lucetilogs | Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.

Who: Wanda Maxiomff, Kate Bishop, + Anyone who wants to show up
What: Club HQ's grand opening
When: January 31st
Where: HQ (Across the road from house 14)
Summary: Kate and Wanda finally unveil their Nightclub.
Rating: PG to PG-13.

[After a lot of preparation, opening night for Luceti's newest club is finally here. The music is loud and insistent, the kind where you have to shout a bit to be heard above the noise. Flashing, moving lights above reveal the purple decor, mostly devoid of chairs, and plenty of room to dance. A well stocked bar should be able to provide liquid courage to anyone too nervous to shake there groove-thang sober, while a patio out back affords a space for anyone wanting to have more intimate (or just quieter) interactions. ~~There's also a coat room, for anyone looking for a warmer spot for intimate interactions.~~

The doors open at seven, and will stay open until two am-- plenty of time to drink, dance, talk and generally have a good time. When the DJs aren't spinning, a house mix is put on, so there's never a quiet moment.]

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What branch?

[He raises an eyebrow at that. Shouldn't be that hard to figure out]

Take a guess.

[Her arms cross over her chest as she looks over him and tries to size him up. Definitely well built, mentioned fighting earlier. The scarring is interesting. Also hell of a chatty person.]

Freelance.

That is what I am in now, or well, I suppose back in my normal 'verse. Which isn't particularly normal by most accounts, more of a strange amalgamation of random things people think are cool, and or funny.

[A pause]

I was in the army for awhile, did basic, then they realized I was far more badass than your average Joe, so I got into special forces, black ops and the like.

[Ah. Army was her other guess, if only because that seemed to be what most people went into. That or the Marines really.]

A man of many skills and badassery.

Deadpool's the name, kicking ass and taking names is the game. Well that and Angry Birds, good times, that. I suppose also Duke Nukem is pretty fun for the game side of things.

[A pause]

I'm in some video games too.

[Deadpool. Huh. Ginia's already not quite sure what to think about him, besides oddly entertaining. Though the oddly specific game references, huh. Some version of Earth?

...Okay, she'll take the bait.]

What games are you in?

Well, I got my own self titled one, just so you know. Plus I appear in the Marvel Alliances games, and Marvel vs Capcom. Though, most people in my universe aren't aware of their status.

[They just think he is insane... which he is, but right about the whole being a fictional character thing]

[...Huh. That's going to take a bit of processing. Ginia knows Marvel comics - and DC comics - are a thing in her world. Saw the cartoon, knew the comics in passing. So sorry she doesn't know you dude, but...

huh.]

What's it like playing a video game about you?

As you might expect. Ultimately it is masturbation. You are playing with yourself.

[Yep, that is how it goes]

[That earns a smirk and a small huff. A good way to put it.]

So what do you do in your game? Beat people up, save the world?

In essence, which is how my life goes generally anyway. So, it fits pretty well. I get a lot less money than normal in those things, but usually I get to kick the ass of some pretty bad dudes, and actually do some good, which is nice.

[He can appreciate doing right by people to a degree]

I mean, I don't get paid so much for things, which is unfortunate, but I do some freebies now and then if I feel like it. Paid work is necessary, mild alter ego really isn't so much my thang, I got to rock this twenty four seven.

[There's... there's a lot Ginia can relate with in Deadpool's words. And understand and agree with, which she's not sure how she feels. But some people get the rock the superhero gig and that's fine with her.]

What kind of work are we talking about? I'm assuming it's something more than just stopping bank robbers or saving orphans from burning buildings.

Eh, mercenary stuff. So take out these people, blow this installation up, retrieve this disk from those people, start a gang war to weaken two sides before taking them out, rescue so and so from these people, capture this guy. All sorts of jobs really.

[Ginia nods slowly, expression unchanging even as she reflects on his job. It's really similar to the life she had over the last few years, a life she still misses as much she was happy to be out of. Adventure and excitement is an addictive drug.]

A very interesting lifestyle. It's probably boring in Luceti in comparison.

Another drink?

[She didn't at all seemed phased or overly impressed with his lifestyle. Which either meant she had been here awhile, or she had seen his type a few times before. Either way, it was a little bit disappointing]

Oh yeah, this place is about as interesting as listening to politicians during campaign season.

Hit me.

[Sorry, Deadpool, but it takes a bit more than that to impress her, especially after living the lifestyle.

She pours him another drink.]

Sounds like you've seen some pretty interesting things in your life. Care to share any stories?

[He'll take a drink of that Romulan Ale. It certainly did pack a punch]

Well, there was this one time when I was out in South America...

[He continues on about his story about taking out a Colombia drug cartel. Finally finishing with]

That is why I had to use the rocket powered churro cart, and why it is one of my top ten best stories to this day.

Edited 2014-02-09 12:17 (UTC)

[Ginia gives his story her full attention as he tells it, grinning at the end when he finishes. She applauds lightly and pours him another drink. Well shared.]

You have me curious about the other nine now.

[He takes down the drink and tilts his head a bit, swirling around the drink a bit playfully]

Well, they always say leave your audience wanting more. I might deign to tell another tonight, but first I think I must go and dance the dance of my people.

[All right, fair enough.]

Go get your dance on and have fun.

Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.

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Bam, take that 4th wall.

Hah!

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