1177/A Hellfire Masquerade

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A Hellfire Masquerade
Date of Scene: 28 June 2020
Location: The Grand Edward Ballroom - Hellfire Club
Synopsis: A Hellfire Masquerade Ball!
Cast of Characters: Emma Frost, Siobhan Smythe, Felicia Hardy, Alexis Carr, Bruce Wayne, Sam Wilson, Bobby Drake, Warren Worthington, Dick Grayson, Oliver Queen, Malcolm Merlyn, Vanessa Carlysle, Thea Queen, Jason Blood, Alton Schmidt, Ella Normandy, Selina Kyle




Emma Frost has posed:
The Grand Edwardian is outfitted like it's Carnivale: bold purples, bright greens, glimmering golds bedeck the columns, the walls, and cover the tables. Classy, not tacky: you won't be finding cheap beads and trinkets scattering the tables and floors, not at all.

The tuxedo-clad servers and bartenders are all wearing black and red oversized domino masks with the flame motif of the club. Security has more simple black masks of their own, and the ever-present earpieces and flame lapel pins.

The signature drinks for the night are the Gin Fizz, the Vieux Carre, Mint Julep, and of course, the Hurricane... a lovely selection of New Orleans Mardi Gras themed drinks, available at the bar or hand passed by the wandering servers. Other drinks, should one prefer, require a trip to the bars themselves, but they are fully stocked and ready for the night.

Hand-passed hor d'oerves also filter through the ballroom: muffuletta pinwheels, tiny mask-shaped cookies, king cake inspired petit fours, andouille skewers, jambalya balls, mini shrimp poboys, and colorfully powdered beignets. Some are a little messier than typical finger foods might be, but the flavors are utterly worth it.

There is a band playing big band and jazz music on the stage near the dance floor. A few folks are already dancing to the music. The low rush of conversation mixed with the background music serves as a buffer making small intimate knots of conversation more private.

Emma Frost and her other half, Alex Summers, are situated at a semi-private table near the north bar, their drinks already sitting on it, though they haven't taken seats yet. Emma is dressed in a fantastic white empire-waisted dress with a high-low skirt that trains out behind her a couple of feet. The dress is layers of sheer and flowy chiffon and lace, and while the sheer fabric gives an illusion of immodesty it is perfectly suitable for public consumption. The dress bodice is high-necked with falls of lace at the throat and wrists from the bell-shaped sleeves. Her long dyed-blonde hair is twisted up into an elaborate updo, and she is crowned with a platinum crown speckled with diamonds. On her face is a hand-made tatted lace masquerade made with hand-set diamonds.

Besides her, Alex is dressed in a white tuxedo with a fancy white-and-blue masquerade mask, obviously dressed to match his date.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
Thanks to her recent winnings, Siobhan had an opportunity she was not going to pass up. The only way to get ahead in a city like this is to meet people and what better place than this? She could use some of her winnings to get in and get an outfit appropriate for the night. It was kinda fun in a way. Much of the outfit was pretty normal for what she could find for a Mardi-Gras theme but she added in a hint of her own enjoyable touch. The top hat she wears is green with a purple band around the base and a four-leaf clover put into the purple band in green. Then she wears a white button up shirt, a purple and green bow tie, a purple and green domino mask, and over teh shirt? A one half green vest with the other half checkered with purple and green clovers. She wanted to show her heritage while keeping to the party. After that is a pair of purple and green pants with opposing purple and green, polished dress shoes. She is now...very close to broke again but she looks good, darn it!

She smiles as she walks in and looks around, getting tagged for being under 21 (stupid American laws), her gaze going around all the people having fun here and then she slips over to get one of the fancy drinks, minus the alcohol. She then looks around, "Such a backwards place. Ship ya off to war at eighteen but don't ya dare sip our booze before you're twenty-one." She laughs to herself, sips the drink and then starts into the crowd.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
Felicia Hardy--who definitely isn't the Black Cat--is wearing a mostly black, backless dress, which comes up to her shoulders and leaves a large wedge down her front. The deep v-neck is framed by the upper arms of a brilliant red, sequined *X* in the shape of a Helix, the same sort she wore to the Mutant Town Relief Gala as a symbol for mutant-friendly protests and support.

She's also wearing the (formerly) Vanderbilt Diamonds, a quintet of enormous diamonds set on platinum string. The largest of the collection rests *right* above where her breasts come together, and she seems to be enjoying twisting just enough to make them catch the multi-colored Carnivale lights. Matching earrings, bracelets, rings, and an anklet complete the collection. It's her favorite set, for anyone who knows her, and she owns the rights to them. Finally.

A high slit rises up the side of her dress, and her moonlight hair cascades down her back, over her shoulders, and moves about with every little motion she makes. Her mask doesn't make any attempt to hide who she is, but it's larger than her regular costume's.

Alexis Carr has posed:
    Allegra Caradenza is in attendence, though one may be hard pressed to discover her true identity unless they knew her well enough. Her dark hair was plaited, and beset the red and orange pins that sparkle and catch the light, tiny pins shaped like flowers and flames hidden among the shimmer. Her dark hair framed her face artfully, tucked behind her ears in a casual effort. Her mask was made of gold braid trailing against a scarlet velvet, beset with a brilliant red lilies to one side with an ethereal golden butterfly tucked into the petals, smaller flowers in scarlet and gold on the other side.

    She wore a sleeveless dress with a corsetted boddice, a dramatic flare to the ball down bottom where shimmering gold threads trail up in the likeness of fire. She gives a pause, for just a moment, crimson lips curling into a smile at Siobhan before she breaks off, sweeping the perimeter of one side before spotting Emma and Alex.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
The Patriarch of the Wayne Family is notoriously difficult to pull away from the high society whirl of his native Gotham City...very much a mirror of New York City's just with a tendency for their events to be disrupted by colorfully-clad would-be-thieves, criminals, and terrorists of all stripes at a significantly higher rate (Though MOST make it off without too much of a hitch...most). But Bruce Wayne does seem to make an effort to show up to at least one Hellfire Club event a year. His father once sat on the Board here, and his family has a very long history of membership that stretches back almost to the founding of the "Colonial" Hellfire Club.

Bruce arrives in a Supercar of Italian make. It's only been on the market less than three months and less than a dozen were made. He's hopping out of the Passenger side, though, laughing about something or other with the driver, none other than his eldest adopted son, one Richard Grayson. He lets Dick deal with the valet, stepping out to adjust his tie and slip on his mask, a bit of Venetian filigree that barely hides his face at all and pairs well with the classic, perfectly tailored black tuxedo that adorns him. When Dick catches up, he claps the younger man on the back and grins:

"Come on, Sport, maybe Emma's forgotten about all that?"

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam Wilson might not be rich, and he might not be famous, but he does like a party. Fortunately for him, he knows some people -- and more importantly, some people know him. There aren't a lot of perks to having your civilian identity and your superheroic one easily connected by a Google search, but getting into places is one of them. Most events will happily make room for an Avenger, even if you aren't one of the banner names, and the Hellfire Club, at least for tonight, is no exception.

Society functions are not generally his scene, but the jazz and the food and the drinks are a far more relaxing option than most nightlife in the city, and God knows he has been needing to relax. So he got in touch with a tailor through a Wasp that he knows (ain't networking grand?) and got a bit of a deal on his outfit: a burgundy suit with a bit of a sheen to it, a tie to match, and a feathered half-mask depicting, inescapably, a raptor of some kind.

He's currently carrying one of those Vieux Carrés, fresh from the bar, and hoping he doesn't look like an old square himself among the socialites and CEOs.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake is neither rich nor famous, but he is a fan of the parties at the Hellfire Club and does have some friends among its members. And so he arrives in a classic tux with an ice blue and silver hare mask with long tapered ears that rise above his head. The lower half of the mask allows the lower half of his face to be seen, making it convenient for sampling the drinks of the evening and the hors d'oeuvres as they pass by. He has a vieux carre in one hand as he makes his way through the room, taking a moment to stop by Alex and Emma, "Looks like another fantastic turnout," he says as he greets them both.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Entering the Masquerade is Warren Worthington all dressed up in the guise of one Lucifer Morningstar, from head to toe representing the duality of the being that had once been an Archangel of Heaven and who was thrown down to become the Archangel of Hell. One half black, one half white. One half represents his original nature as a being of Light, a being of Good. The other half represents his new nature as a being of Darkness and of Evil.

Light. His skin on the right side of his body is his normal skin color, with his hair which is a little longer than normal and has been combed back and dyed a bright golden color, as if the sun itself shines from directly above. His left eye shines an amber color thanks to the usefulness of colored contact lenses.

Dark. The skin on his left side has been painted a deep crimson red and covers him from head to toe. On this side of his body, his hair has been dyed pitch black and his eye has had it's color changed to red.

And if his skin was a play on the duality of the nature of this particular being, his clothes truly hammer it home.

Angel. The right half of his suit is white, a special request of the well-known Italian menswear couture house, Brioni of Rome and made of virgin wool with rayon lining. The coat itself has a notch lapel with a two button front, the buttons shine golden to differentiate them from the other articles of clothing. It has basted sleeves and flap pockets at the hips with a double-vented back and lightly padded shoulders. The trousers are flat-fronted and have straight legs and have been hemmed to the desired length. The dress shirt that accompanies the suit is also by Brioni and as a result of a special request from its wearer, with the right half being solid white with a spread collar and button placket, all of the buttons golden to match the suit. The shirt also has yoked back shoulders, rounded barrel cuffs, a shirttail hem and is made of cotton. His sock on the right side is also white and made of superfine-gauge cashmere by the English company Pantherella, and they have a smooth toe-seam with 5x3 Rib. As for his shoes, the right shoe is a calf leather loafer by Berluti with a penny keeper strap, a stacked heel, square apron toe, notched vamp with a leather lining and sole, and of course, white in color.

