The Plaza Hotel was aglow, warm lights from within the building cascaded down the stairs, welcoming the guests the city's mayor had invited. It was a rare occasion, The Plaza Hotel of all places opening their doors to everyone. One phone call was all it took.
Tonight the Hotel would be responsible for more than just housing the elite that dwelled within it's walls, they would be providing the backdrop for the charity work that the Fisk Administration had promised. Various organizations would depend on the funding raised from FEAST and Green Cross to Médecins Sans Frontières and the Fisk Foundation, as well as all those in between. Money earned would be split evenly tonight.
Guests were met by an usher who guided them to the Grand Ballroom. A dazzling chandelier sent sparkling light cascading through the room, dresses and suits alike, would glitter and glow tonight. Tables had been set up for those who wished to partake in wining and dining, menus were placed amongst the centerpieces, a secondary option for those dissatisfied with the options provided. Waiters traveled with plates of hor d'œuvres, small bite sized snacks for the guests, such as deviled eggs, smoked salmon, mini crab cakes, caprese skewers, beef as well as tofu sliders, and skewers containing green grapes and strawberries shaped into roses.
There was an additional table set up nearby which had refreshments: Bottled water, raspberry coconut margaritas, old fashioned, mint juleps, whiskey sours, la grande dame, and pêche mignon. In addition to the drinks, a trio of four tiered stands from the bottom up held tea sandwiches, scones, a variety of cheeses, and macaroons, staff members stood nearby ready to assist if help was required and replenish the supplies.
An orchestra was set up on the stage, orchestral arrangements of Holiday songs playing in the background, an effort not to overpower the conversations that were bound to happen tonight.
The mayor signaled for them to stop as he stepped up to the microphone onstage, "I would like to welcome everyone to the Holiday Gala." He paused, allowing for applause, and then continued. "This is your night, a night for the people of our city to come together, from all walks of life. As much as it is important to acknowledge the bad that has happened this year, it is equally important to celebrate the triumphs."
"New Yorkers, we survived attacks by The Void, blackouts that left us powerless, zombies that descended upon our city, the seeds of divisiveness the Friends of Humanity tried to sow between us, and natural disasters that saw our great city flooded. This year, we emerge triumphant over everything that came our way."
"In light of all we have faced, I encourage all of you to take this night, dance, sing, and perhaps, most importantly, donate to the organizations that have been working to help when the odds are stacked against everyday people. We have representatives from FEAST, Green Cross, Médecins Sans Frontières and the Fisk Foundation. Not only are they here to tell you what they do, but they are also here to garner your support for their causes. Anything you can donate is appreciated, and it will be doubled with contributions from the Fisk Administration. Thank you, all of you, for coming here tonight. There is food and refreshments, feel free to help yourself." Fisk stepped away from the microphone, the orchestra picked up in volume, continuing with their rendition of the song they had paused.
The ballroom was lively, chatter filled the room as those in attendance got into the swing of things.
Tags, but be aware, this is an open RP, hop in at your leisure:
Nathan arrived wearing a bespoke suit. It made him almost unrecognisable since he wasn’t in either a blue and yellow suit or battered combat gear and pouches. Instead, he looked almost… normal. Or as normal as a bulky 6 foot 8 inch man with a metal arm and a glowing eye can look.
He took a bottled water and wandered around, looking at things. The ballroom was grand. And festive. And fancy. He was a multimillionaire from his mercenary work and his legal career, but even so he felt slightly out of place here as he was more used to being a soldier than anything else.
Danny arrived early, his suit was simple, fitting for the cold. He approached the man with a glowing eye, a pêche mignon in hand. He offered a bow to them.
"Namaste, I am Danny. I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting."
Nathan looked at the man as he bowed. He didn’t find it strange, he was from a future where many had different customs and came from different cultures.
‘No, I don’t believe we have either,’ Nathan said as he screwed the cap back on his bottled water. ‘Hello, Danny, I’m Nathan.’
Nathan nodded as he put it together who this man was. He didn’t need to use his telepathy for that. ‘Iron Fist,’ he said. ‘I’ve heard of you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.’
‘Ah yes. Well, I’m the son of Scott Summers and a clone of Jean Grey,’ Nathan said. ‘I was brought to the 40th century to cure my terminal illness, except they never did cure it, but instead my mutant powers activated and hold it in stasis. I live here now.’ A pause. ‘I’m also a Harvard educated lawyer.’ He unscrewed the cap to his water again and took a sip. Nobody ever seemed to believe his story out of the gate anyway.
