Owner	Pose
Selina Kyle	The Iceberg Lounge is generally a safe haven for fellow villains to mingle and enjoy themselves without fear of retribution. Unfortunately, Catwoman has a tendency to sit on the fence between 'good' and 'bad'. Which of course means she has picked up a few enemies, even here. Hopefully the thugs that tried to attack her the last time she was here, wont think to look for her here a second time in a row. For now, she is enjoying the music and the food, and with Halloween coming up, the villains have their own little costume party, even if most of them are in their typical villainous costumes. Oh yes, Catwoman is here too, quite enjoying tonight's cat-themed party, with the waitresses and barkeeps dressed up in cat-like outfits, cute little cat decorations everywhere and lots of cat costumes. Not that they're celebrating this particular cat but hey, penguin night is probably tomorrow..
Felicia Hardy	Who would Felicia be if she were to miss 'CAT NIGHT' at the Iceberg, hmm? Even if it DID mean driving over the bridge to New Jersey on the stinky side of the river. Tight, black leather seems to be in vogue tonight, although her own costume sports a more traditional mask and is cut rather on the low side. Even amongst the waitresses and barkeeps, it's easy to spot one of the more authentic-looking Cats in all the attendees. The platinum blonde works around and through the crowd, no doubt more for show than anything else. And at last she finds herself face to face with Catwoman. Or technically, Catwoman #6. "Hi there, copycat." she greets, with a lazy smile.
Selina Kyle	Catwoman peers about at all the cute little cat costumes, wondering how many of these people are actually real catburglars like themselves, and how many of them are just fakes. Heck, any number of them could be the thugs who were looking for here the other night, so she has to be careful. Ooh, and then there's is the Infamous Black Cat. Almost as infamous as herself. Almost. She smirks as she twirls and dances, spying her fellow Catburglar, whom she knows by reputation more than anything and offers a sweeping, playful bow. "Well well, that's a pretty impressive costume, cats. Or are you the real deal?" she smiles impishly, looking her up and down with a critical eye, noting her graceful, athletic movements. Hmmm, maybe she's not another copycat.
Felicia Hardy	Black Cat moves with intentional, deliberate steps as she pads over. For all those curves, she's definitely an athlete under the snug-fitting leather. Even the smile could make a cover shot for a magazine. "I might ask the same of you, actually." she replies back, voice low and husky and playful. "But I hardly think that this is the proper venue to show our claws, as it were. Too many people with too many cell phone cameras. Might draw exactly the wrong kind of attention, would you agree?" Blue eyes wander rather openly, then, over the other's black costume before adding. "Very nice costume, yourself. Even looks tailor-made."
Selina Kyle	Catwoman smiles sweetly at the flattery, striking a dramatic, kitty-like pose, one hand on her hip, the other resting on her chin. "Mmm, charmed, I'm sure. And I assure you, this is the real deal. There can be only one Catwoman, all the rest are imposters.." eyes narrow slightly, "I don't like imposters.." For a moment, her gaze sweeps the crowds, and honestly, Black Cat is right, they are the best dressed cats here tonight. She smiles a bit, nodding appraisingly in turn to the other Cat burglar. "I could say the same for you. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were the real deal..You look a lot like the infamous Black Cat..Am I right?"
Felicia Hardy	Black Cat also strikes a pose, chuckling as she cocks her hip and offers an upturned wrist. The practiced eye would spot the grapple hook concealed in the white fur trim at the wrist, and now that they are this close the blonde's other gear also looks remarkably... functional. "A lady never tells." she quips back, eyes glancing side to side as she leans in. In a lower voice she adds "But I never claimed to be a lady."
Ivory	Not everybody in the Iceberg Loungue is a criminal mastermind. Or a criminal at all. Some people are just normal patrons. And if there is a CAT party, a certain Cat-designer couldn't miss that event. That's a designer that was designng under a cat branded logo and a cat name, maybe even a cat designing stuff, but not a designer for cats. It took Ivory some minutes to pay the fees before they slipped into the club, stretching. White Tuxedo with a black shirt underneath, the white hair showed off cat ears, and behind the flap of the suit there was a matching cat tail flicking free. Yes, matching the cat style tonight. Because why not? No mask, but the ears and tail do flick occasionally, and.. yes, those are slotted eyes. Someone went the extra miles.
