So yesterday (12/12/12) we decided to hold a pre-apocalypse party. We figured that Apocalypse parties on the 21st would already be a fairly big thing, and post-apocalypse is just too mainstream these days.
We decided to 'suit up' as well dressed supervillians, some steampunk, some techno, some modern fashion, and head down to a nearby pub with an older decor.
Our group decided to name itself HUMAN.
Heinous
Underhanded
Malevolent
Association of
Ne'er-do-wells
It was an excellent little soiree.
My fiance and I were the best dressed there. We were a combination of Steampunk, modern fashion, with a touch of Dr Who. My fiance's character was that of a moderatly wealthy heiress who learned smuggling and forgery while at an all-girls boarding school. I was a modestly wealthy banker, accountant, and otherwise book keeper, who used the dowry of our wedding to purchase a yacht and started a travel company at my fiance's behest.
Of course the travel company is now a front for our smuggling operations. She makes the port and customs documents and looks after our guests while I handle the book keeping and the day to day management of the crew aboard our yacht.
During the party we struck an accord with the oil tycoon to sell him our yacht.
"500,000? Do we have an agreement then?"
"Sure."
*shake hands*
"Excellent, we have an accord, 600 thousand it is. I'll expect a check before we part for the evening"
And then I walked over to the fellow wearing the Deus Ex glasses, with a fancy pacemaker. What did he call it? Oh yes, an Arc Reactor. On his chest, you could see the light through his shirt. Man really needs to purchase a propper waistcoat. Anyway, I asked him how far 600k would get me in purchasing one of his new flying airships. He looked at me strangely, offered to do something with my arm, then gave me a quote. Excellent deal by the sounds of things. Imagine what our little travel company could do with a flying ship!
Yeah, excellent party.
Our next meeting might be held at a local pup, called the Hopp and Brew. More wood and brass than you can shake a stick at, they say. Sounds like our kind of interior.
As for the date?
Someone suggested 13/13/13, which is a bit of a paradox you see. As that would technically be the 13/01/14 but that is ages away. We'll likely meet again before that. Anything less would be...
*sunglasses*
...In-HUMAN of us.
