4081/Lights, Camera, Victor!

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Lights, Camera, Victor!
Date of Scene: 17 March 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Cyborg, Raven, Robin (Wayne), Stardust




Cyborg has posed:
     It's an early evening and an entire convention hall has been rented out for the occasion. The lights are down low save for the blazing inferno of ravetastic lasers and occasional flashing lights. A layer of smoke covers the floor allowing for the young faces to blend in and out of the fog as they enjoy the evening drinking smoking and partying to their hearts content.

     This wasn't exactly your normal charity ball, with full on holograms dancing on the ceiling and an entire section of the hall dedicated to full on virtual reality experiences. There's excess in every direction and it shows no mater what direction you choose to look.

     Holographic banners hang from the ceiling welcoming the titans with open arms, digital displays of the team members dancing and flitting around with the holographic wind in time with the beat of the DJ.

     The music is good the drinks are questionable, and it's one hell of a party. At the center of the room dances Victor Stone the man who'd organized this whole party. He kicks back a cool glass of the good stuff as he just slams his head in time with the beat cheering out to the crowd as he's clearly loving his time in the limelight and back in his home town.

Raven has posed:
    Raven had been her... Usual self. Her response when first told "They're throwing a party in our honor." was a quaint and simple, "I'm honored. Really. So honored I can feel it from here." Shortly afterwards, however, the information that changed her mind reached her ears. "They're using out likenesses for the banners. We'll be up there dancing."

    Raven had practically crushed her coffee mug. "They're whatting our -what?-" she asked- and that was, really, all it took. Bothered beyond on measure, Raven has made her way to the party alongside whatever Titans are going, fully intending to push her way through the crowd, and find the showrunner themself- not Victor, specifically, but whoever is actually running the show, to give them a piece of her mind.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian had been representing the Wayne Foundation at events before. But he never had thought he would need to adopt a 'happy' face as Robin. Robin had been the cover for the little badass he really was.

  Luckily, his cape has a hood on it, and he keeps it up for the most part. He knew others would have been more...receptive to being in the limelight, but Bats and Robins operate in the shadows.

Cyborg has posed:
     Victor kicks back the last of his drink before smashing the dixie cup on his forehead and tossing it into a nearby bin. He's having the time of his life and it shows. A quick moment is taken for him to sign a few footballs, and a jersey or two in the midst of the crowd as he's flanked on either side by his 'crew'. A group of complete hoods who're dressed down in their own football jerseys loose fighting paints and chains.

     They defiantly look the part of street thugs much more then the respectable bunch one might expect a pro-footballer might surround himself with. Victor himself is dressed in the very jersey he won his most recent game, a devastating victory ripped right from the jaws of defeat by a legendary play for the record books.

     He's just as filled with excess as the rest of this overblown party, no expense spared on any front as the writhing masses dance and rave themselves about in the lights and fog. A single spiral tears through the holographic banner for a moment soaring over the crowd. Victor catches it out the corner of his eye and jumps up as high as he can to catch it, "BOOYAH!" landing the pigskin right in his grasp as he comes falling back down to the ground right in front of Raven, and Damian. He's clearly happy with himself as he pulls the hand back ready to throw a return spiral. The man who'd organized this whole party himself, Victor Stone.

Stardust has posed:
If some guy with cash wants to spend some of it throwing a big party for the Titans, there's honestly not much chance of Stardust not turning up. I mean fighting crime is hard work, but partying? That's life. In yet another variation of her white-and-gray costume, a little more partified than the normal working outfits, Stardust is here to enjoy herself. Some of the Titans may be wallflowers, but Stardust is out there dancing and enjoying the music.

Also enjoying the drinks. This may not be a good thing. Last time Stardust was at a superhero party, there was Asgardian mead. She's not quite sure what happened next, but she swears blind the longship travelling through space was actually real. "Woo!" she announces to the other Titans. "C'mon Robin, Rae, enjoy yourselves! Not often you can be at a party and call it duty!"

Raven has posed:
    Rachel has been frowning deeper than seemingly humanly possible for the past six hours, ever since she learned of the party and that the banners would feature the likenesses of the Titans- and nothing about the spectacle of the party seems to be cheering her up. In fact, even as Victor rather bombastically makes his way over to them, she's watching the version of her, hoody and all, dance to the music.

