the_last_resort | Midnight masquerade Open to All.

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Midnight masquerade Open to All.

Who: EVERYONE
When: After Midnight
Where: The Rising Sun
Format: Paragraph, action, etc.
What: A special party held at the rising sun. Dorian has told no one what he's celebrating but all drinks are free as long as you come after midnight with the password. and wearing a mask "Layla" is the password
Warnings: EVERYTHING GOES GUYS! PUT WARNINGS IN YOUR SUBJECT LINES IF YOU GET TOO CRAZY!

[ooc; Everyone can tag into the premade threads or make your own thread at the bottom! This is a party post thread, so thread jacking is cool unless otherwise stated. The only room locked in the club is Dorian's office. And if someone pops that lock they will find a half full goblet of blood on his desk, otherwise it is clean.

He has taken care of rides to wherever drunk people need to go too. And lastly; yes there are condoms in the rooms upstairs, if that is something you want. The Password will have be spoken on with an ad about the party a few days beforehand, it does not matter but the password is Layla. Pretty much tag around and have fun guys~! ]

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Narvin kept sitting. And not talking. He stared at his hands for a while but looked up in time to see Kay glance between his food and Narvin.

"I'm not edible," was what fell out of his mouth.

Kay didn't connect the observation, so he just furrowed his brow at Narvin in confusion.

"Okay, so you're an apex predator." He just accepted that and took a bite of salad. Maybe it was important for Narvin to let him know?

"Yes, I suppose so. At least my distant ancestors were. Modern Gallifreyan food doesn't require much hunting."

He slid down in his chair a little, starting to relax.

"Are there any physical properties of apex predators you still have?" And Kay? Just still enjoying his salad like it wasn't a big deal at all, watching Narvin as he ate. Of course he was asking questions again; he was getting really good at not answering, and instead asked most of the time.

Narvin blinked in surprise at the question. He shouldn't be; Kay had expressed interest in his alien anatomy before. Narvin would almost be suspicious, except the things that Kay asked were innocuous enough, not questions about obvious weaknesses to be taken advantage of.

"I've never thought about it. Excellent binocular vision, I suppose. Keen senses. I suppose our talent for mimicry might be as well, useful for drawing out prey. And then there's--"

He stopped himself there. But...he'd trusted Agent K with everything else, and hadn't had that trust betrayed yet. He might as well add this to the list as well. He didn't doubt that if Kay needed to learn about Gallifreyan weaknesses, aliens in this universe would probably inform him anyway.

"We have an extreme intolerance to acetylsalicylic acid."

"Hm." Was all Kay said about the intolerance and nodded, but he did note it. He always noted anything like that in case of the worst, either to take someone out or to narrow suspects in attacks. It was a pity that one of his first thoughts there was that Narvin hopefully hadn't said that loud enough for enemies with keen hearing to catch on.

"We got binocular vision too, but we were mostly vegetarian. Had more to do with movin' through trees. Our ancestors needed to know how far branches were."

He shrugged off the idle ramble. He knew Narvin knew all that, but probably had never particularly cared.

"Yes, monkeys...no, apes," he corrected himself. "I remember learning a little about Terrans in xenobiology at the Academy. In retrospect, the professor got quite a few things wrong, however. Probably more things than I even realize. He said that all humans have prehensile toes, vestigial tails, and holes in their abdomens. I think he'd never actually seen a human."

"They're a little bit prehensile but not so much anymore. We get a scar on our stomachs from where our umbilical cord comes off that never goes away. We got a tailbone from where our tails used to be. Some people have the misfortune of having an external tail but not a whole lot. Real rare cases." He pushed his food away not out of lack of hunger, but abruptly the conversation was too strange to politely eat during. It felt odd to.

"You seem like you try to be nicer to me than most people. I don't reckon it's entirely to kiss my ass, humans don't make that much of a difference to you." Well, no one could blame him for beating around the bush.

His eyes startled at the observation and casually shifted his gaze to stare at the table top so he didn't have to look at Kay. He tapped his fingers lightly on the surface. At last he spoke.

"I find your company congenial and wish to return the favour." It was as close as he could get to saying I like you.

"You keep my secrets, answer my questions about aliens calmly and without judgement and ask unexpected questions in turn."

"I run into something I don't know much about, I wanna ask for more info about it." And in this case it was Time Lords, but it struck him then that maybe Narvin wasn't particularly good at making friends.

He didn't know why it takes him so long to wonder upon someone's ability to socialize. Maybe it was because he didn't care all that much about friendships himself, outside of the reliability of his fellow agents. Here he was far from home, away from his own trusted individuals. Probably the same sorta unpleasantness Narvin was feeling.

"Your company isn't exactly genial but at least you got a lot of interesting stuff to say and that's fine by me."

Narvin laughed softly, eyes crinkling at the sides.

"Not exactly genial. Well, I can't fault your honesty. But at least I'm interesting, and that's something."

Then he leaned forward. "Tell me about your Earth." He asked out of the blue. "How many aliens live there?"

