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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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The grandeur didn't impress her even here. It was to hard wired into her mind to be impressed. Though the chance to socialize could not be passed up.
She spied Sheeana across the room, and inwardly sneered, could she go no where that was free of the others from her homeland. Damn them... damn them all.
Instead she stood very still, poised even and watched the others with a looks of calm and invitation but she was after a bigger fish. The handsome man she had seen around, and only heard about, the man throwing the party, Lex Luthor.
Something told Alia if she could strike the right cord, he would be a more than powerful ally to have in this place... all she had to do was entice him, she hoped.
So running a hand through her wave dark locks, she stood and she waited. A young woman as pretty as she was, was sure to get attention sooner or later...
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"Evening," he stated as he approached. "What's a lovely young woman like yourself doing on the edge of the crowd?"
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Ah, Alia was just to good at this.
And yet, it was bred into her. What where the Bene Gessrit but highly trained concubines?
"Good evening." Her expression was calm and warm, a perfect image of the Ruler she had once been. "I haven't been very long, and have no had the honor of meeting many people worth of my time and attention."
Then she laughed playfully. A carefully placed, flawless laugh, melodic and feminine. Completely impenetrable by the untrained human.
"I'm Alia Atredies. Thank you for opening your beautiful little home to all of us. It's the sort of affair I didn't not expect in this sort of place."
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"I like to keep people on their toes. Part of being as successful a businessman as I am is knowing how to give people everything they never knew they wanted."
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"Oh how it makes me long for home." Alia rested her knuckles against her chin, playing coy with her eyes. "Ah, wise words, Mr Lex Luthor. What was your trade, back in your home world? What did you planet export that made you so very... well off? Water? Slaves? Weapons? You look like you could be a weapons man."
Trade was something Alia knew all about. It excited her, a man in trade, to accumulate wealth, must be very sturdy, level headed, and determined. All traits she fancied in a man.
Though she did wish he had hair.
"My planet was the sole producer of Spice in the whole of the universe. And the spice, they would say, must flow." A playfully bragging comment, as if to entice him to one-up her in response.
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LuthorCorp: We make billions off the blood and suffering of millions!
"Spice..." That caught his interest. "I've heard a little bit about it. I hear it can be quite addictive, but comes with a number of benefits..."
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"War is always good for the economy," She though of her own land, torn by civil war over control of the spice, over the money that it generated, over the lands and people.
She had controlled them all... and somehow, at that moment, it didn't seem so far away, so long gone. Alia almost forgot where she was, her heart was back in court, in the grand ballrooms, and sand stone walls of the Arakeen palace...
"Fatally addictive. By the time a child hits puberty on Arakkis, their eyes have turned as blue as mine from spice saturation. Its in everything there. The food, the water, the air. But, the power it can give it... immense. You can see into the future, move space ships through time, live longer, think and move faster than you ever have before." Her wounds sounded like that of a love lorn child, where Stacy did give them the spice they needed, it was not the quantity she was used to.
"Dose it interest you, Lex Luthor?"
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"The other problem... has been solved."
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"Has it? And where does all of this spice come from, exactly?"
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"The maker. Shai' Hulud. They are huge worms from my home world. Sheeana has one here, tamed. But I find it an abomination to the ways of the worm." Alia paused, stopping herself before she went into a long winded rant.
"They live in the deep deserts, they dictate the very way of life for my people. It is a rite of passage to summon and tame... the worm. To force them... to rise from the depth at our summons." The look in her eyes shouted innuendos louder than her lips. Her body following suit, hips tiled, shoulders back, chin lowered, dewy eyed. The prefect image of invitation.
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"I imagine it was never difficult for you to get them to respond to your beck and call."
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A sultry smirk formed on the corners of Alia's lips.
"They said, I always had a way of luring even the most powerful of Makers to me..." Her words like honey, thick and sweet.
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