16232/Look who it is

Look who it is
Date of Scene:	01 November 2023
Location:	VIP Lounge - Hellfire Club
Synopsis:	Vault survivor Barbara Gordon meets with Batgirl Elektra at the Halloween afterparty.
Cast of Characters:	Barbara Gordon, Elektra Natchios

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Barbara Gordon has posed:
On the night of the Hellfire gala for Halloween...

Barbara had wandered around the joint in her blue and gold Vault-tech costume. If she were ever asked, she'd be hesitant to share how much she paid for it all, and even more hesitant to say that she has more than one since she wanted to have different Vault numbers on the back for each one. She's currently wearing the suit with the '69' selection due to the nature of the club itself. It's supposed to be an 'adult' place, right?

With leather adornments, such as paulderons over her shoulders, a thigh guard on her left thigh, a holster on her right, and an army helmet worn over her red locks, Babs looks the part of a true wasteland survivor...

She'd gotten up on the stage, and done a little performance for the costume contest, even aiming her toy pipe-gun at the audience for cheers and a few lewd comments, and made sure to keep the suit unzipped just enough to give an enticing view of her lovely skin beneath it.

All in good fun, right?

Moments ago, however, Babs had given her wrist-mounted 'Pip-Boy' away to a young Negasonic dressed as Malfoy from Harry Potter, and now the redheead wanders again. She gets around, around, around... with a drink in hand, smiling at the other guests as she passes them by, still in her lovely costume save for that Pip-boy wrist computer... truth is, her Batsuit back home has a much nicer one anyway!

Oh, and hanging from her hip now is a plushie Dobby the House Elf doll that Ellie had exchanged for the PIp-Boy.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
It's a night of festivities at the Hellfire. Booze flowing freely. Guests and members dressed in the most varied costumes one can imagine where not even the security officers barring the way to the VIP area were an exception, dressed as devils in red. One such devil had presented a pass to Barbara for her to move the VIP area. As to who had actually offered such? The security officer hadn't been forthcoming on who it was. Did he even know? Not likely.

The doors to the VIP area show even more outlandish outfits. Victorian era mostly, and true to the spirit of the place by showing a lot more skin than would be norm in those Victorian Ages. Scandalous amounts even. Still, there is a feeling of high society and old blood in the way the people in this area behave, many being old members of the famous club. And by the looks of it important ones at that.

One such member appears to dislodge herself from a conversation she was having with a pair of zombies and approaches. The suit? One that might call Barbara's attention considering it's a near replica of the one Elektra wore of Barbara's. Slick, tight, dark purple with a yellow bat over her chest. A mask covers her features, pointed ears up yet there's no mistaking that exotic chin or the dark pools of her eyes as the woman approaches. It's clearly Elektra.

"Will you think less of me if I tell you I don't know where that suit is from?" Says Batgirl Elektra, eyes going up and down over Barbara's figure.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Barbara had been talking to Emma Frost and Janet Van Dyne at the bar mere minutes ago, about joining the HFC no less. Thus when the invite to the vIP area came to her, she ultimately assumed it was from them. It even made her softly smile. She was holding a drink in her right hand as she passed inside the more exclusive area, and her green eyes went to roaming over all the pretty people in all their pretty clothing. That cynical side of Babs' mind came to the forefront, though, and she wondered how many illicit activities were happening here-in, or here-adjacent. She wondered how many of these people deserved to be in jail... But, she told herself that was a bad path to mentally go down.

Thankfully the appearance of... Batgirl approaching her drew Babs' eyes, and painted a big smile upon her face. As she came to a stop in front of the familiar features, she just grinned at her, and looked her over too. "Enjoyed it so much you had to have one done up, huh?" She asks, making her appraisal more openly-humorous as she tilts to the side to get a profile look at Elektra in the purple suit. She then nods and expresses her approval with a facial expression showing it. "Fits better than the other one..."

She grins again and glances down at herself, before she looks back up to Elektra again. "Fallout. It's a video game. It was a big part of my life about 9 years ago when I was in a pretty dark place. It kept me from falling further in to that darkness, by helping me have something else to do." She takes a sip from her glass, then adds. "If you ever try it, some of my mods from nine years ago are still the top rated on Nexus Mods website." She boasts, casually, and proud of her nerdhood.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Or maybe I stole yours." Elektra replies smoothly. Could it be? No, there are subtle differences and indeed the most important one is that it was made for her own physique even if the two women aren't that different where it comes to measurements. Yet if there's one thing she knows how to do well is the pose, for when she finally sashays close to Babs she makes sure to jut one hip to the side, hand resting on it, long legs extended.

"What can I say? I suppose she rubbed me the right way when we met." This about Batgirl, an amused little grin on her expression, visible under the half-mask. And then she listens to Barbara explaining about the origin of her suit. That dark place is something she was aware of already, part of Barbara's story having already been shared by the redhead, "We find solace in the most unexpected of places sometimes." she knew that from experience.

It's when Barbara then continues on and on about demonstrating her nerdhood that Elektra laughs at last, "This tells me you absolutely need a few more drinks. Come." she hooks her arm with Barbara's to lead her towards the bar.

