3860/Spooktacular Justice Party

Spooktacular Justice Party
Date of Scene:	19 October 2020
Location:	Hall of Justice - New Troy
Synopsis:	The Justice League Halloween party!
Cast of Characters:	Diana Prince, Clark Kent, Oliver Queen, Arthur Curry, Heather Danielson, Vanessa Carlysle, Janet van Dyne, Karen Starr, Henry McCoy, Namor, Zatanna Zatara, Lyle Marston, Carol Danvers, Bruce Wayne, Conner Kent, Hope Summers, Vivian Vision, Kendra Saunders, Nadia Pym-van Dyne, T'Challa, Mary Bromfield

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Diana Prince has posed:
The Hall of Justice is by-and-large a public venue, at least on the ground floors. It serves the community by providing a place for people to come and immerse themselves into the League's world. With a Museum, a Library, a number of places to enjoy food and recreation, the Hall of Justice is a great place to visit and is quite popular amongst tourists to Metropolis.

But tonight? A planned event is for the main hall itself. The sun light outside the front facing windows has started to fade in to the dull hues of blue, as that of Halloween night begins to settle in...

The Hall has been decorated with festive decorations of a tasteful variety. All themed to the holiday event, though notably more subdued then some raucous parties going on out there in the city tonight.

The League likes to maintain a bit more of a ... cultured approach to parties.

Diana Prince is in attendance tonight, and she's stepping up on to the stage, just a few moments after the parties 'start time' was crossed in fact.

"Hello!" The Princess announces to everyone as the Hall has started to fill up with people in costume. "I just wanted to say a quick few words." the Princess is dressed in a sparkling silver number, a dress that leaves her right arm and shoulder bare, while draping down over her left, a wealth of her back also showing down to the small of. On her head she's wearing a matching silver crown, with a torch in her right hand that also doubles as a lit-up drinking glass... she's dressed as the Statue of Liberty, you see!

"It has been... a very, busy year. A year that I think we have all been happy to see ebbing ever closer to an end. But that is not to say there have not been great moments. Superman has returned to us, as one noteworthy positive." She smiles as some begin to applaud for this. When they die down, the Princess continues. "We have fought against many evils, as a united world, pushing toward the betterment of all innocents. I believe that we, as a people, are only growing stronger too. More and more heroes are stepping up every day, as training, and education in how to be a good hero are growing more widely available. The Justice League is here to support this, we are here to make sure that the world only gets safer, and safer, every year to come. So where this one may have been-- and may yet still be --a challenge to endure. Every year will get better, as long as we stay united, stay together." After a short pause, Diana dips her slim chin in a nod.

"That said, please, enjoy the night. Mingle, have fun, and try not to scare away the good spirits, only the bad ones." She grins and walks from the stage then as the music starts up. A live orchestra, playing popular Halloween tunes in a nice and super duper classy fashion!

Servers move around the Hall, offering drinks, and food is available at the dining tables.

Clark Kent has posed:
A shadow glides across the room, only faintly visible when reflected in the purest moonlight; a scarce resource in these troubled times! The grim figure moves with stealthy confidence, certain that a lifetime of training leaves him virtually invisible.

The wraith bumps into an end table, nearly knocking a few drinks over. They are caught at a speed faster than the human eye can follow and a sheepish, "Sorry." is graveled out of that all consuming cowl.

Unperturbed by this meanest of setbacks, the grim sentinel hovers over the buffet table, adjusting his cloak slightly so as to better loom in the worst lit area of the Hall of Justice. His eyes, made difficult to see because of a mass of black facepaint around them, narrow dramatically as if taking in a decadent, dying cityscape defined by its torrid affair with the oldest of all cruel mistresses: crime.

He's wearing a blue and black bodysuit, wrapped in a black cape vaguely reminiscent of a bat's wings, if you squint, and a cowl with bat ears of a cheap, rigid plastic Halloween mask of what is clearly a cartoonish parody of Batman's face. This Darkknight Detective takes a moment to lightly applaud Diana's speech; he thought it was very good, but you can only show so much emotion in this getup.

"Just call me the Bat." Superman rasps in what isn't even trying to be a passable attempt at Batman's actual growl, "The Night is mine." Another ominous, criminal startling wheeze, "And I bogart the shrimp puffs."

Oliver Queen has posed:
To those who know him in the League Oliver is quite the friends with Clint Barton aka Hawkeye. So for him to come dressed as his 'rival' archer from the Avengers is a cheeky little nudge to his old friend. It's one of the old-school suits though, none of that SHIELD stuff he wears now but the older black and purple one along with the mask. A quiver is in place of course, along with a bow and it all looks very authentic. Yes, there may be the possibility Oliver actually asked Clint for one of his old suits. Good thing they are mostly the same size too.