The Plaza Hotel was aglow, warm lights from within the building cascaded down the stairs, welcoming the guests the city's mayor had invited. It was a rare occasion, The Plaza Hotel of all places opening their doors to everyone. One phone call was all it took.
Tonight the Hotel would be responsible for more than just housing the elite that dwelled within it's walls, they would be providing the backdrop for the charity work that the Fisk Administration had promised. Various organizations would depend on the funding raised from FEAST and Green Cross to Médecins Sans Frontières and the Fisk Foundation, as well as all those in between. Money earned would be split evenly tonight.
Guests were met by an usher who guided them to the Grand Ballroom. A dazzling chandelier sent sparkling light cascading through the room, dresses and suits alike, would glitter and glow tonight. Tables had been set up for those who wished to partake in wining and dining, menus were placed amongst the centerpieces, a secondary option for those dissatisfied with the options provided. Waiters traveled with plates of hor d'œuvres, small bite sized snacks for the guests, such as deviled eggs, smoked salmon, mini crab cakes, caprese skewers, beef as well as tofu sliders, and skewers containing green grapes and strawberries shaped into roses.
There was an additional table set up nearby which had refreshments: Bottled water, raspberry coconut margaritas, old fashioned, mint juleps, whiskey sours, la grande dame, and pêche mignon. In addition to the drinks, a trio of four tiered stands from the bottom up held tea sandwiches, scones, a variety of cheeses, and macaroons, staff members stood nearby ready to assist if help was required and replenish the supplies.
An orchestra was set up on the stage, orchestral arrangements of Holiday songs playing in the background, an effort not to overpower the conversations that were bound to happen tonight.
The mayor signaled for them to stop as he stepped up to the microphone onstage, "I would like to welcome everyone to the Holiday Gala." He paused, allowing for applause, and then continued. "This is your night, a night for the people of our city to come together, from all walks of life. As much as it is important to acknowledge the bad that has happened this year, it is equally important to celebrate the triumphs."
"New Yorkers, we survived attacks by The Void, blackouts that left us powerless, zombies that descended upon our city, the seeds of divisiveness the Friends of Humanity tried to sow between us, and natural disasters that saw our great city flooded. This year, we emerge triumphant over everything that came our way."
"In light of all we have faced, I encourage all of you to take this night, dance, sing, and perhaps, most importantly, donate to the organizations that have been working to help when the odds are stacked against everyday people. We have representatives from FEAST, Green Cross, Médecins Sans Frontières and the Fisk Foundation. Not only are they here to tell you what they do, but they are also here to garner your support for their causes. Anything you can donate is appreciated, and it will be doubled with contributions from the Fisk Administration. Thank you, all of you, for coming here tonight. There is food and refreshments, feel free to help yourself." Fisk stepped away from the microphone, the orchestra picked up in volume, continuing with their rendition of the song they had paused.
The ballroom was lively, chatter filled the room as those in attendance got into the swing of things.
Tags, but be aware, this is an open RP, hop in at your leisure:
Nathan arrived wearing a bespoke suit. It made him almost unrecognisable since he wasn’t in either a blue and yellow suit or battered combat gear and pouches. Instead, he looked almost… normal. Or as normal as a bulky 6 foot 8 inch man with a metal arm and a glowing eye can look.
He took a bottled water and wandered around, looking at things. The ballroom was grand. And festive. And fancy. He was a multimillionaire from his mercenary work and his legal career, but even so he felt slightly out of place here as he was more used to being a soldier than anything else.
Danny arrived early, his suit was simple, fitting for the cold. He approached the man with a glowing eye, a pêche mignon in hand. He offered a bow to them.
"Namaste, I am Danny. I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting."
Nathan looked at the man as he bowed. He didn’t find it strange, he was from a future where many had different customs and came from different cultures.
‘No, I don’t believe we have either,’ Nathan said as he screwed the cap back on his bottled water. ‘Hello, Danny, I’m Nathan.’
Nathan nodded as he put it together who this man was. He didn’t need to use his telepathy for that. ‘Iron Fist,’ he said. ‘I’ve heard of you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.’
The Plaza Hotel was aglow, warm lights from within the building cascaded down the stairs, welcoming the guests the city's mayor had invited. It was a rare occasion, The Plaza Hotel of all places opening their doors to everyone. One phone call was all it took.