Devil. The left half of his suit is black, the coat containing a welt pocket at the chest, but the rest of it the same material and also from the same designer. In a slight change of pace, the left half of his dress shirt is instead a vibrant crimson color to offset both the white of it?s opposite half as well as the black fabric of the suit. The left side sock is a deep crimson color and of the same set as the sock on the right foot. On his left foot is the opposite Berluti calf leather loafer, the same as on his right foot, but black instead of white.

Bringing the two halves together is a dark gray woolen tie by Brunello Cucinelli. And then there are the accessories, because every Prince needs to shine.

To slightly offset the purity of his all-white right side, he has decided to use the onyx stone fittings for his solid gold cufflinks by Santos de Cartier on this half of his outfit, the left side has the same solid gold cufflinks but instead uses a solid stone fitting of dolomite to slightly offset the darker half of his outfit. Perhaps a statement that in every good being there is that potential for darkness and in every evil one the potential for good.

On his left wrist is a Rolex Sky-Dweller watch, the case made out of 18kl Everose gold with a strap made out of tobacco leather. On his right is a chain bracelet made of 18k rose gold with a bar that allows for personalized engraving by Tiffany?s. The plate currently has the slogan ?Mutatis Mutandis? etched into it.

And after all of this, there still remain the two large angelic wings that come out of his back that, yes, clearly identify this individual's true identity but have still been incorporated into the costume for the masquerade.

White. Hi

Warren Worthington has posed:
White. His right wing remains it?s pure, white color. The feathers almost seem to sparkle slightly in comparison to the rest of his costume. Those who can inspect a little more closely can notice the glitter that has been spread about the wing to help give it that glimmer.

Black. His left wing has been transformed slightly, and instead of the pure white feathers, they are instead all dyed a deep black to fit in with the rest of his costume.

As he passes one of the wait staff, Warren gently takes a Vieux Carre off of the tray and lets his gaze scan the room, noting the familiar faces and offering small nods of greeting as eye contact is made with each one.

Dick Grayson has posed:
The eldest Wayneling is also present, having been able to secure the privilege of driving to the event, or cursed in the case to have to deal with the valet. It is a nice thing and while Dick has gotten older, he has not grown up enough to /not/ want to drive the supercar. The former acrobat is also laughing as they pull up. Dick gives a chuckle and then says, "Maybe, but I doubt anyone would forget that! Never again!" Clearly it must not be anything that left lasting scars.

When Dick gets out to deal with the valet, he secures his own mask, electing to not go with a domino mask for obvious reasons, but instead elects for a half-mask that covers a sizeable portion of one side of his face, though obscuring a small portion of the other. It is silver in color, and is designed to be more elegant than ornate. It is paired with a tuxedo bespoke for him. Once the keys are handed over, Dick enters the ballroom and takes a moment to look around and grab a hurricane for himself.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma gives Allegra a side hug and a smile. "How are you doing?" she murmurs, before looking to Bobby with a grin, nodding slightly as she slides her arm in Alex's. "It is, and I'm pleased. I love the mask, Bobby. It's beautiful." She reaches down and picks up her gin fizz, taking a sip before she notices Warren's arrival... and sighs theatrically. "Of course. Warren is... Warren." She looks amused, though.

Oliver Queen has posed:
Some debate had been going back and forth on what they would wear tonight. The more conservative-type Ollie apparently had won out, he dressed in a dark-purple tuxedo, cut fit for his frame of course along with a nice bow-tie of a black color. A nod to the mardi gras theme had been given by a purple and green flower on the top left pocket of the smoking, black shoes and a domino mask in dark green that kept his identity from discovery.

Arriving by way of limousine he, as the gentleman he is, steps out and holds out his hand to his companion for the evening, one Vanessa Carlysle. "Ready to enjoy yourself tonight? You have never been to the club, have you?"

Not that Ollie came here often, even if his father had belonged to the board in the past. But tonight was one for smiles, dancing, and hopefully some good drinks. So those thoughts of the past were put aside.

Alexis Carr has posed:
    Allegra smiles, and gives Emma a side-hug and a chaste air-kiss to the cheek, carrying a scent if spice and forals with her. "Oh, keeping busy. How are /you/ doing, Emma, dear?" she draws a bit closer, looking pointedly at her before whispering quietly, and then stepping to the side. She gives Bobby a smile and a small nod, her dark eyes roaming over the young man before she draws herself up, and looks to Warrington.

    "... isn't that what 'the kids' these days call... 'extra'? And here, I was worried I would be overly dramatic." she observes with a smile.

    The arriving Waynes are offered a curious look -- of course, who in high society doesn't know Bruce Wayne? Allegra hadn't crossed paths, though -- Pro-HUMANA's crowds didn't always attract the more sympathetic of their class, and she feigns pulling up her opera-length gloves in order to observe the younger Wayne as he arrives.

Malcolm Merlyn has posed:
    Mingling amongst the crowd is one Malcolm Merlyn, easily betrayed with his voice, rather than his dress. For...his dress is similar to most of the male contingent tonight. He has opted for the black tuxedo. Classic. Simple. Elegant. It is obvious that the suit was made just for him, as he moves with ease within it. The typical black bowtie upon his throat. What is different from most others, though, is the Venetian mask upon his face, obscuring most of his features. It has a definite Roman motif, with aspects of the Roman god Bacchus, complete with grape vines adorning the edges of the bronzen mask upon his brow. The look is complete with the wine glass within his hand, which he sips from as he moves about the ballroom, greeting those with a bow and a smile.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam takes a broad sidestep to get out of the way of Warren's right wing as the man passes by, then lifts his mask and peers down into his drink to make sure none of the decorative feather-glitter has fallen in it. This leaves him hovering (figuratively) off to the side of Emma and Alex's table as he looks after the winged mutant and muses aloud, "Damn. I never noticed that they take up that much room."

His drink, at least, remains clear, so he takes a sip and smiles.

Bobby Drake has posed:
"Thank you," Bobby says to Emma with a little flourish of a bow. "You look stunning, as always." He grins at Alex, "I like the mask, nice touch." Then he turns to note Warren's entrance, shaking his head slowly. "He is something else, that's for sure," he can't help but grin, though, at the rather impressive costume. But could anyone expect anything less from Warren Worthington? He lifts his glass and takes a small sip.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
"Egos can be pretty big," Felicia quips near Sam, grinning at him sidelong with her one cerulean-blue eye. She leans a bit, making the Vanderbilt Diamonds gleam, and adds with a mischievous grin, "But it's usually pretty rude to comment on it." Tilting back, she floofs her cascade of silvery-white hair back over her shoulder.

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa Carlysle rises from the limousine, hand in Oliver's. The dress she's wearing is silver slashed with purple, the skirt going nearly to her ankles but slit along each side to reveal the woman's long slender legs. The last few months have seen her athletic fitness grow, and the strapless dress is doing a fine job of showing that off, with one bit of gauzy fabric that wraps a single arm only seeming to accentuate in showing off the feminine tone of her shoulders and arms.

Vanessa dons her mask that matches her costume, the design of it having definite floral flare as if it were the flower atop the curvy silver-and-purple stalk.

"We're going to have to do the Cleopatra and Marc Anthony costume for Halloween though," she comments to him. "But this probably fits in better tonight," she says as they pass inside and in with the crowds. "No, this is my first time," she tells him. "I'd not even heard of it before getting to know you," she tells him. Her hand gives his a small squeeze. "Though it has a familiar feel in a way," she says, casting a little mischievous grin towards Oliver.

Emma Frost has posed:
"Mm, Warren's picture is in the dictionary next to 'extra'," Emma notes with a sip of her drink, but a grin beneath her mask. She spies where Sam has ended up near her and Alex, and gives him a nod in greeting. "Mister Bird of some sort, welcome to the Hellfire Club. I hope you're enjoying yourself. If you need anything let any of the waitstaff know."

She glances to Allegra and murmurs in an undertone, "Had to switch dresses, the other interfered with some of my stitches. Otherwise though, I'm feeling a lot better."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren catches Sam moving past him out of the corner of one eye, turns and nods, while also making sure that his wing doesn't cause the man any issues. Then he spots Bobby, grins, and offers up an amused wink in greeting. Taking a sip of his drink, he casually makes his way over to where some hors d'ouerves are being served up to see what delightful treats the club has put out for this shindig. His eyes widen at the beignets. He makes sure to nab one. Or two.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
Bruce Wayne manages to secure himself a Vieux Carre, taking a sip with a look of approval after sampling. He's ambling alongside Dick, but is quickly swooped up by a parade of semi-acquaintances who just /have/ to say hello, you know. As the first of many approaches, he leans towards Dick and stage-whispers.

"Better make your escape now, they'll all be trying to get you engaged to their daughters if you don't move fast."

And then Bruce is smiling graciously, shaking hands and accepting air-kisses as a couple representatives of one or the other old-money families of New York greet him.

Alexis Carr has posed:
    "I could have contrived some theatric tale spun of a sudden case of the /vapours/ to get you out of attending at all." Allegra playfully replies to Emma, before she straightens up and looks to Sam Wilson. She draws her eyes up and down him a moment, then gives a nod to him, the brilliant crimson of her lips turning in counter-point to her olive skin. "You're not someone I recognize; I apologize, have we had the pleasure?" the costumed young woman inquires of Sam.

    Seems Emma and Alex's table is the place to be.

Oliver Queen has posed:
Oliver makes his way alongside Vanessa, an easy enough smile upon his features, amusement playing there at those last words from her. "I should had imagined as much. It's always interesting though, and great to finding old acquaintances. Not that the masks help tonight but.., the mystery has it's own allure." Ollie would know, considering he wears domino masks so often!