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He has arrived early alongside Vanessa, just now starting to mingle, eyes turning to watch Diana while she goes about her speech. A faint grin and then he offers a clap in the end. It was a sentiment that he very much shared. Only through unity could they persevere.

His eyes turn to the woman by his side, Vanessa, commenting. "She has always been the best where it comes to speeches." a gesture. "Shall we go and mingle?" he then asks. There was a brief exhale of relief from the man, perhaps glad to be able to put his worries behind him for at least tonight.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Emerging from the back of the hall, those double doors that lead deeper into the depths of the great Hall of Justice, Arthur Curry makes his entrance with one hand smacking open against the door-frames causing a heavy /WHUD!/ as they swing and thump against the wall. An emergence that might draw eyes if only for the sound.
    The costume though, isn't as glamorous as some of the ones being worn this night. It's a barbaric number, torn and leathery and tan. Two great curly-toed boots sit on the end of his feet giving a place for brown leather pants to hang loose upon his legs around which is wrapped a ragged looking faux horse-hide loin cloth that is hidden in part under a massive brown belt with an elaborate series of artistically depicted horses worked into the leather. The only other pieces of clothing he wears are leather wrapped bracers around his forearms that are taut and twisted sharply into place, yet it leaves his broad tattooed chest bare though an octet of blue 'claw' marks have been painted onto his shoulders and chest.
    Arthur's face, however, is much more severe. That beard is braided perfectly with three loops along its length. His hair is drawn back into a sharp pony tail, and his eyes are darkened with kohl lending him a perpetually pissed off visage.
    Which, really doesn't change much about him to be fair.
    Yet now he struts forth, hand upon the dagger at his side and a goblet in his hand as he calls out, "Let's get crunked, people."

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Heather Danielson has posed:
    Out front, Heather usually drives herself places. But driving might mess up her outfit. So she hired an Uber. Some lucky young man had a Sports Illustrated Cover Model in a skimpy costume in his car. One who was flirty and friendly with him and didn't look down on him.
    But as she got to the location, she paid and tipped well before leaning in and pressing her lips to the guy's cheek to leave a lipstick mark that might get him into trouble later. She also posed for a selfie with the guy so he could brag.
    And then she made her way inside where she paused for costume photographers to immortalize the moment. Thus entered the Star Wars fangirl.

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Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa Carlysle arrives with Oliver Queen, a hand resting on his arm as they enter the hall together. Vanessa wears a red dress with a fringed shawl, the outfit having a slightly exotic flair. The outfit is one from a TV show, and her hair and makeup are done to match as well, turning Vanessa into Inara from the Firefly TV show.

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She listens to Diana's speech at Oliver's side and turns back to him when the woman is done. "Yes, she is," Vanessa agrees. She smiles as she looks around the room. "I think if there's one place that we can safely unwind tonight, it's here," she comments to him. She turns to look at the various costumes. "Is that... Kal-El dressed as Batman?" she asks.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet van Dyne collects a drink with her 'date', who is either Steve Rogers in a brilliant disguise or Carol Danvers wearing rather patriotic colors. The socialite eyes her phone balefully and tucks it into a cleverly hidden pocket at the back of her costume. "Can't *you* talk to Fury?" she requests of the tall blonde in a plaintive tone. "Steve got delayed, -again-. I don't know if he's going to make the party at all."

She slides onto a barstool to get a bit of height advantage and crosses her legs neatly. Janet's outfit blurs the line between body paint and clothing. Hues of blue, white, and silver adorn her body and a fine mesh wraps around her chest and hips. It's adorned with tiny glittering semi-precious stones that dance like snow on a spider's web. Her dragonfly wings twitch behind her with a dash of glitter adhered to them and arop her short brown curls is a crystal tiara with a truly queen-ly diamond set in the front of it. All her jewelry is silver, diamonds, sapphires and platinum, save for a small patriotic shield dangling at the hollow of her throat. "At least tell Fury to let Steve knock off for a holiday party once in a while, that's all I'm asking," she tells Carol.

Her tone sounds like she intends it to be reassuring.

Karen Starr has posed:
    One day, somewhere, somehow, someone is going to ask Power Girl how she managed to put this together.

    You see, it's not that this kind of thing is rare. It's just that it's... It didn't exist before she had the idea, and yet, it's instantly recognizable as one of the most common suits of Halloween attire available. They just don't make it in size Power Girl. Certainly, it had to be custom tailored- yet she didn't know about this party with anywhere near enough warning in order to get something like this made. Therefore, she's... She's -had- to have planned it well ahead of time, right? That's the only way it works.

