@spidrwcb all in all, the evening had been much too eventful for her tastes. mj had never been able to turn down a black-tie event, especially not when she hadn’t been to one since her tour had ended and she’d re-arrived in new york. she had been more than excited to pick out a dress she hadn’t gotten to wear yet and shake the dust off a pair of heels, but the masquerade had gone from fun to chaos in a blink of an eye. she still wasn’t sure what happened or how, but her theory was something had definitely been used to spike the champagne to make the partygoers hallucinate and have chaos erupt. mj had managed to find a corner to keep safe, though the skirt of her dress had gotten ripped with the crowd becoming more like a herd. she was unscathed, over all - tired, a little more drunk than she would like to admit, and both confused and sad at what she’d seen. it had to be a hallucination, there was no other explanation for her seeing her dead mother with a warm smile approaching to kiss her forehead. she looked as she did in the memories she cherished the most, before she’d gotten sick and slowly withered away. but the kiss had felt warm, as had the hand on her cheek, and mj wasn’t exactly sure what to think. surely in a world where superheroes and super villains could exist, ghosts could too, but she wasn’t sure how to process that. “i think i need some coffee.” to help sober her up, help her head stop aching and help her process everything that had happened. “i think i need a lot of coffee.”