Upon entering he grabs a couple of drinks from a passing servant. Gin Fizz in this case, offering one to Vanessa if she so wishes. "The drinks here are always top notch, of course. But come, shall we go do the rounds?"

And then he allows his eyes to survey the room, the masked faces. His first approach is to Emma's position. Always greet the hostess first, a bow of his head given. "Good evening, quite the party tonight." he says in way of praise.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick takes a few moments to scan the room, but is surprised that Warren out-Warrened himself. He rolls his eyes and is nearly caught up in the mass around Bruce and catches the stage whisper and raises a glass in salute, "Your sacrifice will not be forgotten," he says as he carefully slips away from his adoptive father and posts up at a table near Emma and Alex's for the time being, to enjoy a few of the mini poboys provided.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Felicia's quip elicits an amused snort as Sam lowers his drink, transferring it to his left hand along the way. "My mistake -- at a nice place like this, I wouldn't want to be rude," he replies with a grin. "Sam Wilson, speaking of which," he introduces himself, extending a hand toward her. He considers bringing up the Falcon thing, at least as an explanation of his comment, but decides not to. Why ruin a nice relaxing night with shop talk?

He turns and raises his glass at Emma's greeting. "It's supposed to be a falcon, but they kind of messed up the pattern of the plumage," he answers her. Then, because it sounds like the sort of thing he should say, he decides to venture: "Tailors -- am I right?" Truth be told, he has no idea if he's right about tailors. He just knows he's right about the plumage.

When Alexis addresses him, he smiles and repeats, "Sam Wilson," this time adding, "Of the Avengers." Although she probably meant nothing by it, bringing up that she doesn't recognize him makes part of him worry that his legitimate placement on the guest list is being questioned.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake flashes a grin at Warren and wanders over to him. "That is something else, man. Really, really nice job." Because props where props are due. He lifts his glass in a little salute and takes a sip from it. "Ali coming tonight?" He glances out at the amassing crowd, taking in the various costumes with interest. "I love watching what people come up with for these things. It's probably the best part."

Emma Frost has posed:
With Shaw in the VIP this evening, Selene... Seleneing... somewhere... and Lex currently running late; that does leave Emma as the hostess for the moment. As Ollie and his date approach, she gives them both a warm smile-- Ollie was a Legacy before he was a member, after all, much like Emma herself-- and a gesture to join the growing crowd. She looks to Sam, and once he mentions his name recognition flits across her eyes. "Oh! Well, welcome, Mr. Wilson. The Hellfire Club's bark is far worse than its bite," she grins. "If you've time later, we'll have someone show you around to the other bars and clubs within the building. There's something for everyone here, as they say."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
Felicia takes Sam's hand lightly, looking amused still. "Felicia Hardy." When Sam turns his attention to Emma, Felicia turns as well and offers a little wave, sending the diamonds glittering. But when Sam adds 'Avengers' to his verbal nametag, Felicia blinks, glances sidelong over at him, and flashes him another bright smile. "Hey, great to meet you!"

Then Felicia is turning away to move elsewhere swiftly, right toward Dick Grayson who has just moved up to Emma's table. She blinks at him in surprise, leans aside a bit, acts like she might go the other way, and finally frowns at him as if this were his fault. Her hair is floofed back on both sides with both hands, and she makes another attempt to pass the Wayneling on the left side.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren lifts his glass up to Bobby and nods, "Thanks, man. I couldn't have done it without the help of some friends though." He gestures to the beignets. "You should grab a couple, they're so good. Have to imagine they might run out before things are over." He bites into one and swallows it down with some of his drink. "Anyway, how's things been? I should try to make it back over to the mansion again sooner than later. Keep Piotr out of trouble, you know."

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa Carlysle takes the offered Gin Fizz from Oliver, taking a sip of it. "Oh, yes they are," she says after getting a taste of it. She slips her hand over onto Oliver's arm as she looks about the room. "Thea said she'd be here tonight. I don't see her though it's difficult to tell with the costumes and masks of course," she comments to Oliver. Because even something as simple as a pair of plain glasses can totally disguise someone and fool even people they know well, obviously.

As Oliver walks them over to the hostess, Vanessa gives Emma a warm smile. "Hello Miss Frost, a beautiful affair going on," she says, though she probably doesn't look familiar to Emma, not having met before. "We can't wait to hit the dance floor," she says.

Bobby Drake has posed:
"Yeah, I was looking at those, but I'm going to wait just a little bit before I ended up dusted in powdered sugar. Trying to maintain the illusion of belonging here even a little bit," Bobby grins over at Warren. "Things have been busy. Lots going on lately. But, that's kinda the way of things. Trying to find a little time to take a break here and there on my summer break before I start teaching full time in the fall." He laughs then and says, "He's a troublemaker. We should do another night out thing sometime soon."

Alexis Carr has posed:
    "Allegra Caradenza, violinist." the young woman in the red dress introduces herself, bringing her right hand up and offering it out to Sam. Caradenzas? Old Italian money in spite of Allegra's crisp British accent, classical artists and vinyard owners. Pity about Filipe being a trash-mongering anti-science race-war waste of space with Pro-HUMANA.

    "Emma's quite right," the lady in red replies cordially. "Though I do reccomend the pub tomorrow for breakfast should you find yourself in need of fortification before leaving."

Malcolm Merlyn has posed:
    It takes a minute or ten, but Merlyn finally makes his way through the crowd to the table where Emma and company have laid claim. And....it seems he makes it over at almost the same time that a certain Mr Queen (not that Malcolm would know) and his date makes it to the table. However, once Malcolm speaks, it would be pretty apparent who he is, regardless of the Bacchus mask upon his features.

    "Greetings and salutations, fair people. It is a pleasure to see you all." The wine glass tips in Emma's direction. "And a very good evening to you, Miss Frost. As usual, you have quite outdone yourself." The wine is sipped as those eyes behind the bronze mask turn to regard the others. "So wonderful to see everyone enjoying themselves so."

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam gives Emma a grateful half-smile and nods. "I'm getting that impression," he tells her. At least so far, no one has been anything less that welcoming, and if his first cocktail is anything to go by, the bartenders are the best in the city. He shakes Allegra's hand with a broad smile, blissfully ignorant of her family's status or internal politics, and answers, "I'll keep that in mind, but I don't /think/ I'll be here that long." No promises, though -- the night is young.

Still smiling, he turns back to continue his small talk with Felicia, only for his face to fall as he realizes that she has vanished without a trace. It would be a cliché, if in this case an accurate one, to ask if it was something he said, but he doesn't.

Instead, as the tray moves his way, he helps himself to one of the mini-beignets that Bobby has just turned down. "The trick is to hold your breath and eat the whole thing at once," he says once he's finished. For all his handy advice, though, he does have to wipe his fingers off on his drink napkin.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Finishing off one of his beignets, Warren nods and swallows before responding to Bobby. "Yeah, I heard about some of the troubles a few faced, terrible stuff there. Then we still have some issues with other anti-Mutant... people. No rest for the wicked, eh?" His expression turns a little grim for a moment, then he shakes his head. "Yeah another day out will be good, maybe bring along others who have been cooped up at the Professor's along to lift up some spirits. Could rent out a theater and have a big time movie night type of thing maybe? I'll have to come up with some ideas and toss them around a little and see what might work."

Oliver Queen has posed:
"You will recognize her when you see her." Oliver says with quite the certainty. All those years watching his sister masked up at least serve for something! The same that Malcolm's voice brings instant recognition out of the man. His eyes trail to the newcomer to the table, just a very tenuous tension upon his shoulders at the Bacchus masked one. "Good evening." at least he doesn't speak out Merlyn's name just yet. But his voice would be recognizable just the same.

"The club's parties are always quite the big affairs. I would expect no less." his eyes staying on Malcolm for a moment longer before they drift to Vanessa, his smile now a touch more wide. "Shall we finish our drinks and dance after then?" though he does spot a certain Bruce around. He makes a mental note to stop by eventually.

Thea Queen has posed:
By the time Thea gets off the elevator, the drink in hand is empty, but for the sad little bits of fruit at the bottom of the glass trying to hold up the little paper umbrella. It's failing. She enters, her gait still steady, as in, there's no danger of her falling off her high heels, but there is a beeline made towards the bar for another drink without looking to see who is in the room at the moment. Nope, that'll come after the drink is solidly in hand.

Thea is dressed in a long sleeved red jacket that ends at the mid-thigh that hearkens back to turn of the 19th century, the double breasted brass buttons laid in a slightly band-majorish pattern. Her dress beneath is tight fitting at the top, with a flounce of skirt, that ends where the jacket does. Mid-thigh. A red, feathered mask finishes the outfit.

Once she has a drink in hand, however, Thea looks through the larger crowd without quite moving yet. The music now is a little better, a little more to her liking and her body moves in the time to the beat.

Emma Frost has posed:
"Malcolm." Emma looks a bit relieved. "Another Board member to help with the hosting duties." She grins, finishing her gin fizz and snagging another off a passing tray. "The final designs for Purgatory will be available next week," she murmurs to Malcolm. Its hard to distract her from work for long. But Alex squeezes her arm and gives her a warning look, so she relents from beginning to talk shop.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
Having run the gauntlet of widows, heiresses (and their parents) and the least-onerous category of genuine well-wishers. Bruce Wayne finds himself devoid of a drink, but nonplussed for its' absence. He does sample a couple of the finger foods as he makes his way through the ballroom. Oh, it's impossible to avoid a few more handshakes and brief snippets of mostly-empty conversation, yet even those are filed away just in case they end up carrying any little nuggets of pertinent information later on.

