@flowersandfidelity
No cameras paid attention to Sebastian Shaw, and that was how he liked it. He’d worked very hard for a long time to keep who he truly was and what he truly did under wraps, and it was nice to see that work pay off. Unlike, say, Tony Stark, he wasn’t a celebrity businessman---just a businessman. No one had any reason to be interested in him.
Storm, on the other hand, was most intriguing to the media. And he could hardly blame them---mutant, hero, queen, goddess, and the striking looks of a super model all rolled into one. Well, actually “super model” was probably insulting to her. But the point was, no, he couldn’t resent her or them for the flood of flashing cameras...but that didn’t mean he’d deign to stand for them in his face either.
Rather than making a scene and shoving them away, which would only attract attention, he simply stepped subtly out of shot. No one even noticed, it was her they wanted. Didn’t everyone?
He went from the ballroom to the Veil Room. Where everyone was coming in, from everywhere. All the doors to every “room” in the multiverse. What uses it could have. And they used it to host a party.
He watched it, the gleaming light display that it was, eyeing the wizards guarding it in a way that didn’t give away that he was eyeing them at all, he said to the nearest person, a woman who, like him, had forgeone a mask or costume,
“Which one did you come through? I believe my door was right...over...there.”