    "That's not how I dance." she says, as the holorgaphic version of her adopts this sort of bouncy, weavy, shoegazer style sway. The noise she makes afterwards is this grumpy groan, as Colette speaks. "I don't... Party." she states, lifting up off of her feet and moving to drift off, towards Victor. She's going to make contact- because as far as she can tell, and as far as she's heard, he's the one in charge. "Greetings." she begins, ready and able to be the worst kind of spoilsport, "Can we get the hologram taken down?"

Cyborg has posed:
     "Hey hey!" Victor greets in return as he launches the ball back across the room with the arm of a Greek god (And no, not Silenus) sending is flung clean from one end of the hall to the next with barely any effort."The Holograms?" He asks only able to hear a small bit of what Raven was trying to get across. "Oh you like em?" He calls over the music with a broad smile across his face.

     For an 18 year old he's incredibly good looking by modern standards. Well built, muscular and with hard chiseled features that fit his soft brown eyes very well. He's happy as a clam to hear someone likes the holograms. "See, Ron thought they were cheesy, but I spent all month coding them and building them out myself because I KNEW" He throws a peace sign down to one side firmly at the word knew a bright smile on his face from one ear to the other as he clearly missed what she actually was trying to get across. "you guys would love this stuff."

     "Aint nobody who doesn't like to see themselves up in lights." Said with that bright smile and a nod of his head. "Coded the DJ myself to, surprised no one's noticed it aint the real deadmau5" Spoken loudly enough for them to hear without shouting it. "Love holograms man."

Stardust has posed:
"Rae!" Stardust admonishes. "It's public relations. Nobody's gonna think it's the real you. Relax." She steps forwards to join Raven, eying one or two members of Victor's crew suspiciously as she passes them. "You made the holograms yourself?" She asks Victor, watching them more closely for a moment or two before turning back with a smile."Pretty good work! You should see the hologram generators we have at the tower some time. Maybe you could tweak them some. I've been trying to use them to make a kick-ass display for the playstation, but I never thought of using them for party decorations."

Suddenly realizing she hasn't actually introduced herself to the host of the party, she grins wide and holds out a hand. "Stardust. Great party. So you're not just a meathead, huh? Tech wiz in your spare time? Not bad. Bet I can throw a ball further than you though." Judging by the widening grin and the wink, she's obviously not intending that to be a serious challenge.

Raven has posed:
    Raven turns, acknowledging Colette for the first time in the evening. She grumbles a bit in response, looking around, and then looking back to Colette. "It's not that." she begins, "It's the principle of the thing." Raven is a stickler for her semantics- but there's a level of truth to it. After all, unless you're Booster Gold(tm) your likeness is unlikely to be copyrighted. They can just -use- it whenever.

    "I suppose the holograms are... Impressive in their own right," she states, semi-ignorant of Victor's rambling, as it wasn't... Right. It was every possible wrong statement, so she didn't pay attention to it and moved on. "Yes, she has begun... Seriously modifying the holograms in the Tower. It has been rather maddening. I don't know why she won't stop. It is probably very dangerous." There is a pause, there, as she considers her response and Colette's offer, chiming in with her own backhanded agreement. "Yes. You too should come by the tower and see if you can make our dangerous holograms more dangerous in new and inventive ways."

Cyborg has posed:
     "You want em more dangerous?" There's a long pause from Victor as he takes that in, hands go down into the pockets of his tattered looking jeans, or well as they're called in the fashion industry 'worn' jeans. He paid a lot of money to get them looking that way after all. "Hey, I'm more then just a pretty face, I'm Victor Stone." He offers a friendly smile kicking back in his stance relaxed and in control of the situation. "You want those things more dangerous I could see about upping the output on the emitters and see about making it so they can light stuff on fire." Clearly missing the sarcasm. "Hell give me about a week and I'll turn em into death rays." The broad smile comes back across his face from one ear to the other as he's rather clearly happy with himself.

Stardust has posed:
With an eyebrow arched at Raven, Stardust says "Oh come on, it's not like the hologram's gonna embarrass you. It dances pretty well." It's a fair bet she doesn't believe that's really Raven's concern, here.