Still, he finds his way back to his oldest son just in time to see his predicament with Felicia, and plants his hands on the younger man's shoulders, guiding him out of Felicia's path with a gracious smile towards her, "You'll have to pardon Dick, he was raised in a circus." He jokes lightly. Though his tone and expression convey enough warmth that it's clear this is likely an old joke between father and son.

Of course, this brings him in the general proximity of Emma's table, though he doesn't yet seem inclined to make his way to join the throng just yet.

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
There's a soft smile from Vanessa at Oliver's comment. She likely will recognize her at that. And not just Thea. As Malcolm speaks, Vanessa glances over and her fingers tighten just a little bit on her glass. The tension doesn't reach her face, but she reaches over to rest a hand on Oliver's back between his shoulder blades, hoping the touch will help with his own reaction to the other man's presence.

"Dancing sounds wonderful," she tells him, Vanessa rarely turning down a chance to visit a dance floor with Oliver. She takes another sip of her drink, the alcohol won't hurt for helping conceal those reactions to the presence of certain people in the room. "Excellent music for it too," Vanessa comments as she stops to pay attention to it.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick has finished his last poboy by the point Felicia walks by the first time, though he raises a brow and says, "My apologies," the Batling gives a grin and looks to his father as they make their way to Emma's table and says in mock offense at the circus comment, "Hurtful!" Bruce's eldest child laughs and says, "Could no longer hold off the threats?" A grin, though as they approach the other table he gives a polite nod to the others present, "Good evening," he says and punctuates it with a polite grin.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake laughs when Sam suggests just holding your breath and eating the whole thing at once. He gives him a thumbs-up and says, "Thanks for the pro-tip. I will definitely give that a shot when they come back around." He then turns and nods to Warren, "No rest for anyone these days. But then, that's what we do, right? Keep fighting the good fight." He nods and grins, "Big movie night camp out thing could be fun. Just run a big marathon, tons of popcorn. I'd be down." Definitely a different sort of vibe than their current surroundings, but he seems comfortable here, as well.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
Ms. Hardy looks appreciative as Bruce Wayne maneuvers Dick Grayson around for her, and starts to duck around the former acrobat, "Thanks, Mr. Wayne." Trotting off swiftly on her stiletto heels, the Black Cat slinks into the crowd, moving far away from the self-declared Avenger.

Finding herself mostly alone--or at least surrounded by people she doesn't recognize--Felicia touches the right side of her face lightly, near where the right eyehole of her black mask is covered. She frowns a bit, adjusts the mask a little, and looks like she *really* wants to rub it. But she doesn't, and grabs a Mint Julep instead from a server.

Malcolm Merlyn has posed:
    There might have been a small chuckle from Malcolm as he catches the voice of Oliver. Of course, he doesn't mention anything, either. After all, it is a party...and no one is really suppose to know another, right? Those blue eyes drift from Oliver to his partner...and the tightening of fingers, so minor an action, is noted. Oh...now that is interesting.

    Then Emma speaks, and Malcolm breaks away from his observations and offers a nod to her. "Splendid. I look forward to seeing them." Of course, there is a time for business...and a time for fun. And tonight....tonight is not the time for business. As Emma is reminded, so is Malcolm, as he straightens himself and takes another sip from his glass. He does, however, remain close to the table, if not outright sitting. All the better to greet...and to observe.

Jason Blood has posed:
There's definitely a sort of irony to Jason Blood showing up at a place called the /Hellfire/ Club. Yet even as a mere human with no appreciation for literal brimstone, he still fits the 'rich dilettante' profile readily enough. Evidently, not one for flashy costumes, he goes for a proper tux with just the mask in deference to the evening's theme. The mask looks less New Orleans and more old Venice; it may in fact be an antique. That's his sole ostentation among the gathering of wealthy to mega-rich, but it may be less of a power-move and more a practical one. It was all he had in his closet!

In any case, the masked man makes his entrance through whatever crowds and fuss. Beyond that, his first move is to find a server with a drink, because what's a party otherwise? His next is to make the rounds. Taking a survey, he aims toward the Gothamites since he happens to share a city and may know a few of them, at least in passing.

Oliver Queen has posed:
"Thank you again, Ms. Frost." Oliver tells the hostess. The picture of elegance that man, so polite! The rest of the entourage gets a bow of his head too, eyes staying on Malcolm for a moment longer than the rest. "Malcolm." he tells him. Since someone else outed him no point in pretending to not know who it is! A nod of his head in recognition but then it seems like it's time to go to the dance floor. "Shall we then?"

He turns to begin leading way towards the dance floor, coming face to face with Bruce. He inclines his head and offers his hand for a shake. If the shake is returned he will speak up. "Evening, Bruce. We should talk sometime soon." but he won't linger for too long after the greetings, making way to the dance floor.

A nod is given in the direction of a certain Thea. "There.." he tells Vanessa.

Thea Queen has posed:
The liquid in the glass is half gone before Thea even realizes it, and she looks into the concoction as if she'd been betrayed. Her pressed lips tip slightly sideways before she shrugs. She'd gotten the read of the room, and turns around to the bar to order just one more drink before she sets forth into the fray. She'd spotted her brother almost immediately, and is only taking that time to empty and refill. Food? What food? Who eats when drinking?

When she heads off to the floor to cross the room, her brother is already moving away from position. Damn. Doesn't mean she can't have fun.

The first couple of steps are fine, and the next, well.. she's young, small, and there was more than a little good quality rum in those glasses. She's fine, though!

There are a few reasonably familiar faces, if by reputation and stories alone, but she does recognize Mr. Wayne.. and while Ollie makes his quick greetings, Thea is crossing the dance floor to get to a table with a wave and a quick, 'I recognize you, at least' wave.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." Warren blinks and looks over to Bobby and nods. "A camp out! Yeah that could be nice. A weekend away from technology and other stuff, just some stars, nature, breakfast burritos and smores." He nods more enthusiastically as he considers the idea even more. "I mean, the movie marathon can work too, especially with lots of popcorn... or better yet, kettlecorn, but the campout idea? Man, I'm really digging that idea right now."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
Felicia Hardy isn't very well known as a socialite, not having a big business, celebrity status, or a scandalous public history. So she just drifts a bit, moving closer and closer to the exit. She got to show off her diamonds and she's always happy about that, but there's not really a lot she needs to accomplish tonight. Eyeing a clock with her one good eye, the girl with moonlight hair seems to be contemplating ducking out.

Bobby Drake has posed:
"Could do a camp out and play some movies on a big sheet stretched out between trees. I've done that before. Can combine both ideas, or just do the campout thing with camp fires and s'mores and stuff. That'd be fun. I haven't camped in a while," Bobby muses with a grin, trying to imagine Warren camping out and what that experience might look like. When the beignets come around again, he does grab a couple and tries Sam's technique of holding his breath and just sucking a whole one down. It works. He does not wear the beignet! Victory!

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa Carlysle had managed to pick out Thea as well as the slender woman is making her way through the room. She is looking that way as Oliver greets Bruce Wayne, and sends Thea a smile and a little wave of her own to help make sure that Thea spots them. Though the clever Queen sibling already had it seems.

Oliver's date turns back to see Bruce Wayne standing before them. Behind her mask her eyes widen slightly and her hand on Oliver's arm tightens. She just manages to avoid uttering an incredulous statement with wording more suited for the rural outskirts of Cleveland than for such a refined place as the club Vanessa finds herself in.

She tips back the rest of her drink, which was thankfully only a pair of sips left so it doesn't look too untoward. After, the glass is set down on a table rather than waiting for a server. A server. Another glass could come in handy right now. If Oliver leads her away to the dance floor, she goes, if a bit preoccupied with her thoughts, and she avoids glancing behind her as they go.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
Bruce does indeed shake Oliver's hand, greeting him with a smile, "Oliver. Anytime you like, you've got my number." But he understands the exigencies of this particular situation well enough, "But I won't make you keep the lady waiting. Enjoy the party!" He finally turns his attention to Emma's table, though not before lifting a hand to wave in return to Thea with that "I recognize you too!" sort of air.

"Well here's a table of folks that I mostly recognize. Or maybe half-recognize. Or am I not supposed to recognize you at all until midnight?" He inclines his head to Emma in particular, smiling brightly, "Great party, Emma. Sorry I missed the Spring Gala, but I hear Carrie represented us well."

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam takes another sip of his drink and raises the glass to Bobby as he scores a beignet. "Glad I could help. Your friend with the wings is right, they're worth not missing out on, right?" As the one who's most often the friend with the wings, he takes a certain odd satisfaction in describing someone else that way.

As a recon specialist, the flier is pretty observant, but the tensions flying back and forth between the Bacchus-masked guy and Oliver Queen and his date (Sam watches exactly enough TV to recognize one (1) person involved) are too subtle to really stand out to him. He gets the vague impression that maybe one of them has sued the others. He dismisses it as standard rich people stuff.

Emma Frost has posed:
"Carrie did wonderfully at the Charity Gala," Emma assures Bruce of one of his many adopted children's behavior. "And thank you. It's been awhile since you've been to the club. I can't imagine Gotham has bene holding you captive so long," she teases lightly. She looks to his side to his oldest son. "Mm. Mr. Greyson," she says a bit stiffly, mostly because Alex is right next to her and this is a little awkward.

Alexis Carr has posed:
    With the additional board member, the Waynes, and others crowding the table, Allegra feels contained -- and in the claustrophobic condition, really would be for the best to not mind herself. The young woman in red and gold gives a slight smile before she draws slightly away from the Popular Kids table, still within eyesight of Emma and keeping a wary watch on the woman in white and her armour, flagging down a waitor to ask for a drink.