Tonight the Hotel would be responsible for more than just housing the elite that dwelled within it's walls, they would be providing the backdrop for the charity work that the Fisk Administration had promised. Various organizations would depend on the funding raised from FEAST and Green Cross to Médecins Sans Frontières and the Fisk Foundation, as well as all those in between. Money earned would be split evenly tonight.
Guests were met by an usher who guided them to the Grand Ballroom. A dazzling chandelier sent sparkling light cascading through the room, dresses and suits alike, would glitter and glow tonight. Tables had been set up for those who wished to partake in wining and dining, menus were placed amongst the centerpieces, a secondary option for those dissatisfied with the options provided. Waiters traveled with plates of hor d'œuvres, small bite sized snacks for the guests, such as deviled eggs, smoked salmon, mini crab cakes, caprese skewers, beef as well as tofu sliders, and skewers containing green grapes and strawberries shaped into roses.
There was an additional table set up nearby which had refreshments: Bottled water, raspberry coconut margaritas, old fashioned, mint juleps, whiskey sours, la grande dame, and pêche mignon. In addition to the drinks, a trio of four tiered stands from the bottom up held tea sandwiches, scones, a variety of cheeses, and macaroons, staff members stood nearby ready to assist if help was required and replenish the supplies.
An orchestra was set up on the stage, orchestral arrangements of Holiday songs playing in the background, an effort not to overpower the conversations that were bound to happen tonight.
The mayor signaled for them to stop as he stepped up to the microphone onstage, "I would like to welcome everyone to the Holiday Gala." He paused, allowing for applause, and then continued. "This is your night, a night for the people of our city to come together, from all walks of life. As much as it is important to acknowledge the bad that has happened this year, it is equally important to celebrate the triumphs."
"New Yorkers, we survived attacks by The Void, blackouts that left us powerless, zombies that descended upon our city, the seeds of divisiveness the Friends of Humanity tried to sow between us, and natural disasters that saw our great city flooded. This year, we emerge triumphant over everything that came our way."
"In light of all we have faced, I encourage all of you to take this night, dance, sing, and perhaps, most importantly, donate to the organizations that have been working to help when the odds are stacked against everyday people. We have representatives from FEAST, Green Cross, Médecins Sans Frontières and the Fisk Foundation. Not only are they here to tell you what they do, but they are also here to garner your support for their causes. Anything you can donate is appreciated, and it will be doubled with contributions from the Fisk Administration. Thank you, all of you, for coming here tonight. There is food and refreshments, feel free to help yourself." Fisk stepped away from the microphone, the orchestra picked up in volume, continuing with their rendition of the song they had paused.
The ballroom was lively, chatter filled the room as those in attendance got into the swing of things.
Tags, but be aware, this is an open RP, hop in at your leisure:
Nathan arrived wearing a bespoke suit. It made him almost unrecognisable since he wasn’t in either a blue and yellow suit or battered combat gear and pouches. Instead, he looked almost… normal. Or as normal as a bulky 6 foot 8 inch man with a metal arm and a glowing eye can look.
He took a bottled water and wandered around, looking at things. The ballroom was grand. And festive. And fancy. He was a multimillionaire from his mercenary work and his legal career, but even so he felt slightly out of place here as he was more used to being a soldier than anything else.
Danny arrived early, his suit was simple, fitting for the cold. He approached the man with a glowing eye, a pêche mignon in hand. He offered a bow to them.
"Namaste, I am Danny. I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting."
Nathan looked at the man as he bowed. He didn’t find it strange, he was from a future where many had different customs and came from different cultures.
‘No, I don’t believe we have either,’ Nathan said as he screwed the cap back on his bottled water. ‘Hello, Danny, I’m Nathan.’
Nathan nodded as he put it together who this man was. He didn’t need to use his telepathy for that. ‘Iron Fist,’ he said. ‘I’ve heard of you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.’
The Plaza Hotel was aglow, warm lights from within the building cascaded down the stairs, welcoming the guests the city's mayor had invited. It was a rare occasion, The Plaza Hotel of all places opening their doors to everyone. One phone call was all it took.
Tonight the Hotel would be responsible for more than just housing the elite that dwelled within it's walls, they would be providing the backdrop for the charity work that the Fisk Administration had promised. Various organizations would depend on the funding raised from FEAST and Green Cross to Médecins Sans Frontières and the Fisk Foundation, as well as all those in between. Money earned would be split evenly tonight.
