Sooo...Meet-y

[cityship]

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their number. After the recent revelation, many of them were even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Brainiac 5 and Sensor were set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

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[imperious_lex]

Some people came to these events to see who was there. Others came to be seen.

Lex was the latter. The bald man in the $3200 coat moved through the crowd, looking over the new arrivals in a rather casual fashion.

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

...Well. That was interesting. Indigo will just work her way through the crowd, to doublecheck and see if her eyes were tricking her. And... Apparently not.

She stops, about an arm's distance away, and cooly stares up at Lex. "President Luthor." It's not a cold greeting, but not a friendly one either. More like she's acknowledging his presence than anything else.

[imperious_lex]

His eyebrows went up in surprise at that greeting. That was quite the surprise, though he only wished it applied to himself. This Lex was younger, however, and his only election bid, he lost.

"I'm afraid you're slightly mistaken. You must be thinking of my alternate. He seems to be quite the popular fellow, apparently even being President, and all." Which makes him wonder, if his alternate was so crazy and evil... how did he get elected President? "And you are...?"

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

She pauses. Mentally backtracks. Okay, yes, now that she takes a closer look, he is missing quite a few pounds. And some lines on his face. She hadn't been paying enough attention, it seems.

She nods, showing that, yes, she realizes the mistake. "I suppose that if there is a multiverse, some people must be repeated." Anyway. "My name is Indigo. I apologize for the misunderstanding."

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Ostentatious. Is he egotistical or is he trying to send a message? Or both? Sheeana watched the watcher with a practiced eye. She approached him there.

"And what are you searching for?"

[imperious_lex]

There was a slight grin as he looked at Sheeana.

"I'll know it when I see it. What brings you here?"

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

She waved her hand, the Fremen equivalent of a shrug. "Perhaps to look for more of my people. Or perhaps that my Order has always taken an interest in unusual people..."

[notaheroanymore.livejournal.com]

Cissie was sure that there were just too many people around here. She shook her head and started backing up towards the door, just to run into someone. She gasped a bit and turned.

"I'm so sorry, I so didn't mean to bump into you."

[imperious_lex]

Lex looked over at the girl. She had jostled him a little bit, but that was all.

"It's ok," he waved her off, but gave her a friendly smile. "Just be a bit more careful where you're going, miss."

[notaheroanymore.livejournal.com]

"Ack did you seriously just call me 'miss'?" Cissie got a bad taste in her mouth just from that and shook her head. "No way. I'm Cissie." She held out her hand and smiled a bright friendly smile. "I don't think we've met, and me being the idiot I am runs into you. I am sorry about that."

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Motoko was, as always during these, quite late. She wasn't part of the welcoming committee, and had no interest in greeting anyone who couldn't actively call her from down here.

Which explained why she was here, easily.

But Lex's suit was too much not to at least shoot him a look. Politicians. What can you do?

[imperious_lex]

Even if he was stranded, Lex was stranded in style. He returned the look with a grin and a slight nod.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

This is not the gaze of a woman who is attracted to you, Lex. This is the look of someone who finds you ridiculous. Motoko is just not drunk enough for this.

[hunters-luck.livejournal.com]

It didn't matter that the clothing was not from her world, or that she had no idea who the man was. Mara had been trained from childhood to identify people that were used to having the universe on a string, and this man appeared to be one of those.

Bright eyes followed him as he worked through the crowd. If nothing else, he was accomplishing his goal to be seen.

[imperious_lex]

Eventually those bright eyes met Lex's own dark but curious gaze. If she was going to watch him, he'd watch her for a bit in return, after all.

[hunters-luck.livejournal.com]

Only fair, of course. Mara doesn't bother to look away, but there's a bit of a smirk to her expression now. She's curious what he'll do. We'll he keep wandering through the crowd of new arrivals, or will he follow up on his curiosity?

LET'S HAVE A WHO CAN BE MOST STUCK-UP COMPETITION

[better-robin.livejournal.com]

A very short boy in a mask was scowling at him.

"I didn't realize they allowed criminals here," he said.

LIKE ITS EVEN A CONTEST

[imperious_lex]

"They do?" Lex looked around. "Interesting that. Perhaps I should keep an eye out for them."

I DUNNO, THEY'RE PRETTY EVENLY MATCHED

[better-robin.livejournal.com]

Damian was not amused. "I thought they had you locked up. Really, I'm fairly sure it was better that way."

[greenestlantern.livejournal.com]

Guy saw Luthor and flew over, frowning.

"Thought you were in prison."

[imperious_lex]

Have a Lex raising an eyebrow at you, Guy.

"And why would you think that?"

[greenestlantern.livejournal.com]

"Cause I keep an eye on where the big bads go. It's only smart. Sure, me'n you don't fight so much, but hey, you never know when Supes'll need a hand."

[am-alwaysfree.livejournal.com]

Continuing his progress around the room, Mal spotted a man moving through the crowd. He looked fairly ordinary, so it wasn't his appearance that caught Mal's eye. It was the very fancy-looking coat he was wearing.

If the circumstances would have been different, Mal would have approached him about possible work. Experience had taught him that men who dressed like that usually had some need for clandestine operations, whether they were willing to admit to it or not.

But of course, Mal was in no position to accept transport jobs, so he went up to the man with no other intention but to talk and see what he was like. "You lookin' for someone?"

[imperious_lex]

Curious, this man's approach.

"Perhaps. Though someone here may be looking for me."

[demonicgene.livejournal.com]

Kazuya was also one of the latter. He had nothing better to do, and so, he would see your $3200 coat, and raise you a custom tailored purple crushed velvet suit with a price tag pushing close to $300,000.

When a Mishima spends money, they do so with a vengeance.