    The logistics aside, one might be questioning what exactly has been custom tailored. In this instance, it is a three piece suit. Jet black, base, and fitting Karen like an absolute -glove- of a garment, cinched at the waist where it's button, but quite obviously let out around the chest.

    Emblazoned, however, festooned, slathered- whatever you might want to call it: This jet black suit is covered in bright, orange pumpkins. Similarly, so is the tie. Top to toe. Pumpkins everywhere. Her normally blonde hair has been dyed black- probably mere moments before the party, and there's a silvery-white line that runs through it.

    Already, the Kryptonian is aggressing the buffet table, having posted herself there during Diana's speech. It was only nominally rude to mark various platters for death.

Henry McCoy has posed:
There were nights where one did not simply sit home and grump. Halloween was one of those nights. Despite his sullen behavior of late, he needed to get out and about. Word got to him that there was a party - a place to get out and mingle. It was far better than sitting in a dark room, brooding.
    Donning a tattered Victorian-era tuxedo, overcoat, silver-tipped cane and tophat - a Mr. Hyde costume was rather easy to create the affect of. Beastial, grumpy, a bit on the feral-minded side - check on all three.
    Henry entered, glancing around at those in attendance. He shifts from foot to foot, a bit nervously. For those who know him, it's odd - he seems out of his element.

Namor has posed:
While many might come up with a very clever costume, or somethiing particularly unique, Namor simply decided to dress up as Dracula. When one of the Atlanteans, entirely unfamiliar with Dracula, looked the character up, they found the Symphony of the Night version and made a costume based on that.

Minus the wig, Namor refused to wear the wig.

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He very dramatically enters the Hall of Justice and listens to the speech. He doesn't clap, he simply vaguely nods and allows bits of his elaborate cape to drag behind him, right to the drinks.

That's where he finds a glass of marlot, and then turns around to people watch and sip at his glass, a very intense-looking Dracula who does not appear to be very relaxed.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
It would be really easy for Zatanna to cheat at this one, what with the advantage of being a real witch all year round, and not just for Halloween!

On the other hand, she's also a veteran stage performer as famous for her signature look as for her act (she knows it's true!), and so the idea of putting together a proper costume for the party is pretty appealling. Its dramatic, and dramatic is very much part of her deal! But there's a real question of what to wear. A lot of her friends are spoofing each other, and there's some fertile ground to mine there. She could grab a long brown coat, shirt and tie, and be an easy stand in for another famous magic user. Or, you know, grab a cape and a yellow helmet, or an even fancier red cape- there are options. But none of that is especially her. And a Zatanna act is nothing without a little of her personal signature style.

The dramatic reveal is itself pretty spectacular: there's a stereotypical poof of white smoke beside a pile of decorations, and as it clears, where once there was nothing stands... a giant tophat, sitting upside down. It sits on the floor a moment...

...and then in some suitable display of both theatric costume magic and slight of hand, the 'pipe' of the tophat shortens upward and the band constricts, while a pair of white ears simultaneously arise from the band. It takes a few moments of unfurling, but after a moment, Zatanna is standing there, simultaneously white rabbit (a bit playboy bunny-ish, being fair- she's got her stage image to uphold!) and hat-like skirt around her hips.

"Yppah neewollah!"

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Lyle Marston has posed:
Amongst the parties assembled at tonight's festivaties was Lyle Marston, novelist and writer of the critically loved La Raton novel. Lyle Marston had always admired the superheros of the world, after all, they did serve as a inspiration for him to begin his career as the gentleman thief known to authorities as La Raton. True, basing his thieving alter-ego off of the very same novel he wrote seemed pretty lazy in hindsight, but, it worked wonders in keeping suspicion off of him, especially with the fanbase the book attracted.

Tonight, his publisher had insisted on Lyle making a visit to this Halloween Part, something that Lyle wouldn't have refused anyhow, despite his normal efforsts of staying out of the spotlight. Tonight, he was dressed as one of his role models, the dashing hero of English Myth, Robin Hood. Robin Hood served as one of the main inspirations for La Raton, besides Lyle's own ancestor of course, and the Archer would always have a soft spot in his heart.

Lyle was clad in the familiar green tights and cap of the iconic English archer and had a real oak bow attached to his back. To further sell the costume, he even dyed his hair straw blonde. He was currently wandering around the party, ocassionally tipping his cap at other partygoers, and looking for a conversation to join.

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Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol is definitely doing her best Steve impression, which is a bit of a suit modified between her normal suit, and Captain America's suit.