Selina Kyle	Catwoman has quite a few different costumes, although tonight she is wearing a black leather halter top and partly shredded skin-tight leather pants, with chains hanging around her hips, cat ears and domino mask hiding her hair and some of her face. Ooh, are those real claws on her hands too, or just a really good nail job? Hard to tell really.. She grins and nods to Black Cat. "Wise words, if you're a regular around here and you've got lots of enemies.." she winks. "So what should I call you?" Out of the corner of her eye, she spies another cat, this one rather..Familiar. She smiles and waves towards Ivory, beckoning them to join her.
Ivory	Scanning the crowd, the white catperson surely would stand out against the more black cats, but then notices the beckeoning hand, moving towards the discussing two, a little smile on the face. A flick of the ear follows. "Who is the Maneki Neko of this night, if I may inquire?" they ask, bowing as the white tixedo wearing one stretches out a leg that is tucked in... well, someone went puss in boots with the white tux tonight, using high boots that fold over. In White.
Felicia Hardy	"You can call me Black Cat, of course." the costumed Felicia replies. "Certainly for conversational purposes." She points to Selina's costume, then. "Nice abs, by the way. And I won't ask where you get your manicure." Then Ivory approaches in the white tuxedo, catching Black Cat's eye as well. "Nice contrast, there. Not so sure I could pull off this outfit in white leather, of course."
Selina Kyle	Catwoman chuckles and nods. "Nice to meet you, Black Cat." She grins, "But of course, burglary gives one quite the workout..And quite the appetite afterwards, wouldn't you agree?" she practically purrs, stretching out one arm to examine her nails, "Of course this is but one of many costumes, one of the less practical, and therefore, more useful for show..And dancing." she grins. "Even so, I did not know that Black Cat lurked out in Gotham much..Guess you just couldn't stay away from the cat party, hmm?" she peers around thoughtfully, "Wonder who exactly came up with the idea, anyway.." makes her only mildly paranoid..She has enemies, afterall. To Ivory, she smiles and nods. "We meet again. It was Ivory, no? And I just *love* the white outfit, and the boots. Very stylish."
Ivory	"Oh, White fabric makes for a more regal outfit, and it also does fit the classic grimm tale better I believe, Miss Cat." Ivory notes with a smile, winking a little at Black Cat, just refering to the general style of the night. "Oh thank you Miss! I guess my face must have been somewhere where I was noticed from. What was the name again... You do look familiar though."
Felicia Hardy	Black Cat watches Ivory and Catwoman, cocking her hip to rest a hand upon it. A waiter passes with a tray of drinks and she deftly scoops up a glass of champagne with but a glance. "Oh, it's definitely you, of course. I'm just not sure that *I* would be bold enough to carry it off." Heh. Black Cat isn't bold enough. "But I love those boots, all the same. Perhaps I could go with white accessories against the black..."
Selina Kyle	Catwoman smiles and nods, "Mm, it really IS quite regal, although I find it gets dirty easily in my line of work..I respect anyone who can manage to pull it out without even the smallest scuff..' she nods appraisingly at Ivory, but hesitates on where exactly they met. She cant exactly give herself away now, can she? "Hmm, probably at another large social gathering like this one.." she smiles mysteriously but doesn't elaborate. "Anyway, nice to see you again. I am also curious, did you two design your own costumes? It looks like a lot of work." And she really does have an eye for these things. As that waiter passes, Catwoman also accepts a glass of champagne, lifting it to the others. "Cheers. To us kitties and our nine lives!" she offers.
Ivory	Ivory hmms as they scritch their chin, then chuckle some. "Well, you could try a white fuzzy neckline. It might draw the eyes from the contrast of skin and black to where you want it to settle." "Oh, I do design my own clothes, but that is after all what I do, Maneki-Neko." They muse vaguely, as there was still no name given. But taking a flute, they lift it to meet the glasses. "To the nine lives!"