"There's a couple of thousand in Manhattan now. Most of 'em are alright people. Law-biding citizens. They have families and jobs, just getting by." He felt the need to establish that first, since Narvin seemed so paranoid about alien invaders. "We're a good place for refugees to go. We're nuetral ground."

"And the humans are all right with their presence among them? The aliens, they don't try to destabilize your planet from within? Or steal your technology?"

When Romana had invited aliens to Gallifrey, one of them tried to poison the water supply and another had tried to gain access to the Eye of Harmony, so Narvin felt that these were legitimate concerns.

"How do they qualify for refugee status?"

"It happens, but humans are just as likely to be terrorists and usually it's just a few out of a thousand. I mean, from what you said, how many of your kind end up trying to do things like destroy planets or take over the universe." Because having a guy take out a third of it was a bit of a strike against your kind.

"Point taken." The Gallifreyan terrorist did far more damage than either of the aliens' failed attempts.

"Does your agency deal with human criminals as well, or just the alien ones?"

"No, humans deal with their own criminals. We're above the system, and they're in it. Aliens aren't allowed that sort of authority over them- implementing affirmative action's been kinda difficult because you gotta account for species treating humans like a threat and they're the native species. I mean, it's out goddamn planet." He sounded a little defensive about that. Maybe he had been rubbed the wrong way by people that kept trying to blow it up.

"Are the humans ever a threat to the aliens living on Earth? Put two or more different races together in one place and there's bound to be tensions, I'd imagine. Some of the humans must be less than thrilled to see their planet welcome in refugees from other worlds."

Narvin didn't know human biology terribly well, but he knew Earth history, which to Narvin seemed be a fight between the humans who loved novelty and sought out new people and places, and the humans who raged whenever new humans showed up in their territory.

"In my universe and era, the humans are one of the Temporal Powers. Virtually none of them are pure homo sapiens any more, however. They've been...ah...mingling around the universe for a great many of their generations."

"They don't know, generally. The advanced civilizations shouldn't fuck with the development of the natives, that's why the MiB is usually composed of the most advanced ones we got." He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, still not sure he liked answering these questions. Part of him enjoyed the ability to talk freely about his organization, and part of him didn't want to get into the habit of it.

"They'll know after they're old enough to deal with it."

It started him thinking about possibly reorganizing the CIA when...if...he ever returned to his proper Gallifrey and his old job. Two separate divisions, one for dealing with Gallifreyan criminals and renegades, one for issues of alien security. Perhaps also an independent strike force whose sole job was to correct temporal interference and who might work with either of the two divisions if the cause warranted it. And a new recruitment and training procedure for his agents.

It had never been done that way before, but maybe a little bit of change was sometimes good. He hadn't thought that his search for information would lead to ideas for restructuring his agency, but now he wanted to hear more, and not just to acquire information for its own sake.

"How are agents chosen and trained?"

"We just pick people that manage amazing things but don't get celebrity out of it. Can't have anyone recognizing you."

"Why all the questions?" He finally caught on to that much, obviously drawing in on himself again. Being forthcoming still went against his grain.

"Has your agency ever picked wrong?"

He rested his hands on the tabletop, lacing his fingers together.

"I ask because your agency and mine, their official missions are similar, but the agency I inherited has been on the decline for centuries, lost much of its political power. It used to be feared and respected, and now it has neither. When I was Chief Coordinator, maintaining the status quo and keeping the agency from sliding further into irrelevancy seemed the best path. Now that I've been Chancellor for a while, and on an alternate Gallifrey that sorely needed change, I'm not quite as adverse to the idea of reinvention. Carefully," he added. "And slowly." Nothing would make him have Romana's sort of revolutionary fervour--he's too conservative by nature--but he has learned that some change is good, and he can support it.

"We let 'em go when we do." He had no intention of going into specifics about how wrong things had been on occasion.

"Considering that you weren't quite clear on the difference between fear and respect I'd wager that there was something wrong there for a lot longer than people thought."

"Perhaps. When I was recruited, I was trained to be loyal to the agency and never doubt the agency's leadership. The Chief Coordinator at that time vanished without a trace two years later. And when I say 'vanished' I don't just mean left. One day, all of a sudden, no one could even remember the Coordinator's name, or if they were a man or a woman."

He sighed, leaned forward over his still clasped hands.

"It's just one incident, but it's been rather emblematic of my time in the agency. For all our attempts at control, everything feels as if it hovers on the edge of confusion and chaos. And I don't want to be the next Chief Coordinator to fall in the line of duty, as all the ones before me have done."

"Which job is the least lethal and stressful out of the ones you had?"

It seemed like a simple question, but it never was. No one wanted to give up a position of power- it's why Kay didn't like taking them.

He laughed, a single bark of a laugh. Sharp, but not bitter. Amused, in a sardonic way.

"Well, it was probably supposed to be the technician job, except so far that's the only job that's actually managed to kill me. So I really couldn't say."

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