Thea Queen has posed:
It's not that she's //ignoring// her brother and Vanessa.. (and Malcolm), but she really is preoccupied. Any that truly knows the youngest Queen would know that there's something.. off? The smile is politic; a practiced one from years of parties and dinners she never wanted to attend. Something that doesn't quite reach those eyes.

It's hard to find a table where there's no one seated, so she doesn't even try. Instead, she approaches Emma's table, and with that air of honed practice, offers the smile to Emma for her own brief words of thanks. "It looks lovely, Ms Frost," Thea begins with a glance to the side towards the others. It's only meant to be quick, and once she offers her greeting, she's looking for another table.

Jason Blood has posed:
Jason continues on toward the 'fancy' table that seems to include not just Gotham's favorite son but one of the event's main hosts. "Mr. Wayne-" he begins, as he starts to approach.

And then just as abruptly, he pauses. "Apologies, just a moment." Suddenly, abruptly, he turns his face - or mask, as it is - to pick out a figure in the crowd. There's a bit of a pause, and then he makes an abrupt change in direction and starts over toward one escaping not-a-socialite in diamonds. Felicia being approached by rich men at parties probably isn't anything new, and at first, the purposeful approach might come off as one of the usual kind. Especially his introduction. "Ms. Hardy, I believe?" So now he sounds not just like a dude accosting her at a party, but a -stalker-.

Fortunately, he's somewhat quick to dispel that image, if only to replace it with a slightly more bizarre one, as he seems to know far too much about her. "I do not mean to intrude, especially if you are on your way out but... you are a friend of Mr. Whitman, I take it? This isn't really the venue, I realize, but at the very least, I thought I might offer you my card." He does reach into his pocket and produce one, which has, beyond his name, lists him as an 'Antiquities Dealer.' "If you have any questions about a certain, shall we say sharp object that passed through your possession, recently, feel free to give me a call."

And that's all he says, really, seemingly intending to turn right back and return to the festivities.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Oh, like a projector type of deal. Yeah that could work, maybe some campy horror movies to go with it." Warren grins over at Bobby for a moment before looking over at Sam and nodding. "Friends with wings are very wise indeed..." He looks as if he's about to say more but then he feels vibrations in his pocket and he slips his phone out and sighs at the screen. "Hate to excuse myself already, but there's one or two things I should probably handle before letting myself get too drunk." He points Bobby at the hors d'ouerves. "Snack away! The king cake things look super good too!"

Bobby Drake has posed:
"Totally worth not missing out on," Bobby laughs and raises his own glass to Sam before finishing off its contents and acquiring himself another drink. Bobby, being neither a socialite, rich, nor all that familiar with the movings and shakings at the higher eschelons seems blissfully unaware of any tension at all. It must be nice, to just enjoy a party as an excuse to dress up, eat finger foods, and drink, with little else to concern one's self over. He chuckles at Warren's comment on friends with wings and then shakes his head, "I shall snack on your behalf, man. Have a good one. good to see you."

Oliver Queen has posed:
Oliver's gaze trails after Thea for a few moments but with her going her own way his attention is back down on Vanessa. Does he note whatever tension in her? He squeezes her hand just so and drinks the rest of his gin fizz, giving the empty glass to a servant and finally reaching the dance floor. He turns to Vanessa fully then and offers her his hand.

"I told you there's always something unexpected at these parties." He murmurs at his date, a faint smile there upon his expression, one of those reassuring ones. But then it's time to brush up on those dance steps.

Thea Queen has posed:
It's beginning to hit, and when Thea passes a table with a couple of people sitting at it, she has to put out a hand to stabilize herself. It's not bad, but, well, she's ready for the dance floor. When there's a good song to dance to. (Worst luck, no date!)

A couple more steps, and at least there's a chair that is open, up and away from any gatherings, and she settles herself in before she falls in. Sitting back, the youngest Queen in red costume is more than happy to watch the revellers. Until a good song comes on, that is..

Felicia Hardy has posed:
Bristling a bit when she is addressed by name, Felicia Hardy looks defensive when Jason Blood starts to introduce himself. Then he name-drops 'Whitman' and her eye widens. Her blood also runs cold, and she arches, lifting the Vanderbilt diamonds perched above her fairly displayed chest. But she's not showing off, from the shocked part of her lips.

She blinks, looks down owlishly at the card handed to her, and looks up sharply when Mr. Blood starts to leave, "W-wait!" She holds up her free hand, trotting after him a couple steps and sending her platinum necklace bouncing under the Carnivale lights. "Wait."

Lowering her hand, Felicia asks quietly, her moon-colored hair falling down over the damaged half of her mask. "...How did you even know?"

Emma Frost has posed:
At this point, Emma forces a bit of a smile, and moves forward to take a seat at the table. She gives an apologetic look. "I apologize, I had some emergency surgery recently," she explains, "and I'm afraid I've reached my limit of standing on my feet. Do feel free to join if you wish," she gestures towards the other seats as Alex pulls up a chair beside her.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick gives Emma a polite nod, "Indeed, rumor has it that only during a blue moon he can leave Gotham." He chuckles and says to Emma, "Miss Frost. Wonderful party, I hope it is going as well as it appears, which is amazing." He gives Alex a nod as well, though his tone turns serious when surgery is mentioned, "I am so sorry! I do hope you have a speedy recovery and if you need anything, just let me know."

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
If Vanessa is a little less attentive to keeping track of where Thea Queen has gone, she has some things on her mind. The trip to the dance floor doesn't really register with her. It isn't until they are there and Oliver is taking her hand and she moves in against him close that her thoughts finally start to settle down and coalesce more clearly.

"Yes," she says very softly into Oliver's ear. "When least expected," she whispers, head resting against his shoulder. "You do move in circles I'd never glimpsed. I keep remembering that anew," she comments to him, arm moving up to circle one side of Oliver's shoulders as she dances close in his arms. It isn't until they've dance for a bit and the slow turning guides her gaze back in the direction of Thea that Vanessa spots her again. She gives a soft smile and wave towards Oliver's sister, the expression warm.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
"Oh, I know all about that kind of thing. Last time I think was running into a tree on the slopes in Aspen. Paragliding accident before that. What was it Alfred called me?" Bruce glances to Dick, all smiles despite the accumulated injuries he's alluding to, "Recreational menace?" He glances back to the table, "Point being, probably don't want to go skiing with me. Though I mostly just seem to be a hazard to myself." He grins, "And now if you'll all excuse me, I just might see if I can find someone who'll take the risk on the dance floor. I hope you feel better soon, Emma." He didn't arrive with a date, but he's Bruce Wayne...there's not much of an impediment.

Alton Schmidt has posed:
Alton shows up, well, a LITTLE late, but then, it's not the sort of event where everyone has to be on time, either. He has a tailored suit, dressed to the nines. His mask is vaguely evocative of a lion, and it covers enough of his face to make it difficult to tell who exactly he might be, save for those who know him well. He is actually pretty comfortable in this environment, moving through the people and the party like he belongs there, because, well, he does. Maybe he'll find someone to dance with later, but for now...it's hard to tell who anyone else is through a masque. But that's fine. Maybe he'll just meet some people. He'll find something to do soon enough.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Flashing a grin at Warren -- did he just get recognized? -- Sam leans back against a café table behind him. Moments after he does so, Thea takes a wobbly seat at it. He reaches back and steadies the table, giving her a quick once-over.

"You OK?" he asks her. The question is more polite than one of deep concern. She's obviously pretty drunk, but not worryingly so, for someone at a party.

That said, Sam's own drink is getting perilously low, so he inclines his head with a smile at each of the people he's chatted with, then heads back to the bar to get another. As he passes Bobby, he reaches out to give him a clap on the shoulder, point at him with his opposite hand, and say in a teasing way, "Make sure to leave a little bit behind for me, OK?"

Bobby Drake has posed:
With Warren having wandered off, and the beignets mastered, Bobby takes his refreshed drink and finds himself a bit more finger food. When Sam claps his hand on his shoulder, Bobby laughs and says, "Do I look that ravenous? I'm just a rabbit. The Lion's over there." He nods in Alton's direction. "Don't worry. I'll save you some." He acquires a couple more bites of finger foods and then makes his way over toward the bar to find a comfortable place to lean and take in the crowd. It seems that he too came without a date this evening, though that doesn't stop him from considering the dance floor.

Alexis Carr has posed:
    Thea's wobbling is caught by Allegra, and she purses her lips a moment. Emma is seated, which resolves some of the dark-haired woman's concerns, but ever the warm one, Allegra stands, and makes her way over to Thea.

    She seats herself with a warm smile to the other red-clad masquerade attendee, and slips over a glass. It's fizzy, and has twists of lime in it and a little pink syrup swirl.

    "You're someone I do not recognize." she states to her.

Jason Blood has posed:
Asked to wait, Jason does. There is something very stoic and aloof about his manner, but he's also unfailingly polite, as ready to wait on the woman as he was to allow her to leave without further intrusion. "As I said, this may not be the venue to fully engage in this particular topic. Particularly the 'how.' Suffice it to say, I am aware of those recent events which may have brought it into your possession, and," he gestures to indicate the card, "knowledgable regarding items from that period. I am uncertain of your plans or intentions, but action is almost always safest when it is taken under all due thought and consideration. Forewarned is forearmed, that sort of thing."

Saying this, he offers a smile, visible under the mask, which is not fully face-covering. "You can call on me at any time. I keep late hours. But I did not mean to keep you and I do have people I would like to say hello to. If you are staying, perhaps I could introduce you around? That is if you haven't fully charmed the room prior to my arrival."

Oliver Queen has posed:
"At the end of the day people are still people, no matter what circles they attend." Oliver whispers in return to Vanessa, continuing to move along with the rhythm of the dance. For such a big guy he does have his moves! Though mostly it seems that it's Vanessa helping more often than not. Still, there's an easy cumplicity noticeable between the duo.

