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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Agent K wasn't on the job, but he still didn't plan to get drunk. He at least was willing to get in the spirit of the event enough to wear a simple black domino mask. But that black domino mask came with a very serious expression, though. That mask was the only fun his face is showing.

But the food was pretty good, though, so he watched the room in his own quietly aware way as he picked through it. He was at a table alone (which took some effort- he had to wait a while), tucked off to the side where there wasn't much at his back. All the trappings of a man too paranoid for his own good sometimes.

He missed the food at Wu's, surprisingly. Hell knew what half of it was made out of, but he actually kind of missed it. Maybe he could find some near recipes around. This wasn't too bad, though. The music was really nice.

After awhile a tall figure in red came and pulled a chair across from Kay out and sat. Trying to be mysterious he waved a hand out before him as if to prompt the other to speak. Dorian was just ghosting about to see who all was here. Kay seemed like good people so he figured pop over.

Kay considered himself good people, anyway. He tried to be. He knew he could be a lot worse; he had a lot of obligations on his shoulders.

But good person or not he wasn't expecting the Red Death to come sauntering over.

"Sorry there, fella. Prince Prospero's not in but I'll give you a shout if I see 'im happenin' through."

Dorian let a laugh escape as he grinned rather wide. "Finally! Someone gets it!" he was clearly tickled pink. Dorian loved literature and the Red Masque had been one of his favorites.

"How are you doing tonight, Mr. Kay?" He asked in that same chipper tone.

"Believe it or not a few of us grew up with a fondness for Edgar Allen Poe." Even when they sounded a little folksy. But if anyone knew how to write about lost loves and their single-minded attachment to them, it was him.

"Looks good. Quite a shindig you put together. Have a seat, Slick. I wouldn't mind the company."

Narvin had mingled, observed, listened, but now he was feeling a desperate need to get away from the crowd for a time. He looked around, searching for a quiet corner with no people in which to be alone, and found none. But there was a corner that came close.

Kay wasn't a person. His company was restful, undemanding. He padded over to his table.

"Mind if I join you for a moment?"

Kay looked up at Narvin as he had a seat, taking a drink of water. Then, almost comically, he looked to either side of him.

As if he seriously didn't expect Narvin to be sitting with him.

Then he put down the glass, expectant, waiting for Narvin to say why he had settled down.

Narvin sat with his shoulders slumped in a defensive curl, keeping the rest of the world out for a little while.

It occurred to him that he should say something, preferably something good and eloquent. Something to make up for invading Kay's space and make him well disposed to Narvin and inclined to let him stay for a while as he rests from the party.

...

Nope, there were no words. After a very long silence, he fell back on basic lines.

"Hello."

One eyebrow climbed up.

"Howdy."

And then he looked down at his food. Back up at Narvin. Down at his food. He guessed he should go ahead and eat. But he still glanced around suspiciously, not sure what drew him over. Narvin didn't like this sort of food.

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.

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