Stardust looks down with a barely concealed grin and scuffs a toe back and forth on the floor, arms crossed. "The holograms are safe, Rae. I'm not actually messing with them, I'm just plugging different things into it. Well, when I say safe..." She looks up at Victor curiously. "They come with some kind of force field generator or something already, so they can be felt. So they're already dangerous. They're meant to be dangerous. We use them for training. However I'm not sure setting the Tower on fire would be a great idea. Or giving them death rays."

There's a moment's thoughtful silence from Stardust. "Actually now I think about it, maybe if they had death rays, we could send them to fight crime instead of us?"

Raven has posed:
    Raven's concerns are manyfold. She genuinely believes that mistreating tower technology will result in someone losing an arm, -probably- Robin, because that seems like something that'd happen to Robin, in her eyes.

    "You're not messing with them," she states, "But literally anything you do could create dangerous ripples that could get someone killed, or worse, interrupt my meditation. Like the -last- time."

    Her hands seek out her pockets, and she idly simmers about the whole hologram bearing her likeness fiasco. "No." she states after a short moment, the shadows starting to sort of pull away from other people over the course of maybe a second or two- really not enough time to be noticeable, but she is clearly not exactly as calm as she ought to be. "It just smiled. It needs to end."

    Her attention flits back to Colette at the last statement. "That's not a bad idea. Considering Beast Boy, I'm sure that we can make more use out of a murderous robot, regardless of how in control we may or may not be."

Cyborg has posed:
     "I wouldn't make a hologram that couldn't dance well." Victor counters with a reassuring smile as he still doesn't quite see the problem still. "Hey if style's a problem I can always switch the moveset." He motions over his shoulder while his free hand digs deep into the pockets of his varsity jacket. "Nothing more then a b-" He trails off slightly cocking his head to one side as he looks towards Raven.

     There's a long pause of him looking in that direction as he takes in what she just said. "Raven, I think your priorities are a bit outta order." He pauses. "I mean maybe it's just me but I think someone dieing's a little bit more of a problem then messing with someone's alone time" Pause for breath and thought. "There's a law against murder, but nothing against ruining someone's vibes" There's a long moments thought as he considers it all in his mind. "I mean I think so anyway." Sounding genuinely confused on the whole thing.

     "You imagine if that was a law though man?" He looks over to the group just rattling off on a tangent out of left field. "People being tazed for shifting the placement of potted plants and altering the fang shooey" Yes he did just butcher the pronunciation. Then he's right onto the next topic. "Hey you want omnicidal death holograms I'm your boy." He points to his chest. "Not intentionally, but uh, yeah."

Stardust has posed:
"C'mon. The city streets of Los Santos suddenly appearing in holographic 3D is worth interrupting your meditating for!" Stardust argues. "Besides, have you seen how bad a shot the cops in that game are? Robin's ninjas are much more likely to have someone's arm off.

Stardust points a finger at Victor. "You're overthinking it! What you have to understand is: Raven. Normal rules do not apply. Speaking of which, d'you think you could switch the animation moveset to like... standing in shadows while glowering fiercely and always somehow managing to have the world's most sarcastic response at hand? 'Cos smiling and dancing holo-Raven there may fracture reality. But yeah, you should totally come visit the Tower one day and take a look at the projectors in the Danger Room. "

Raven has posed:
    Raven can genuinely manage some of the creepiest and most horrifying responses that a hero ever could put together. "You've made a hologram of me that dances. This is anathema." she remarks, putting none too fine a point on the chill that is her opinion of the Dancing Raven hologram.

    Raven stares back, this unblinking, purple-hued pierce straight to the core of Victor, the kind of look that just -might- have been frightening if Raven were not an on-the-way-out-of teenage girl in a hoody. Then, the creepiness pops out in full.

    "My priorities are fine. You just overvalue life." Haha, yeah, okay Wednesday Addams can you just CHILL tho- Regardless, her attention shifts to Colette as Victor reminds Raven of all of the reasons she never socialized in High School. So -what- if her room has to be organized a specific way? It's important to the way it all feels.

    "I will begin bribing lobbyists posthaste." The whole of her response is hard to distinguish as either sarcasm or truth. She might do either.

    "Stardust speaks truth."