"Everyone does wear their masks after all. Here and out there." He murmurs to his dance companion. His eyes then trail after Vanessa's to where Thea is. At least he smiles, but did he notice the wobble? Of course! But no need to be judgemental tonight so he but continues on with the dance.

Thea Queen has posed:
The chair being settled for her has her looking around, and focussing on the man, she offers a bright smile. "Yeah," and then a little softer, "Thanks." For the save.

Thea's looking about the room brings her gaze back around at her brother and Vanessa, bringing a sigh from the younger sibling. The way they're making their way around the dance floor brings a ghost of a real smile to her face. The wave from Vanessa gains one back from 'little sister', though in the next moment, she's setting an empty glass on a tray of one of the roving bartentenders before she looks to her side at the proffered drink. "I don't get out here much," is given with something of a lopsided smile. She sets her hand out, "I'm not supposed to introduce myself. A masquerade and all, but.. Thea."

Rising, she looks a touch embarrassed to those who have come to keep her company. "I need to sneak out for a second."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
Felicia Hardy blinks and nods firmly to Jason Blood's repeated assurance that this wasn't the proper place for that discussion. "Fair enough." Putting on a warm, winning smile, she curtsies, "Actually on my way out, but thank you." She lifts the card, "I'll be in touch." Waiting a moment to give him time to leave if he wants to, Felicia turns and heads for the exit, looking down at the card with a thoughtful expression.

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Masks and costumes have never been Ella's thing. She's always been perfectly comfortable lying to people about her identity; she wouldn't be a very good predator if she had scruples about that. But, though it makes no rational sense, concealing her identity feels somehow bothers her.

    Maybe it's because it feels so liberating. If the world doesn't want Vampirella, maybe it will like the mysterious Ella Normandy behind her mask, a half-face Venetian affair made of black filligree shaped impressionistically like a fanged bat. Her long, red dress is backless and sleeveless, with a cross-shaped window in the front. Gold half-moons dangle from her ears and black opera gloves climb her arms. She strolls into the party alone and aimless, yet calm, looking around for people to talk to. Her shoulder barely brushes Felicia's as Felicia makes her way to the exit, and that seems as good an opening as any.

    "Oh, excuse me," Vampirella murmurs to Felicia in her thick accent. "Is everything alright?" She nods toward the crowd around the drunken Thea Queen by way of illustration.

Selina Kyle has posed:
    For all the time Selina Kyle has spent in the social limelight, no one has once accussed her of being punctual for these gatherings. But she's exactly on time on her own schedule! True to form, Selina saunters in like she owns the place, dressed in an elegant low cut black dress, slit on one side to expose one bare leg; complete with a pair of closed high heeled black shoes, a choker around her neck baring an emerald matching her eyes, and a fetching, faintly sparkling bracelet around her right wrist.
    For the occasion, there's a wide black domino mask over her eyes, with an angular diamond cut over each eye. She swipes a glass of champage from a passing waiter's tray, offering him a playful wink as he glances at her, and begins manuevering her way through the crowd. Being friendly, making the occasional millionaire act like a fool, and, as always, keeping an eye out for favorites~

Alexis Carr has posed:
    Thea steps out, and Allegra just gives a nod, and draws up as she turns to head to the bar to get a replacement fizzy drink (really, fancy sparkling water with grenadine) and her gloved hands tap the back of Emma's seat a moment in passing, with a little smile to the white-clad hostess before she strides by, pausing to admire Ella's dress, her own corsetted dress with its golden thread fire about the skirt sharing similar hues. "I must get the name of the designer," she pauses, interrupting Ella and Felicia . "I love the drama."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
Felicia Hardy blinks, looking a little distracted. Her black mask only has one eye-hole, and she's wearing a quintet of enormous diamonds on her chest, in the open neckline of her backless black dress. The neckline is framed by the upper arms of a red-sequined X-Helix for mutant rights and support. Tilting her head at Ella Normandy, Felicia looks a little confused, "Er...yes?" She blinks down at the card and quickly brings it behind her back with both hands. "Um, yes. Just got a weird charity-consultation offer suddenly, and considering it. Felicia Hardy, of the Hardy Foundation."

She forces a smile, and unclasps her hands to floof back her silver mane of hair on both sides. "I was just leaving, actually." When Alexis/Allegra steps up, however, Felicia gets a *look* on her face and surrepitiously starts to look for a hidden camera. But she smiles to the new arrival as well. "Hey. Vetinari's, if that query included me as well."

Jason Blood has posed:
True to his original form, Jason does not press or intrude further into the young woman's business. He tilts his head in a quick gesture of acceptance. "Then please do enjoy the rest of your evening, Ms. Hardy. I will look forward to hearing from you." With that, he resumes his course: the fact that someone -else- seems intent to swoop in on poor Felicia 'Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in!' Hardy as soon as he leaves her does not change this! She will just have to endure being popular.

For his own part, Jason finally resumes his course, although by the time he has made his journey part of the way back, he sees that the famouse Wayne has abandonned his table and gotten lost on the dance floor. And that is the sort of business one does not interrupt. And so he angles for the mini-Wayne instead, perhaps as an excuse to greet the hostess. "I hope I'm not intruding."

Emma Frost has posed:
"Not at all," Emma replies with a brief smile to Jason Blood, as she sips-- hmm, did someone replace her gin fizz with a sparkling water? This seems like something her lovely assistant might do. No matter. "I hope you are enjoying yourself, Mr...?"

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Out on the dance floor, Vanessa and Oliver continue to enjoy the music together. Dancing in each other's arms, the moment feeling every bit as natural to her as that night they'd first met by chance.

One song follows another, until finally she lifts her head from his shoulder to lean up and give the taller man a soft kiss on the lips. "What do you say we go have a walk through the rest of the club. Interested to see just what all it has, and what they've done with it for the event?" she suggests.

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Ella smiles and nods at Felicia. "Of course. Please forgive me interrupting. Have a nice night." She shoots a measuring look at Alexis's own dress, a faint hint of approval coloring her smile when she notes the corset. She's not actually old enough that corsets were ever in fashion during her lifetime, but they definitely bring to mind images of a Gothic heydey that probably never actually existed. "Oh, mine? I found it online," she lies easily. There's no need to bother anyone with the details of how her clothing works. "I saw it and thought it might offer me some protection at such a dangerously named club." Her eyes twinkle with wry irony. "I quite like your dress as well."

    Vampirella has never in her life said 'I quite like,' but apparently it's a thing Dress-Up Ella says. She suppresses a chuckle as she learns this about herself.

Oliver Queen has posed:
The kiss is very much returned, Oliver dancing along with Vanessa till the final stretches of the music currently entertaining those at the dance floor. "It does sound like a plan." even if he does sound reluctant in stopping to dance. But stop he eventually does even if his hand stays wrapped in Vanessa's.

And with a few final nods given to some people about the room he begins to lead out to the exit. It was time to explore! "Me and Tommy used to try to sneak in all the time when we were younger." before the island. "I will have to tell you about him someday." and then they are out of the main room.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Walking Insurance Claim, I do believe," Dick remarks, "Clearly we are not related," he laughs as Bruce leaves for the dance floor. Jason's arrival gets a nod, "No, you are not intruding. Though I do not believe we have met."

Jason Blood has posed:
Mr...? "Blood."

Boy, it sure /does/ sound ominous when framed like that. "Jason Blood." At least he gets the Bond cadence, the dream of every Englishman. But more than that, it seems he's not wholly unaware of the either ominousness or (worse) potential ridiculousness of it: "And I know, it must sound like some alias or affectation, and perhaps that would be in keeping with the spirit of the evening. But it's true. A very old name originating with, well, shall we say the darker history of my family."

"In any case, I just thought I would stop by and say hello. It is a wonderful gathering you and your club have put together here." He makes a bit of a show of looking around in appreciation. "I do not know that we have anything quite like it in Gotham. Well, perhaps we do, but those places tend to come with rather sinister influences." Dramatic irony, or intentional humor? Which leads his attention to Dick. "I have met Mr. Wayne once or twice at Gotham fundraisers, so perhaps we have crossed paths, but I do not take it as an insult that I didn't make an impression. They are always crowded affairs. And besides." He reaches up to tap the mask.

Alexis Carr has posed:
    "Quite right, Vetinari? I've never heard of the house; southern Italian?" she questions to Felicia, and turns back to Ella with a smile.

    "And online? This is a website dress? Perfectly scandalous! It's almost as if it were made for you. Ah--" she states and holds up a hand "One of the custom dress sites, I wager. Smart." she gives a smile to her, and gives a nod. "I'm Allegra, and I promise, the most dangerous th ing in the club is only how easy it is to get in." she offers as bit of humour, folding her hands in front of her. "I don't beleive I've had the pleasure of an introduction?"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
Stepping away from the wall where she had been watching things, Siobhan finally settles upon who she can try to talk to. She doesn't really know anyone here as well as some from this area might. She's, after all, from Ireland and not exactly one to follow the news. So, she chooses Dick mainly cause he doesn't look like he's a million years old. She walks up to him and to Bruce and the others there speaking with them and she looks over to Dick before giving a nod, "Hi there." Her accent is deep. Like, super Irish. Very Irish. She looks over at the others and then nods to them as she sips her drink. Before she looks to the others giving them a smile.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
Julia-Marie Merriweather of the Manhattan Merriweathers has found her moment. For years she has flitted between Gotham City and New York, knowing that all she would need is five minutes alone with Bruce Wayne and he would be hers. If only he would notice her! She's a pretty blonde (it's not real blonde, but she pays through the nose for the next best thing), and from a good family, and she's seen enough of Bruce Wayne to know that he's...not really terribly bright. She can totally work with this! But every time they're at the same party he either has a date or he finds a date or he bails early or never shows up at all when Alfred totally RSVPed for him! But tonight...tonight is the night. She's had a few too many Gin Fizzes and sees Bruce alone.