"Enjoying our little party tonight?" There is nothing little about this party.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Elektra's antics garner a little melodic laugh from the Gothamite in the Vault-69 suit, that number not even yet visible to the Batgirl before her, leaving a bit of a reveal should Elektra get a back view shot of Babs some time soon! "Well, you look good in it all the same." She says of Elektra's own Batgirl attire. She moves with her too when her arm is hooked, and strides past a few scantily clad people with lingerie and feathery head dresses on. "I can say that this area is a bit more like what I was envisioning when I got the invite to come along. The main area is... well, much more main stream too. Plus I think there's a number of underage drinkers out there." She states with a glance over her shoulder toward the entrance to the VIp area. She flashes a grin back to Elektra. "Fake IDs are easy to get through on your little place here." She chides the other woman, then outwardly groans at herself.

"I'm so old..."

She takes another sip of her glass before she exhales lightly. "I'm having a good time though. I ran in to the fashionista Janet Van Dyne. She said that I should apply for membership... but... Eh. I've never been one for being judged by a 'council of elders.' I think they might not want Gotham Police Commissioner's daughter around here either." She glances to Ele again, showing off another light grin.

Passing by a questionable statue, of two--- no four people --doing questionable adult things, Babs smirks again. "Nice art." She says in a dry tone of voice. "Just what kind of Club is this?"

Elektra Natchios has posed:
The reveal of underage drinkers and fake IDs gets Elektra to mmmm thoughtfully. "Is that so?" she clicks her tongue, "There is a specific area for underaged people at the club, though I see you caught a few outside." she taps the counter and leans over to one of the scantily clad bartenders that nears them. A few whispers are exchanged before the man nods and walks out to most likely inform security.

They better run!

"Long time since you used a fake ID to get into places? Or were you too straight to do that?" She says it in a way of a tease to the redhead. No point in even asking Elektra most likely. It's clear she was a thrill-seeker since a young age.

As for memberships? Elektra chuckles softly. "Apply? The Club is invitation only, but you already have a few sponsors, perhaps it's time." she says in agreement, "We can arrange it. And don't worry, we even have Bruce Wayne among our members. You will fit right in."

Leaning in she then whispers at Barbara's ear, "Just remember, what happens in the Club stays in the Club." the teasing still in her voice. Yet that last question from Babs gets her to grin, "It's something that has to be shown and not simply spoken." she tells Barbara, "The question is, do you want to dare knowing what this Club is about?" her tone inviting.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
"Bruce Wayne..." Babs says with a small smirk. "He's getting up there in age himself. I rarely see him out of his office anymore." She has to play up the secret still, even after all these years! "And yes, I was 'too straight' to ever use a fake ID. It comes with the territory of my father, and that once upon a time I thought I'd be a Cop too. I think I still sound like one sometimes. I even have people ask me if I am one from time to time..." She mutters that last bit, before taking another sip from her drink.

She grins openly then toward Batgirl beside her, and glances again toward the statue of the four figures, before her gaze goes back to the other woman. She shrugs her shoulders, her leather pauldrons bouncing a little atop them. "Color me curious." She says of knowing what the Hellfire Club is all about. "But am I allowed to know the secrets without being such a priveledged person as to be a member?" She asks playfully back to the other woman as her drink is finished off, and she quickly finds a server coming to take the empty glass from her, almost as though the man had been watching her to wait for her to finish it. "Thanks." She quietly says, but instantly has another glass given to her with the exact same drink replacing it.

"Goodness. Service here is nice..." She notes, looking the scanntily clad servers over as they both come and go by.

Her eyes then dart back over to Elektra. "You tell me though. You know me well enough now. Would I enjoy it?" She asks finally. "Would I enjoy the 'secret?'"

Elektra Natchios has posed:
When Barbara reveals that people still treat her like a cop sometimes there's a grin of amusement on Elektra's expression, "Arrest me, officer. For I have sinned." she even offers her wrists up to Barbara for a moment before getting another drink, eyes following Barbara's when she checks out the servers, "Oh, it gets better." she promises. Sip from her drink.

It's when Barbara asks her if she'd enjoy the Club that Elektra watches her with a thoughtful mmm, "You will." she tells Barbara directly, "Because I know under this straight lace exterior there's a woman that likes enjoying life. You will have fun."

It's when Elektra spots that '69' on Barbara's back and she laughs softly again, "See? I was right about you."

Barbara Gordon has posed:
That last comment has Babs' doing a double-take back to Elektra as she remembers the number of the suit she's wearing. She laughs. "I'm trying to display my sense of humor level still being in the teenager range." She counters before she takes another sip of her drink. This is her fourth drink of the night though, and her head is already swimming from it. She knwos she shouldn't let her guard down by getting much more intoxicated than this, but it's hard. She's supposed to unwind tonight, right? But every time she's ever 'unwound' in the past ten years, she's just ended up thinking back to the night the Joker came a knockin' on her door.

That was another lifetime ago, a different Barbara...

"Then will you vouch for me?" She asks of Elektra with a grin cast over to the other woman. "Batgirl's vote would have to mean something special around here, right? And if I find out that this place is just like... a place where old people play Bingo, well then... sign me the fuck up." She jokes, grinning at her own dumb quips.

When a rather exposed person walks past her, and smiles at her, Babs reaches down to cover Dobby's wide-open eyes, making sure the plushie House Elf isn't scandalized by the woman's nearly entirely bare backside as she walks away.

"My poor Dobby. He'll never be the same after this." She states, giving a look sideward to Elektra. "Harry Potter. Surely you've seen it."