Cyborg has posed:
     Victor is silent for a long moment just looking right back at Raven. He's mulling things over in his head as the smile drops from his face before he just says. "Damn Raven, you can be scary when you want to." Before just breaking from the moment of fear to just laugh it up as he starts to think clearly she was just joking around and playing up the Goth chick shtick as part of her character. She was a hero after all that's what heroes do! "Had me going there for a minute."

     "Listen, if it's that big a deal, it doesn't take much to fix it." He pulls out what looks like a 3ds from his back pocket and start tapity tap taping out on its surface with his thumbs. It takes a few moments before Raven on the hologram stops smiling instead switching to a much more reserved light head-bob along with the music. "Few tweaks to the code here, bit of rewrite there..." He focuses for a moment as behind him one of the thugs he's been hanging out just whispers. "Neeeeeeerd" "What a dweeb" "Come on Poindexter quit showing off"

     Causing a laugh from the rest of the group as they just outright mock him behind his back. There's a definite mocking vitriol to their tone hidden behind a fake veneer of care that they hold just enough to keep on his good side for the money alone. It doesn't take a psychologist to see the clear sign's he's being used for his money.

     "And you're golden, I mean not literally because that'd just be tacky but still." He smiles from one ear to the other tucking away his control panel into his pocket. "See and the best part?" He pauses. "Nobody had to go getting their head ripped off by some giant shadow demon thing to make it happen" A light hearted jab given that direction as he checks his clock. "Hey, know you guys are busy saving the world, so how about I present the check, and you guys can head on your way?" Asked with a genuine friendly smile as he holds his arms out, pretending not to hear the mocking of his talents going on behind him from his 'friends'

Stardust has posed:
"This isn't Raven being scary," Stardust suggests. "This is relaxed, partying Raven. Chill Raven. Scary Raven is what you get when you accidentally blow something up when she's trying to concentrate. Let me assure you, when she wants you to stop something? She don't just quoth 'nevermore'. "

While Victor plays with his obviously-not-actually a 3DS, Stardust notes with an increasing frown the attitudes of Victor's posse. He might not notice, but she does, and she doesn't like it. It might take no pschologist to notice, but then she IS no psychologist. Arguably she's half psychologist, but unfortunately if so that's the first half.

She steps forwards, light on her feet, and greets the surrouding gang with a nod of the head. "Hey. You must be the hangers-on." Her eyes find the thug who'd made the "Neeeeeerd" coment, and she crosses her arms and smiles at him, an odd mix of body language that comes off rather predatory. "Hi!" There's a cheeriness in her tone that people who know her wouldn't read too much into. "I'm Stardust. The Dark God of Apokalips swore eternal vengeance on me in a falsetto voice when we were repelling his invasion. The reason being I'd just kicked him in the nuts so hard he couldn't tell yellow from wednesday. What do you do?" Her smile widens slightly.

Raven has posed:
    Raven knows more about dissecting emotions than literally anyone else, perhaps, that exists. She stares Victor down like a professional, even though she's relatively certain he's not -actually- particularly afraid of her. "The sense of security is false." she reassures, "I would rather it used none of my likeness whatsoever."

    Her attention then flits to the other 'friends' of Victor's. Her brow raises, but it's more of the same. Friends like that are easy for her to suss out- she could practically, for her anyways, smell it on them when they approached. They might be joking- in fact, they're probably not terrible people. Probably. But they're definitely the kind of brown-nosing personalities that either will end up dropping him the moment something bad happens, or alternatively, becoming friends for life. Either way, Raven watches the mockery occur, and her eyes narrow somewhat.

    Definitely not the kind of look you want someone like Raven to be giving you.

    Colette dispatches herself to take care of people who would be bullying Victor if he weren't the best combination of intelligent, rich, and good at sports to set their relatively limited social calculators on fire, and Raven offers this mild shrug. "I have been told that I am always some level of frightening."

    For a moment, she takes a backseat- prepared to back Colette up if she needs the help from Mean Girls Incarnate. She just sort of lingers there- kind of the exact sort of person that the other individuals in Victor's retinue would love to tear into if given the chance.