Guests were met by an usher who guided them to the Grand Ballroom. A dazzling chandelier sent sparkling light cascading through the room, dresses and suits alike, would glitter and glow tonight. Tables had been set up for those who wished to partake in wining and dining, menus were placed amongst the centerpieces, a secondary option for those dissatisfied with the options provided. Waiters traveled with plates of hor d'œuvres, small bite sized snacks for the guests, such as deviled eggs, smoked salmon, mini crab cakes, caprese skewers, beef as well as tofu sliders, and skewers containing green grapes and strawberries shaped into roses.
There was an additional table set up nearby which had refreshments: Bottled water, raspberry coconut margaritas, old fashioned, mint juleps, whiskey sours, la grande dame, and pêche mignon. In addition to the drinks, a trio of four tiered stands from the bottom up held tea sandwiches, scones, a variety of cheeses, and macaroons, staff members stood nearby ready to assist if help was required and replenish the supplies.
An orchestra was set up on the stage, orchestral arrangements of Holiday songs playing in the background, an effort not to overpower the conversations that were bound to happen tonight.
The mayor signaled for them to stop as he stepped up to the microphone onstage, "I would like to welcome everyone to the Holiday Gala." He paused, allowing for applause, and then continued. "This is your night, a night for the people of our city to come together, from all walks of life. As much as it is important to acknowledge the bad that has happened this year, it is equally important to celebrate the triumphs."
"New Yorkers, we survived attacks by The Void, blackouts that left us powerless, zombies that descended upon our city, the seeds of divisiveness the Friends of Humanity tried to sow between us, and natural disasters that saw our great city flooded. This year, we emerge triumphant over everything that came our way."
"In light of all we have faced, I encourage all of you to take this night, dance, sing, and perhaps, most importantly, donate to the organizations that have been working to help when the odds are stacked against everyday people. We have representatives from FEAST, Green Cross, Médecins Sans Frontières and the Fisk Foundation. Not only are they here to tell you what they do, but they are also here to garner your support for their causes. Anything you can donate is appreciated, and it will be doubled with contributions from the Fisk Administration. Thank you, all of you, for coming here tonight. There is food and refreshments, feel free to help yourself." Fisk stepped away from the microphone, the orchestra picked up in volume, continuing with their rendition of the song they had paused.
The ballroom was lively, chatter filled the room as those in attendance got into the swing of things.
Tags, but be aware, this is an open RP, hop in at your leisure:
Nathan arrived wearing a bespoke suit. It made him almost unrecognisable since he wasn’t in either a blue and yellow suit or battered combat gear and pouches. Instead, he looked almost… normal. Or as normal as a bulky 6 foot 8 inch man with a metal arm and a glowing eye can look.
He took a bottled water and wandered around, looking at things. The ballroom was grand. And festive. And fancy. He was a multimillionaire from his mercenary work and his legal career, but even so he felt slightly out of place here as he was more used to being a soldier than anything else.
Danny arrived early, his suit was simple, fitting for the cold. He approached the man with a glowing eye, a pêche mignon in hand. He offered a bow to them.
"Namaste, I am Danny. I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting."
Nathan looked at the man as he bowed. He didn’t find it strange, he was from a future where many had different customs and came from different cultures.
‘No, I don’t believe we have either,’ Nathan said as he screwed the cap back on his bottled water. ‘Hello, Danny, I’m Nathan.’
The Plaza Hotel was aglow, warm lights from within the building cascaded down the stairs, welcoming the guests the city's mayor had invited. It was a rare occasion, The Plaza Hotel of all places opening their doors to everyone. One phone call was all it took.
Tonight the Hotel would be responsible for more than just housing the elite that dwelled within it's walls, they would be providing the backdrop for the charity work that the Fisk Administration had promised. Various organizations would depend on the funding raised from FEAST and Green Cross to Médecins Sans Frontières and the Fisk Foundation, as well as all those in between. Money earned would be split evenly tonight.
Guests were met by an usher who guided them to the Grand Ballroom. A dazzling chandelier sent sparkling light cascading through the room, dresses and suits alike, would glitter and glow tonight. Tables had been set up for those who wished to partake in wining and dining, menus were placed amongst the centerpieces, a secondary option for those dissatisfied with the options provided. Waiters traveled with plates of hor d'œuvres, small bite sized snacks for the guests, such as deviled eggs, smoked salmon, mini crab cakes, caprese skewers, beef as well as tofu sliders, and skewers containing green grapes and strawberries shaped into roses.
