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trans_92010-01-10 09:56 pm
imperious_lex) wrote in trans_92010-01-10 09:56 pm
Entry tags:
- !location: luthor mansion,
- !location: the city,
- !status: open,
- aeneas,
- ahava,
- alia atreides,
- charles kawalsky,
- goliath,
- green arrow,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kang,
- katara,
- kon-el,
- lafiel,
- lex luthor,
- lois lane,
- meluly,
- nanoha,
- nathaniel richards/iron lad,
- nightwing,
- nova terra,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- samus aran,
- spaurh,
- tess lee,
- the major
This Man's Home Is A Castle [OPEN]
When he first saw it weeks ago, shortly after the crew had finally caught up him, he thought for certain that he was hallucinating. But there it was, nestled among several other castles. The Luthor Mansion, in all it's glory.
Lex was never a superstitious man, but even he believed that there was more to heaven and earth than what could be proven on paper. The appearance of his home, a reward no other crew member had received (to his knowledge), certainly made him think. He wondered if this was some sort of sign that his decisions so far had indeed been right, or that he was on the right path. Perhaps it was put there as a distraction of sorts, as well, as there were many unpleasant memories that haunted those walls. For the time being, he decided to take it as a reward, however relocating there initially proved to be problematic.
The Mansion wasn't in disarray, but it was clear that no one had walked its halls in quite some time. Not only that, but the last people who had clearly had little regard for the property. There was a layer of dirt and dust everywhere, expensive and priceless paintings had been torn off the walls and trashed, priceless artifacts were just broken pieces of clay or stone, pieces of antique furniture had been smashed, and every vault was empty. Not a single green meteor rock to be found. He counted himself lucky that his pool table, piano, and a handful of family photos managed to survive.
Rather than be dejected, Lex looked at it as project to occupy his time. Since he only worked in Neuropathy whenever he felt like it, and manned the bar in the lounge at his discretion, he did have plenty of time to devote to this project. Which was good, because cleaning up and fixing up a 40 room mansion-- replete with its own library (with real books), well supplied medieval armory and modern armory, pool, wine cellar, gym, and grand ballroom-- took a lot of work.
Work which still hadn't been completed, but he had progressed far enough to not only make it livable, but also presentable. The master bedroom, Lex's office, and most of the common areas had been cleaned up. All the rest was blocked off for the moment, but were in locations that were fairly out of the way.
So, he put out a message on the omnicomms, and invited a few people to check the place out. The ones who weren't already spying on him, at any rate. He laid out a few drinks, and a sampling of some of the fresh fruit and food he picked up while during their last mission to earth. He didn't expect many guests, after all, he had never been the most well liked person, even back when he was a relatively kindhearted kid. Most parties he hosted as an adult, he was usually surrounded by obsequious employees desperate to move up the food chain, business partners who wanted a more favorable deal, business rivals who were trying to find out something about the competition, charity representatives who wanted money, and sycophants who wanted the notoriety of being in the same room as Lex Luthor and access to the connections that alone can bring. Friends were simply a foreign concept, if he ever truly had any to begin with, and he certainly hadn't gone out of his way to make any on the ship. He was curious as to what category his guests, if he had any, would fit in.
((ooc: This is something of a party style post, so feel free to talk to Lex, Lois, or talk to each other while your character looks around.))
Lex was never a superstitious man, but even he believed that there was more to heaven and earth than what could be proven on paper. The appearance of his home, a reward no other crew member had received (to his knowledge), certainly made him think. He wondered if this was some sort of sign that his decisions so far had indeed been right, or that he was on the right path. Perhaps it was put there as a distraction of sorts, as well, as there were many unpleasant memories that haunted those walls. For the time being, he decided to take it as a reward, however relocating there initially proved to be problematic.
The Mansion wasn't in disarray, but it was clear that no one had walked its halls in quite some time. Not only that, but the last people who had clearly had little regard for the property. There was a layer of dirt and dust everywhere, expensive and priceless paintings had been torn off the walls and trashed, priceless artifacts were just broken pieces of clay or stone, pieces of antique furniture had been smashed, and every vault was empty. Not a single green meteor rock to be found. He counted himself lucky that his pool table, piano, and a handful of family photos managed to survive.
Rather than be dejected, Lex looked at it as project to occupy his time. Since he only worked in Neuropathy whenever he felt like it, and manned the bar in the lounge at his discretion, he did have plenty of time to devote to this project. Which was good, because cleaning up and fixing up a 40 room mansion-- replete with its own library (with real books), well supplied medieval armory and modern armory, pool, wine cellar, gym, and grand ballroom-- took a lot of work.
Work which still hadn't been completed, but he had progressed far enough to not only make it livable, but also presentable. The master bedroom, Lex's office, and most of the common areas had been cleaned up. All the rest was blocked off for the moment, but were in locations that were fairly out of the way.
So, he put out a message on the omnicomms, and invited a few people to check the place out. The ones who weren't already spying on him, at any rate. He laid out a few drinks, and a sampling of some of the fresh fruit and food he picked up while during their last mission to earth. He didn't expect many guests, after all, he had never been the most well liked person, even back when he was a relatively kindhearted kid. Most parties he hosted as an adult, he was usually surrounded by obsequious employees desperate to move up the food chain, business partners who wanted a more favorable deal, business rivals who were trying to find out something about the competition, charity representatives who wanted money, and sycophants who wanted the notoriety of being in the same room as Lex Luthor and access to the connections that alone can bring. Friends were simply a foreign concept, if he ever truly had any to begin with, and he certainly hadn't gone out of his way to make any on the ship. He was curious as to what category his guests, if he had any, would fit in.
((ooc: This is something of a party style post, so feel free to talk to Lex, Lois, or talk to each other while your character looks around.))
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"That might be why you and I seem to get along so well."
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...alright, Sheeana, he'll bite. He took the shot glass from her, and in one go, downed the shot.
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She should've known. Even a clever man, he was a man still.
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Lex was a man who could drink warm, 100 proof liquor as if it was water. He was also a man who had an immune system that's saved him from a number of poisonings. While the spiceliquor was still strong, even to him, it wasn't enough to make him collapse, or send him into a coughing fit or convulsions on the floor. He did have to lean on the bar for a moment of support, though, and eventually let out a long breath.
Give him a minute or so, though. He'll be fine.
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"The thought had crossed my mind," he stated, his voice much closer to his usual tone now. "But I do like keeping people on their toes."
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She's found an interesting mixed drink—unsuspecting, she downs a little of it.
Near Sheeana and Lex, she jolts in place rather like someone would jolt upon having their brain smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped 'round a large gold brick.
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Sheeana had no time to be pleased that her student had discovered the principal of zettai ryouiki. "Excuse me." She crossed over to the other stool. "Acolyte Tess, what are you doing?" Not that she expected a lucid answer, but the stern tone might have snapped her a bit out of it. And here Lex could see this, too...So much for the image of the stoic Bene Gesserit.
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"The Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster..." Lex made the mistake of drinking that once. But he might have actually discovered the secrets of the universe that way. Shame he couldn't remember them.
"She'll be like that for a while. We may have to put her somewhere..."
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"Jush a... jush?" Tess seems rather confused about the way her speech is slurring. Then again, she's not entirely in her right mind now anyway. Just that she's managed to stay conscious is an impressive feat, given the drink involved.
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"Let me give you a hand. Some of the guest rooms are cleaned, so we can put her safely out of the way." Wouldn't want someone to trip over her.
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"Thank you, but I think it best if I take her back to her quarters. I'll be back as soon as i'm sure she's resting and hydrated."