Cyborg has posed:
     There's a definite ignoring of what's going on behind him from Victor as he tries to salvage the situation in his own way. Yep, Goth chick's still not happy. And from the looks his 'friends' are about to be on the wrong side of a powerful hero. "Hey come on, they're just having fun, we're all friends here." He pauses for a moment. "Alright maybe not friends but I'd like to think I've left a good impression at least,"

     The big bad thugs seem to shrink back a bit when face to face with a genuine article 'hero' There's not much to say as their numbers don't exactly account for much when faced with a cape. Still the mouth of the group manages to pipe up with. "Damn victor why'd you have to invite the bi-" Before being cut off with a quick jab to the side by one of the other thugs. "Hell man, alright screw this noise." He starts backing off a bit further. "Don't need to take nothing from some freak, gotta build a better guest list next time man." Even as he's slinking further and further away trying to form a human shield around him with the other thuggish hangers on who all seem pretty terrified by the looks they're getting.

     "Come on guys, I know you're better then this." Victor calls out trying to calm the situation before it escalates to something it's not supposed to be. "How about we all just sit back, relax, have a few drinks and finish up the night with me handing over the check" He keeps that overly friendly facade up which to be fair for him is completely genuine, but there's still that nagging at the back of his mind this whole party could go south fast. "I don't need this turning into no bloodbath."

Stardust has posed:
Stardust's smile just widens at 'the mouth' as he backs away. Nothing anything other than purely one-hundred percent friendly in her expression! Apart from the eyes. The eyes say 'down boy.'

"All good here," Stardust says, turning back to Victor, her eyes now joined in the general expression of friendliness. "Just having a little banter with your crew. Funny guys! I almost laughed. So uh... what's all this about, anyway? I mean, party. Sure. But apart from that? I mean what inspired you to do all this? The whole fundraising thing. "

There's no sign of boodbaths coming from Stardust's quarter now at least. Maybe the odd grin or friendly wink in the direction of 'the Mouth' just to let him now she hasn't forgotten, but nothing more than that. For now at least. Nossir! Socializing, having a drink, dancing a bit, talking with Vic And The Holograms here. That's what it's all about.

Raven has posed:
    Victor starts running damage control, and for the short time that he's doing it, Raven just takes in all of the facts. She can feel what they are feeling, so there's basically no level of secret that can be kept from her. It's a shade south of mind-reading, and she somewhat can't help it, but she's also not really -trying- to shut it off at the moment.

    She doesn't really regard the thugs as they back off. Instead, she returns her attention to Victor. "I will live after their harrowing assault. Never before have I experienced the trauma of someone almost-but-not saying the word Bitch." There is a shrug that follows, then. "It wouldn't be a bloodbath. We are relatively clean. There would be very little mess."

    She's following along with the pair wherever they happen to be going, if they even happen to be going anywhere, and as Colette questions, Raven echoes. "We can't argue against the funding, but it did seem to happen... From nowhere, as it were. It seems like this celebration is only for the sake of celebration. Which makes it the worst kind of celebration."

    Victor's suggestions are taken into consideration, but admittedly, while Raven seems excessively high strung, that's only because she's incredibly high strung, with few outlets for relaxation.

    "I don't drink." Or dance, or party, or probably go outside? What does Raven even -do?-

Cyborg has posed:
     "They're really not that bad once you get to know them" Victor starts with a bit of a smile glad that things weren't nearly escelating as much as he was honestly worried they were about to he even relaxes and lets out a laugh at the comment about them being clean. "Well what can I say? If you guys are clean with it go right ahead, slaughter the whole party." Smile wide from one ear to the other.

    "Legally I don't either." Victor adds with a smirk at Raven's comment about drinking, with a bit of an innocent wink. Of course the truth was he could give Tony a run for his money some nights with the amount of drinking and other partying he tended to do, and was becoming a bit notorious for it and his parties on the internet.

     And finally he comes to the crux of the issue, the Why of it all. Not exactly a question he enjoyed having fielded his direction, but one that was inevitable. "Alright I'll level with you" He falls into a more relaxed stance now that most his 'posse' have taken to their own corners of the world. "I've always looked up to folks like you, what you do, and what you stand for." He tries to keep his voice down a bit even as he grabs a fresh drink letting it rest in his hand. "I've never been the best person, hell I'm usually more the kind of person you guys'd put a stop to then the kind you'd hang out with."