There was an additional table set up nearby which had refreshments: Bottled water, raspberry coconut margaritas, old fashioned, mint juleps, whiskey sours, la grande dame, and pêche mignon. In addition to the drinks, a trio of four tiered stands from the bottom up held tea sandwiches, scones, a variety of cheeses, and macaroons, staff members stood nearby ready to assist if help was required and replenish the supplies.
An orchestra was set up on the stage, orchestral arrangements of Holiday songs playing in the background, an effort not to overpower the conversations that were bound to happen tonight.
The mayor signaled for them to stop as he stepped up to the microphone onstage, "I would like to welcome everyone to the Holiday Gala." He paused, allowing for applause, and then continued. "This is your night, a night for the people of our city to come together, from all walks of life. As much as it is important to acknowledge the bad that has happened this year, it is equally important to celebrate the triumphs."
"New Yorkers, we survived attacks by The Void, blackouts that left us powerless, zombies that descended upon our city, the seeds of divisiveness the Friends of Humanity tried to sow between us, and natural disasters that saw our great city flooded. This year, we emerge triumphant over everything that came our way."
"In light of all we have faced, I encourage all of you to take this night, dance, sing, and perhaps, most importantly, donate to the organizations that have been working to help when the odds are stacked against everyday people. We have representatives from FEAST, Green Cross, Médecins Sans Frontières and the Fisk Foundation. Not only are they here to tell you what they do, but they are also here to garner your support for their causes. Anything you can donate is appreciated, and it will be doubled with contributions from the Fisk Administration. Thank you, all of you, for coming here tonight. There is food and refreshments, feel free to help yourself." Fisk stepped away from the microphone, the orchestra picked up in volume, continuing with their rendition of the song they had paused.
The ballroom was lively, chatter filled the room as those in attendance got into the swing of things.
Tags, but be aware, this is an open RP, hop in at your leisure:
Nathan arrived wearing a bespoke suit. It made him almost unrecognisable since he wasn’t in either a blue and yellow suit or battered combat gear and pouches. Instead, he looked almost… normal. Or as normal as a bulky 6 foot 8 inch man with a metal arm and a glowing eye can look.
He took a bottled water and wandered around, looking at things. The ballroom was grand. And festive. And fancy. He was a multimillionaire from his mercenary work and his legal career, but even so he felt slightly out of place here as he was more used to being a soldier than anything else.
Danny arrived early, his suit was simple, fitting for the cold. He approached the man with a glowing eye, a pêche mignon in hand. He offered a bow to them.
"Namaste, I am Danny. I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting."
¤ Daredevil stood on the rooftop, addressing the crowd he had gathered.
"We're going to do five things here. First, we're going to need to secure the civilians within The Hand, that is the children, no matter what else happens we get them out of there. Second, we need to take down their security measures, which is most likely going to be the evil immortal ninjas. Third, we need to break the seals that are in the bases, I think there are five of those. Fourth, we need to send this demon back where it came from, which is likely going to be easier said than done. And fifth, which is most important, we're not going to die while we're getting this done. We are all going home when this is over."
¤ He opens up the case next to him, where ziploc bags have been prepared for the group, and a few extras.
"Whether you are religious or not, you're all going to take a vial of holy water, salt, and a rosary, which is what's in these bags. If that demon tries anything I would rather all of you be safe than sorry. I don't know the full extent of what the demon is capable of and I don't want to risk losing any of you."
Where do I begin? The amount of sleep you're getting, if you have had any food today, if you had anything to drink today, if you have had an hour to yourself today, the last time you meditated, would you like me to continue? The wall is only strong as the weakest brick.
Where do I begin? The amount of sleep you're getting, if you have had any food today, if you had anything to drink today, if you have had an hour to yourself today, the last time you meditated, would you like me to continue? The wall is only strong as the weakest brick.
Where do I begin? The amount of sleep you're getting, if you have had any food today, if you had anything to drink today, if you have had an hour to yourself today, the last time you meditated, would you like me to continue? The wall is only strong as the weakest brick.
Where do I begin? The amount of sleep you're getting, if you have had any food today, if you had anything to drink today, if you have had an hour to yourself today, the last time you meditated, would you like me to continue? The wall is only strong as the weakest brick.
Where do I begin? The amount of sleep you're getting, if you have had any food today, if you had anything to drink today, if you have had an hour to yourself today, the last time you meditated, would you like me to continue? The wall is only strong as the weakest brick.
izzy806
origamiaround
gummygunk
prguitarman
annaxmalina
dailybridgerton
titsay
kaledo-art
