#aftermasquerade

[spyderwomcn]

Working for Fisk was far from a picnic, but Jess hadn’t expected it to be. There were more than enough people who burst into the party and had to be casually removed, either with Jess giving the order to the boys at the door or dealing with it herself, a finger hooked into the troublemaker’s collar allowing her to literally throw them out on the street. On the whole, though, it seemed to be going pretty well – at least until Jess finally met the gaze of a person that had been watching her for a few beats too long across the crowd.

She made her way through the people, a smile on her face as she walked towards them. “In my experience, someone looking like that only means one of two things,” Jess said, in place of greeting. “Either you’re here for a good time, or you’re here to make trouble. I’m not a glorified babysitter, but if it’s the second option…”

[mynameiscaroldanvers]

“Am I the only one here who thinks champagne is pointless?” Carol was leaning on the bar, sort of undercutting the look Johnson had so carefully crafted for her. But she couldn’t help it. Just because she was dressed to the nines didn’t mean she was going to spend the night smiling politely and sipping weak bubbly drinks. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror behind the bar though, and she smiled. “She does have an eye for dresses, I’ll give her that,” she murmured, mostly to herself. She turned to the person beside her. “Normally I’d never be caught dead in something like this, but I do look damn good.” 

[al-ghuul-aftermatha]

Deciding to come to Fisk’s party had been a tricky decision; the whole city had been invited, and there wasn’t even an inkling of doubt in Ra’s mind that many of the so-called heroes would be in attendance, be it to keep an eye on Fisk himself or the other attendees.  It was a risk, to be sure, going out amongst them.

And yet.  It was to be a masquerade party, so his face would be largely concealed, and he looked at least a decade a younger than the most recently circulated photos (rare as they were) amongst law enforcement had shown him to be, thanks to his dip in the Lazarus Pit.  Most of the world thought him dead (though he had little doubt that particular illusion would be rapidly diminished over the next few weeks thanks to Nyssa).  

And it’s been ages since he’d been to a party other than one of the League’s few celebrations.  The last one comparable had been... ah, yes.  Last time he was in New York, tail end of the 60s.  Rubbing shoulders with the very high society people he’d denigrate to Melisande at Woodstock.

This was certainly no Black and White Ball, but it was entertaining, nonetheless, if more for the masked attendees than the amenities.  He was pretending to admire one of the paintings on the wall (watching someone who moved distinctly like a warrior in his periphery move along the edges of the room) when someone brushed up against his shoulder, immediately diverting his attention.  

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stand in the way of walking traffic.”

[evolvingeve]

Eve was in awe. Everything was very impressive. Bright chandeliers that glinted off of every glass and diamond, the smell of food thick and savory in the air, the clicking sound of heels and swish of expensive dresses barely audible under the energetic music playing. It made her every circuit buzz and vibrate. 

“I never imagined it would be like this,” she breathed, gazing around. Where did one start? With the food, the dancing, the artwork? And the people. There were so many. “Mr. Fisk must be a very gracious host, to invite so many to celebrate with him.”

[blueroboticbitch]

“This artwork is stupid,” she muttered, squinting at the painting in front of her. “I don’t understand what’s so impressive about a canvas painted white.” She scoffed, eyes sliding to the one beside it. “Or one with black lines. This is supposed to be worth something?” She shook her head. “No one would pay a single credit for this. I wouldn’t even use it as firewood.”

[darrenagonistescross-blog]

@ofhopevandyne

Darren had to admit, if only to himself, that he’d always been attracted to Hope. Maybe it was the fact that she was a powerful woman, and like him, she excelled in business and in commanding a room. She was beautiful and smart, and since their families had both known each other, they’d practically grown up together. There were plenty of things to appreciate about her. Now, he appreciated the opportunity she presented him as a way to both hurt his mentor and Scott Lang.

She was away from Scott right now, which was good. It meant he couldn’t intervene or correct Darren on what alternative truths he wanted to fill her head with. “Hope,” he said as he approached her, pretending as if he didn’t know the name the Red Room had bestowed upon her. “It’s so good to see you! I should’ve known the news was lying when they said you were dead.”

[theaftermathrp]

In celebration of the thriving spirit of New York in its success at surviving the the attack on the city by the escaped prisoners of the Raft and the Arkham Asylum, Wilson Fisk is throwing a party that everyone is invited to!

The party will take place on Saturday, August 3rd at the Spyglass Rooftop Bar, which has an amazing view of the Empire State Building. There’s a private art gallery set up to display Fisk’s collection, but it also serves as a place for couples to have some private time for themselves too. There will be dancing and a live jazz band. The bar will be serving free cocktails, and there will be plenty of fancy food available for everyone to enjoy. 

Security guards will be present to make sure no fights break out. Jessica Drew will be leading the security, and there will be metal detectors at the entrances to prevent weapons from being brought in. 

The party is formal and a masquerade ball. Guests are encouraged to wear masks and dresses and suits suitable to the occasion, though they are not a requirement. Some masks will be available at the party for those who do not have their own.

Make sure to tag all starters with #aftermasquerade along with the normal starter tag, and if you make any edits or graphics of your characters costumes, tag them as #aftermasque. 

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[ofcanariesandarrows]

Olivia tugged at the bottom of the dress/coat she’d borrowed from Dinah, feeling a little self conscious. She had accompanied her parents to a lot of fundraisers and galas but she’d never really fit in at parties like this, but she was on a different earth, getting out and talking to people would be key to making the best out of the situation. The glass of champagne she’d managed to sneak herself to helped.