     He looks to the drink readying to kick it back and chug away only to toss it back down to the table deciding against it. "Teams like the Titans, they mean something to kids like I used to be, give us inner city types a chance to see something outside of ourselves you know?" There's a genuine care to his voice as he speaks opening up in a way he wasn't really sure he wanted to, but just going with it thanks to the slight buzz he's already under. "I'd never make it as a hero, but the way I figure it, the least I can do now I'm back in town is try and thank the people who inspired me to join the XFL, and at least do SOMETHING with my life more then running the streets dealing and breaking things."

     It's at that point the phone in his jacket starts to buzz, and victor looks a bit confused. He takes a moment to dig it out from deep in his pocket and starts entering the 86 digit security key from memory into its surface. "Wonder what he's texting about"

Stardust has posed:
Victor's reply gets an approving nod from Stardust. Who is also doesn't drinking and has something completely non-alcoholic in her hand. Honestly. "Yeah. That makes sense. Actually... I guess in a way it's a bit like football, right? I mean it's something to dream about. Most of... some of... well, sometimes you wake up one day with Superpowers, you know? And that can be a way out. Like football."

  There's certainly a point in there, and Stardust probably knows what it is, but she frowns thoughtfully as she talks, her mind not really on what she's saying. "Actually, you know? Hero isn't what you are, hero is what you do. Whether you try to make the world a better place or not. A hero is someone who tries really, really hard. Not someone who happens to be able to fly."

Stardust blinks a couple of times and gives a slight shake of her head as if waking out of a dream and trying to shake it away. "Uh. Anyway. Yeah, well we're glad people appreciate what we do. All in it together, right?"

Raven has posed:
    Raven is much more sardonic than really the conversation warrants at this particular juncture. Colette had asked, and Victor was abiding by basically pouring his heart out. To be fair, the person whose reaction mattered was Colette. Raven enjoyed the freedom of being the opinion most people didn't really need.

    "So you're the somewhat thuggish football player who really has a heart of gold." There's a pause, following. Raven can tell he's genuine, but she's a bitingly sarcastic person at basically all times. "They should make a movie. Really."

    Colette goes through the usual series of points that people like Superman make about heroes, and to that, Raven just sort of stares. She can't necessarily argue with the message- she believes most of it- but part of her genuinely feels like it's the sort of Feel Good message that nobody ever wants to hear. Without pulling her hands out of her pockets, she offers her own spin on it.

    "It's math. In your situation you don't get to do the big math, but that doesn't matter. All the math matters, whether it's plus billions or plus one. You just have to figure out whether on any given day, you're doing the math well enough to be plus one or minus one. Right now... You're breaking even. The check helps."

Cyborg has posed:
     "Pretty sure it's copper at best" Victor finally says after a long moments silence spent entering in his pin code. He wasn't trying to ignore them, far from it, it was just sometimes things cropped up that required more urgent attention. Eyes dart across the cellphone screen from one side to the other, even as he speaks. "I mean hell Raven, guy just goes out on a limb and opens his heart to his heroes and you gotta go smashing him back down to size." He shakes his head before laughing in spite of himself. "You do public bookings because we could use you at one of our games, after five minutes they'll either be ready to win the game or jump off a bridge."

     He looks back up offering a slight smile, before one last glance to the phone. Under his breath he can't help but mutter "Ah man." He pauses for a long moment. "That aint even right man," The phone gets tucked back into the pocket of his varsity jacket. "Hey normally I'm not the kind of guy who just shares a sob story and runs, but I gotta run and meet up with my folks."

     He motions over his shoulder already starting to move towards the door. A quick motion passes a check over towards Raven since she's the closest person to him. A cool 2 mill on a simple check. "My manager'll be around here somewhere I'll make sure he gives you the oversized check for show, but I really gotta get going."

     He starts off into a sprint cutting through the crowd like a red hot stake knife through butter. People either move out of the way or are moved out of the way as he starts off down the way. He'll have plenty of time to deal with lawsuits or whatever else later, right now he's gotta go and he's gotta go fast. "Loved meeting you guys, we'll have to hang out!" As he's vanishing from view the holographic display of Raven is switched out for a literal Raven, one last parting gift from the sports star on his way out the door.