She moves through the crowd towards him. He turns in her direction and smiles. This is it! This is her moment! She smiles back and starts to speak...and he steps right past her.

"Selina! Surprised to see you here...you look ravishing." He gives her a peck on the cheek...a real one, not an air-kiss, readily implying a deeper intimacy than the typical pleasantries of wealthy socialites.

Julia-Marie gapes for a moment, then stomps her foot and lets out a bit of a frustrated shriek, marching off towards the exit. Next time...NEXT TIME!!!

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Vampirella's eyebrows lift in a little surprise at Alexis's greeting. She can't remember the last time someone tried to be charming to her, and it feels... well, nice. Her smile parts a bit, showing the thinnest line of white between her lips, and she takes the offered hand for a light shake. Her long glove conceals how hot her grip is. "I'm Ella. The pleasure is all mine and the danger is all yours, no doubt."

    When Bruce's thwarted date shrieks, Vampirella's facade drops for a subtle instant, eyes narrowing and darting to the sound of distress with cold, reptilian assessment of the danger level before dismissing it and returning to Allegra's face as if nothing happened.

Malcolm Merlyn has posed:
     There might have been a slightly wicked twist to the smile that Malcolm presents to the public...particularly after he witnesses the poor Gotham socialite with big plans get positively crushed. But...it is only for an instant. Then, he moves on, mingling again within the crowd.

Alton Schmidt has posed:
Alton looks around...and his eyes happen upon someone fairly young, as far as he can tell, so he heads off Alexis's way. He recalls Emma telling him a while ago the point of these sorts of things was to meet suitable people, and it's just possible he may have happened upon one. He overhears, at the last minute, that she gave the name Allegra. Well, this should be fun.

Speaking of introductions, Alton slides along...he gives Ella his best smile as well. "Alton," he says, by way of introductions. Gazing the younger lady's way, "...Interested in a dance?"

Selina Kyle has posed:
    Selina's ears can't actually perk up, but everything in her bodylanguage suggests it as she straightens up and gives a curious scan of the room before spotting the towering figure that called out her name, an expression of curiosity giving way to delight.
    "Bruce~" she purrs, taking his hands briefly and tilting her head to the side as he kisses her with a soft "Mmmm-" that becomes a pronounces "-Mwa~" as she returns the kiss to his cheek. "Oh, stop~" She replies coyly to the compliment, "You know I'm weak to compliments, on-point tailoring, and broad shoulders." She grins, cocking her hips slightly with one hand on her hip. "It's unsporting~"
    It's a Selina-Compliment. They've been playing this game for a little while. More often than Selina knows, even. "Surprised you recognized me." She teases, hooking one finger through the wide eye-hole of her domino mask and wiggling it a bit demonstratively.
    She does briefly peer around Bruce when the jilted shriek is heard, blinking once curiously. Not sure what that was. Probably one of the many dagger heels in attendance meeting the wrong foot. You've gotta be careful around here.

Alexis Carr has posed:
    "Oh, it's too late for the danger for me." Allegra replies friendly-like, her own opera glove-clad hand gripping gently against Vampirella's as she gives a smile. "I'll have to see about who designs for the websi--" she's cut off suddenly by the frustraited shriek, straightening slightly, her left hand curling to her side and back -- and it was just some frustraited socialite.

    The dark-haired young woman with all the sparkling gems in her plait gives a disapproving sound at it, dark eyes narrowing before she turns, and faces Alton.

    He gets a curious look from her, and she gives a slightly embarrased nod to Ella "I shall have to get your card, I'm curious about the website!" she states to the other young woman, and then turns to face Alton with a smile.

    "How do you do, Alton?" she inquires, and brings up her right hand to allow him to lead her to the fance floor.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake leans up against the bar, idly sipping at his drink and watching the interplay of people all around him. He smiles a little amusedly at the shrieking and stomping, shaking his head a bit to himself. Ah the difficult life of the wealth-seeking harpy. See her in her natural environment, flapping and cawing. Fortunately his internal monologue, complete with bad British accent stays internal. Instead, he exchanges a few words with someone he recognizes at the bar.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick nods to Jason, "Well then, Mr. Blood, welcome to the party." He takes a sip from his hurricane and sets it down on the table when he notices another arrival, Siobhan, blinking as if he is surprised "Hello, I do not believe we have met. You can call me Dick," he says as he gives and a noda snags a poboy from a passing waiter.

Alton Schmidt has posed:
Alton, having snagged himself a dance partner, wastes no time escorting her to the floor. Alton's dancing is a little...exotic. He grew up in Germany, and the cultural differences cause him to be just that little bit different. Of course, the dance style isn't strictly German either, as he's had time to pick up some moves from America too, so he's actually fairly hybridized by now. He can do fast or slow as suits whatever they happen to be playing at the moment.

"That's a lovely outfit you've picked out for the evening." She has good taste, at the least.

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Ella opens her mouth to object to deflect Alton's offer, but Allegra's acceptance would make that protest pretty undignified, so she shuts it again with all the unaffected dignity she can affect. "Enjoy your dance," she says to both, making sure to glance from Allegra to Alton to prove how definitely not jilted she feels, and wanders off into the club looking for someone interesting to talk t--

    Then she spots the tall green top hat and she forgets everything in a moment of genuine delight. Ella crosses the room to approach Siobhan, approaching from the Irish woman's left, grinning. "Excuse me," she offers politely to Dick and Jason before turning her attention to Siobhan, "but I had to compliment your fashion choice. It's wonderful."

Jason Blood has posed:
Jason looks over as well, as poor Ms. Merriweather puts on her litte show for the room. "I do believe this isn't even the first time I've seen that happen. And one can hardly even blame the poor dear. Mr. Wayne is unfailingly popular." With his own cool tone, he manages not to /sound/ jealous... but c'mon, who believes that? "Though it would seem the social climbers of Park West and the Upper East Side may have met their match. I cannot say I recognize her." Which seems to annoy him just a little bit, for some reason. Oh well.

It's not polite to stare, so he doesn't, leaving the Bruce-and-Selina show to their own business and returning his attention to their table, including Siobhan's arrival - and Ella's a moment later! "Good evening, miss. Miss." More than fashionable ladies, it's Dick's quick grab for a snack draws his attention, and he gestures the waiter to remain a moment so he can try one as well. "It's been a few years since I was in Louisiana. The theme is actually one of the reasons I decided to come. They have such wonderful food down there. And such fascinating... natural scenery."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smile as she looks to Dick and nods to him, "Siobhan." She offers back to him, taking one of those poboys for herself and then looking around, "Ah really have been enjoyin' the party." She nods her head, her accent still quite thick. She blinks at the words from Ella and turns her gaze over to the woman before grinning and she reaches up to give her hat a slight tip, "Aye, I put it together mehself." She nods, "Thank you." She then nods to Jason as well even as she gets these new meetings.

Not to be impolite, she turns her gaze to look over at Ella and nods, "Not bad choice yourself." She grins and nods her head.

Alexis Carr has posed:
    Allegra gives a look back to Ella with an apology in her eyes before she turns to mind where she's stepping -- you don't need more than one socialite shriek in a single gathering after all -- and the moves easily, even in her heels she's a *measely* five-foot-five. She gives a slight smile as she looks to Alton. "Thank you. It is supposed to invoke Vivaldi's 'Summer', though I'm afraid I'm not quite matched to the theme of the party." she admits, her accent crisp and British, and she tries to match his dancing style with the jovial carnival music.

    "So, tell me, Alton, where are you from?"

Bruce Wayne has posed:
"Well, if I didn't press the advantages I've got I'd never get the time of day from you." Bruce replies to Selina with a grin, gesturing towards the dance floor, "Care to dance? As it so happens I showed up without a date tonight." How many times has this little routine played itself out over the last several years? Bruce probably knows the exact number but he's not telling.

As for Julia-Marie he only takes a moment to look mildly befuddled at the display, but shakes his head and shrugs nonchalantly. "And it'll keep you from having to greet any of your favorite handsy old men alone."

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Ella grins at Siobhan. "Thank you. No doubt it will act to ward off any evil intent that might otherwise come my way." She offers the woman her hand and glances at the boys to make sure they're included in the introduction: "Ella."

Alton Schmidt has posed:
"Originally, I'm from Germany. I think I hear a little bit of Britain in your voice. Good to know I'm not the only European wandering around." On evoking summer, "Oh, I think you're...wait, Vivaldi? The concerto? ...Geez, I haven't heard any of that since I came stateside. I guess some stuff is just more normal in Europe." Alton hasn't been taken to a LOT of concerts of that kind, but his dad has dragged him off to a couple. Good thing too, or he wouldn't have a damn clue what he was talking about.

"Are you fond of music, then?" I mean, she's clearly dancing very nicely, but...could be more to it.

Selina Kyle has posed:
    Selina looks playfully aghast at Bruce's assertion. "Oh, I *see*." She says, though she can't suppress a grin, "I guess it takes a heartbreaker to know one~"
    Selina pretends to look thoughtful, rocking back and forth a bit with a soft hum at Bruce's offer, but breaks and smirks at the offer of protection. A quick glance around WILL place her in a sea of aging widowers, so the man has a point. "Well, when you put it that way..." she grins, "How can I turn down a Knight in shining armor?"
    She leans towards a darker brand of Knight, but... she has a soft spot for Bruce. She takes Bruce's hand as they gravitate towards the dance floor, noting, "Forgot to bring a date too, anyway. Rookie mistake, I know."
    On the dance floor, Selina puts one hand on Bruce's shoulder, while clasping his hand with the other, and purrs softly, "I wonder, what pulled the Prince of Gotham out of his castle?" New York isn't typically where you can find Bruce Wayne, after all; even if the tabloid headlines CAN make it out this far.

