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Post by Odin on Jan 19, 2009 23:49:35 GMT -5
((OOC: Set the night before the inauguration and open.))
::Odin came to the Hellfire Club from habit: for relaxation and refuge. Somehow, this past year, he had become a New Yorker. Strange, how that happened.
There was no better place for a mutant to go in New York than here, on a night such as this. In fourteen hours, there would be a new president, and possibly Hell to pay. Not wishing to ruminate, he sought out the club. He paid for a rum and coke and settled at the bar, listening to conversations around him, and trying to distract himself.::
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 9:15:54 GMT -5
Monet found herself more distressed by the upcoming inauguration than she would have liked to admit. In her restlessness, she returned to the mutant club, Hellfire. Something about it's exclusiveness appealed to her. She didn't have to worry about the bias of her peers or the prying of the paparazzi.
She was dressed more casually than normal, in a pair of red corduroy flared pants, black flats, and a black fitted sweater.
She entered the club with more irritation to her regular glare than usual. She sat on a bar stool and folded her arms, resting her chin on them. When the bartender approached her, she ordered a beer, which was totally out of character for her.
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 9:23:31 GMT -5
::An unfamiliar woman sat down on a stool near Odin, which activated his sense, and he promptly ignored it. It was redundancy, that she was a mutant and at the Hellfire Club. He turned, however, curiosity getting the better of him to know who was sitting beside him; he could feel the irritation from her, similar to his own, and what many other mutants undoubtedly felt at the same time. It would be a long four years.
Drink in hand and sipping slowly, he took in her outfit - casual yet somehow on the expensive side -, her hair style and basic appearance. He pegged her for blue blood.::
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 9:29:05 GMT -5
Monet felt eyes on her. She rolled her head to the side, not raising it and saw the man near her. Her eyes were cold, but the cold was rarely directed at anyone. More to distract herself than anything, she asked, "Buy you a drink, stranger?"
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 9:35:11 GMT -5
::Odin was unused to that offer being tossed around to him; the few times he met strangers in clubs, he was expected as a man to purchase drinks, or each paid for himself. The question she posed and her tone confirmed his suspicion of money, however, and gave a steak of independence. He lifted his drink, to show he already had one.:: "Thanks, but I'm fine."
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 9:37:25 GMT -5
Monet sighed and lifted her head. "Conversation, then? I hear that's free."
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 9:39:16 GMT -5
::A strange reversal, as Odin also tended to initiate conversation in these settings. Not that he would turn down one now, regardless of who made first move. He needed the distraction.:: "Choose the topic."
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 10:06:27 GMT -5
Monet moved from her bar stool to the one between them, sliding her cold beer beside her. "You follow politics?" She asked, leaning an elbow on the bar and resting her chin on her hand.
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 10:09:10 GMT -5
::Of course she was upset for the same reason Odin himself was. What self-aware mutant coul dbe otherwise? Odin nodded, and adjusted the frames on his nose with his index finger.:: "Religiously, and I see why you need a beer tonight."
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 10:13:03 GMT -5
Monet looked at the beer, then back at the man. "I get it, I mean, I know that the Vice President elect is anti-mutant, but what are we really looking at here?" She still hadn't tasted her beer and wasn't sure if she would. She wasn't sure why she had even ordered it. "I've never been all that interested in politics." She admitted with the hint of an embarrassed smile.
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 10:17:43 GMT -5
::Odin set his glass down on the bar, not one to simultaneously drink and speak seriously. He listened carefully to her tone, forming opinions about her possible background from that and the admission.:: "Do you want what we're practically looking at, or the worst of all cases?"
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 10:22:15 GMT -5
Like her choice of dress that night and her drink order, Monet was in rare form in the sense that she was actually interested. "I want to know what's going on, but I also want to know the possibilities. I mean, just since the election, my life has changed, how bad is this going to get?"
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 10:29:54 GMT -5
"Only the political insiders can say how bad it's going to get," ::Odin told her. He disliked admitting that he didn't know everything, but he was a pragmatist, and preferred facts in order.:: "There are two problems here: public opinion and conservative policies. Public opinion has dipped, searching for a scapegoat and landing squarely on mutants. That left to its own devices will level off in a month or two, provided that the economy has leveled off. Policies in office are harder to trace, because our next president doesn't foam at the mouth like his vice president does, but he's not with us."
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 10:34:16 GMT -5
Monet listened closely, which was difficult for her due to lack of practice. After a long moment of thought, she said, "I can attest to the shift in public opinion." She decided not to delve into her personal struggles as a minor celebrity. It didn't seem appropriate. "So far as policy goes, what are the possibilities?"
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 10:43:44 GMT -5
::Odin wondered briefly if this was how his mentor felt, answering question after question through speculation. That wasn't the life he had chosen, and he pushed the thought aside.:: "Possibly nothing. Possibly a reintroduction of the Registration Act. In one of the debates, Bridge promised not to push for it, but he also said he wouldn't veto it."
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