.

((sleep now! We can continue this tomorrow :P))

[beholdthedrums.livejournal.com]

"There's something wrong with you," he theorizes quietly. He sits up from his position, leaning forward, chin resting on the back of his hand as he stares at her unblinkingly. "I cannot fathom what it is, however. I must be getting out of practice in this city."

He's rather lost in his thoughts. His other hand taps out the four beat rhythm on an arm rest. He still watches her, observes every little detail. Cants his head to one side and 'hmms' softly. "I wonder if you'd tell me what it is..."

He could always make her.

[revivedqueen.livejournal.com]

It would be a theory worth testing.

"I don't think there is," she replies coolly, head tilted to the side. "I think you're mistaking me for someone else."

[beholdthedrums.livejournal.com]

((... errrrm.... hoooow is she with hypnotism? Just out of curiosity. *ahem*))

He stands and looks down at her, face set. "It's not a question of a mistaken identity. You're hiding something," he growls.

[revivedqueen.livejournal.com]

(( well, it wasn't explicitly mentioned/showed, but I'm betting that she's invulnerable to it. ))

Illyria stares at him then, her expression hardening. "And if I am?" she asks.

[beholdthedrums.livejournal.com]

((Oh that's gonna bug him XD If he goes down that road. IDK. He may just get bored.))

Where's the giggling party-goer now? He chuckles slowly, craning his head back. "Sometimes hiding it more dangerous. Leads to... certain consequences." The Master is allowed to keep secrets all he wants, but others are not. Their knowledge should be his.

[revivedqueen.livejournal.com]

((hee!))

Ah. The mentality of a ruler - how familiar and true.

Illyria shrugs - donning the Fred persona once more. "I don't know about that," she replies. "Sometimes hiding is fun. Let people see you as a weakling until an opportune moment strikes and you strike them dead."

She should know. The sorcerer Cyvus Vail had been a victim to this grave assumption, after all.

[beholdthedrums.livejournal.com]

Curiosity strikes him again, and not out of need to pluck it apart, but simply just... an almost innocent perk. He eases back and decided that whatever it is she's hiding, she can be allowed to keep. "True enough," he agrees, and then grins.