Alexis Carr has posed:
    "Yes!" the lily-masked young woman states with a grin, "And it should be a little more than a little bit, my grandmother would be quite cross." she smiles. "You could say music is a passion of mine, I live lived a fortunate life where I've encountered many great teachers. It seems I am out of practice with my samba, though!"

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick nods to Jason Blood, "Indeed. But it is the way of things, and the poboys are amazing," He looks over to see Bruce and Selina and then to Siobhan, "Excellent," then looking over to Ella in greeting. Dick then takes this moment to find a seat, since there was an open seat and it would allow him to rest his drink on the table more reliably.

Alton Schmidt has posed:
"If this is what your 'out of practice' feels like, can't wait to see what you'd do to poor innocent rugs when you're in practice." Probably cut them, a lot. But then, on music, "Oh, really? Do you play, sing, or both? I can't say I'm a musician, but I'm happy to listen to someone else's efforts when I get a chance." Alton is slightly more in practice with his dancing, at least, in his Lion mask.

Alexis Carr has posed:
    "Oh, I play a few instruments. Sing a little, dance a bit." Allegra states, the lily and the lion dancing on the floor, and she moves breezily, drawing to the ball of one foot as she's turned.

    "What of you, Alton the Lion?" she inquires conversationally.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
"Boredom, curiosity, knowing the Club puts on a good party...you know how it is." Bruce replies to Selina as he rests a hand at her hip and they begin to glide across the dance floor. Bruce may sometimes be derided as anything from airheaded to "eccentric" to being a philandering playboy ne'er-do-well but if nothing else, the man can certainly find his way around a dance floor.

"So Dick and I decided it'd be a fun way to take the new car out on a weekend drive."

Jason Blood has posed:
For his part, Jason investigates a sandwich. In the end, he rates it: "Mm. Not bad." Which shouldn't be misconstrued as damnation through faint praise compared to Dick's 'amazing,' as he does keep eating. Perhaps a thousand years and change just gives a person a bit of a refined palette, or a restrained manner. In any case, he hangs around long enough to finish the sandwich, before excusing himself. "I should go circulate, see the other room, and make some further introductions. But it was a pleasure meeting all of you. Do enjoy the rest of your evening."

Selina Kyle has posed:
    Selina is no slouch on the dance floor herself. A few past dances aside, Bruce is in a better position than most to know just how graceful and coordinated Selina Kyle CAN be. But this way he gets to see it without her potentially trying to claw at his face. So that's a plus!
    Selina perks up with genuine interest, and takes advantage of a turn to peer around Bruce's arm - easier said than done, he is a broad man - and says "Oh, Dick's here!" She says with some delight. "Ah, what am I doing *here*, I've got cheeks to pinch~" She teases, then smiles up at Bruce, green eyes twinkling a bit as if in admiration of the shallow flippancy that seemingly drew Bruce out of his home. If Selina Kyle of all people can't appreciate whimsy, who can? "That's fair~" she says, breezy in the face of what one might normally find an offputting flippancy from one so wealthy, but... Selina knows Bruce well enough to figure he's exaggerating somewhat.
    Not nearly enough to guess at the depths, but...
    "Me, I just can't pass up an excuse to get roped into someone's conspiracy theories~" She muses. She doubts the Hellfire Club is *the* Hellfire Club, but it's funny to think. "Plus, how often do you get to wear a mask these days?"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
Siobhan takes Ella's hand and smiles and nods her head as she introduces herself, "Ah am Siobhan." She nods her head to her before looking over at the others, "Siobhan Smythe." She nods her head and then she looks to the others, listening to what they have to say, "So, Ah'm assuming everyone is having a good time, yeah?" She grins, "Ah haven't been to such a fancy thing as this before but Ah had enough to join and thought it'd be fun."

Alton Schmidt has posed:
"Perhaps I will roar. Raar." Though he does a rather amused sounding Lion impression, he's probably better at the smirk that follows than his little raar. "Well, I'm probably gonna inherit the family business, when the time comes, so I've been drilled about all the business practice type stuff since I was very young. It's not normally what dads talk to their sons about, but...it is in my family."

Ella Normandy has posed:
    "Neither have I," Ella says honestly, "but I've had some good luck in this club, so I decided to see how far it would carry me." She gestures vaguely to Dick's seat or the party or the party-goers or the room in general, who knows. "How are you enjoying the fancy, as you say?"

Bruce Wayne has posed:
"Well now, that would just put me in an awkward situation, having to defend you from handsy widowers and defend Dick from cheek-pinches. I don't know if I'm that capable." He laughs warmly at the second question, "Well, Alfred hasn't taken me trick-or-treating in a while, so...not very often. Except whenever someone throws one of these kinds of things." Which seems like about yearly in Gotham, if not more frequent. Black Mask crime sprees notwithstanding. Bruce continues to move along the floor gracefully, seemingly in his own little world with Selina at the moment. "Conspiracy theories? Here?" He doesn't look -intensely- curious but he does look a bit curious, at least.

Selina Kyle has posed:
    Selina smirks a little and nods, "You're right. Just keep your hand where someone might grab me, and we'll make it through this in one piece." Though at Bruce's question, she grins and chuckles softly, "Oh, haven't heard? We're dancing on the homegrounds of an 18th century conspiracy of rich old white guys trying to rule the world from the shadows." Selina glances around conspiratorially, unable to suppress a smirk and says "Shhh. Pretend it's just good branding."

Alexis Carr has posed:
    "Well, sometimes, fathers show attention to their children in... different ways." Allegra ventures, and she gives a slight smile. "Even if they're misguided... or create spetacular issues for us later in life. There's a reason why so many therapists are 'to the rich'." she replies, trying to recover the jovial mood as the song comes to an end, the musicians giving a little pause.

    Allegra gives a small smile to Alton. "I was on my way to the bar for a drink -- if you care to join. Otherwise, Miss Ella was also in a ravishing costume, and I've not seen her dance either."

Alton Schmidt has posed:
As long as the drink is HERE, in this particular club...he might be able to bend the rules just enough to join her. Sure, he's got his 2 drink limit, but he doesn't think he'll be called on to drink any more than that anyway. "Yeah, sure. I can show you a couple of the better beers, if that's what you're looking for. I do come from Germany after all, and they have some of the best imports around here."

"Which bar were you thinking of using?" There's only a ton of them in here. He's only too glad to drop the subject of excessive training. Plenty of that at home.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
"Well my father was on the Board here for several years. If he was planning to take over the world he certainly never told me...or Alfred about it." Bruce smiles, though where there might be a laugh it's simply limited to that brief expression on account of, well...everyone knows what happened to Bruce Wayne's parents. At least everyone in Gotham, pretty much, but the Wayne murders were big news in their day.

"Besides. You know or have met almost everyone on the Board, the same as I have. We're lucky the Club is still standing given the powder-keg having all that ego in the same room is."

Selina Kyle has posed:
    Selina lets the matter of parentage pass; she knows better than the poke a touchy subject, and she's not inclined to pour on unwanted sympathy, or bring the mood down if she can help it. Though, yes, even as far down as Selina was at the time, even she was aware of what happened to the elder Waynes.
    Instead she focuses on the matter of ego, and ponders "Hmmmmmm...!" while tilts her head back thoughtfully and squinting slowly before she grins to Bruce. "I'll withold judgement until their checks stop clearing the bank~" She decides. Animal charities don't donate to themselves, after all. As aloof as Selina can be, she's... rather dogged in the pursuit of her pet causes. Ironically.
    "You doing anything after this? We haven't had a chance to turn *this* city red, yet."
    Selina Kyle remains a terrible influence.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smile to Ella and Siobhan laughs a little, "Ah have never seen anything like it in person. Ah can say it is fun to see. All these people in enjoying themselves. Most of them havin' more money than Ah could hope to have but maybe one day?" She shrugs, "Who knows? First thing Ah did when I came to America was win money on a game show." She chuckles.

Alexis Carr has posed:
    Allegra gives a small smile, and a soft 'hum'. "Well, I typically would pop either to the Public House because they have whitebait on the odd occasion, occasionally to the Rathskeller where their pretzels are the best I have had outside Europe, but I have a tendency to stick to 'fizzy water with a little flavouring syrup' because this country has somewhat backwards alcohol laws." she admits to Alton, and gives a wry smile. "And unfortunately I can't leave this particular room -- Ms. Frost is something of my employer; I would like to make sure nothing happens to her."

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Ella's lips quirk to the right in a wry expression. "Ah, yes. And this is where you tell me of the luck of the Irish?" she guesses with a sly glance up at Siobhan's hat.

Alton Schmidt has posed:
Alton is relieved he's talking to a young lady who can't actually drink yet...legally. In all places except one. And so, Alton lowers his voice into 'conspirator' mode, and, "Can't leave this room becaause Emma's your employer? ...do you want to leave the room? I could talk to her, she's a friend, and she can probably spare you for a little while if we asked." Of course, it might not work, but trying sounds like a good idea.

Bobby Drake has posed:
After a while, Bobby finds someone to dance with for a little bit, taking a turn or two around the floor before deciding to call it a night. He pauses by Emma and Alex's table just briefly to thank Emma for throwing yet another great party, and then he slips off for the evening.

Alexis Carr has posed:
    Alexis gives a little smile, and she states, gently, "And besides, it wouldn't be proper, I can't leave her behind. She's the chosest thing I have to a friend." she confides in Alton quietly, turning and looking back to Emma's table.

    "... as long as she doesn't find out I switched her gin to sprite with extra lime, I may even live through the night."