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She picks up her own drink as she leans there against the bar and listens to Janet propose that she intervene with Fury on behalf of Steve. There is a blink and then a bit of a laugh there, not a mean one at all though, before she sips her festive halloween themed cocktail.

"Janet.. I would take a bullet for you or Steve, and not just because it wouldn't actually hurt but you know metaphorically, but I will not dive in between Steve and Fury concerning work issues." she just looks amused now, but still somehow a touch sympathetic.

"If he wants to come to costume parties and other holiday affairs, he just needs to stand up to him and tell him he is going and the stopping of some arms deal or whatever the crisis of the moment is will have to wait. I mean .. I just do what I want all the time but that is just sort of understood I suppose." a bit of a shrug.

"I'll just have to be Captain America enough for this party until he gets here." and left unsaid is the if he gets here.

Then she adds "Your costume is FanTastic though, which is no surprise."

There is a glance at Zee's entrance and then Carol claps for her with another laugh there. "Everyone went all out on costumes this year... lot to celebrate and no alien invasion I guess this week"

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Strolling across the room, Arthur smirks wickedly as he espies the various costumes then takes a swig from his goblet as he strolls along, stepping around some of the party-goers, sparing a moment for a particularly cute zombie costume and giving the wearer a grin and a small toast with his drink. But he keeps on his path, wending along until he gets up and along close to behind The Bat. His lip twists as he raises his voice.
    "Oh man, Bats. So glad you didn't buy into this whole costume thing. Just between you and me, do you even like Superguy? Man I sure don't." And then he's stepping around and suddenly!
    "Oh no!" He says exaggeratedly but then grins.
    Though for a moment his attention is snared by the sudden poof and appearance of Zatanna which causes him to set his drink down on the nearby table and applaud, "Woo Double Zee." A few hearty claps given and he even sticks two fingers in his mouth and gives a loud whistle, /FHWEEEET!/ followed by a second, "Woo!"

Bruce Wayne has posed:
It's a good thing that he is used to putting himself through the most agonizing sorts of situations. Because he is fairly certain that this is going to be one of those nights. And while he normally stares impassively into the face of such ordeals, this one he tried to avoid.

But it was made clear to him that was not in the cards. By one of the few things that he respects.

The fight to skip this event was pretty much lost before it ever began. Sometimes all you can do is fight a rearguard retreat. Which is what he tried to do next. Minimize the damage, minimize the casualties. Make things as tolerable as possible. A phyrric victory is better then nothing at the end of the day, right?

That's when Alfred insisted that he couldn't go in his normal costume either.

So Bruce Wayne, the Batman, is in reluctant attendance when he would much rather be out patrolling the streets. Guilted into attending a party by his butler. At least, at the end of the day, he did get final say over his costume.

So unsurprisingly, it's black. Black boots, black pants and a floofy laced black tunic. A black hood, a black cape and even a black scabbard. So the night's not a complete loss at least.

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Even determined English butlers have to occasionally take their phyrric victories too.

Still he's here, his gaze sweeping over the crowd slowly, drink in hand but unsurprisingly untouched.

Oliver Queen has posed:
"That ..., yes it is." Oliver is both surprised, amused and laughing when he notes it's indeed Kal-el as Batman. He shakes his head to himself. "Spoofing as one of his friends... How does he dare?" because hey, it's not like he was doing the same, right?! His eyes do take a moment to appreciate Vanessa's outfit though and he smiles at her, "You do look the best out of all of us though .."

He makes way, moving along to join up with the rest of the 'gang' that decided to come to the party tonight. His eyes settle on Arthur. "Already deep into your cups I see. Did you leave any for us at least?"

He then leans closer to Vanessa, telling her. "There's Dr. McCoy there. A good chance to talk to him." he suggests. He waves in the good doctor's direction.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Sashaying her way towards teh buffet table, Heather is here representing the Titans as well as just herself. But she spots Carol in costume and grins widely. She piles a plate high with snacks of every sort, and then turns to head towards the Marvelous Avenger. "Agent Danvers, is that you?" she asks as she approaches in her... almost too revealing costume. What? It was good enough for Carrie Fisher, right?

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana, away from the statue now is walking amongst the crowds, there being several hundred people here now gathered inside of the large Hall that spans around a 100 yards long and almost just as wide. There's a lot of room for people to mingle, move about the party. The Princess sips from her 'torch' where the bubbly liquid inside it glowing a amber rich color. She walks past Janet and smiles at her. "It is good to see you again, Janet." She says in a soft voice. "I hope you are able to find some relaxation here tonight." She says, maybe sensing the woman's frustration.

Conner Kent has posed:
Since coming here was a last minute decision of shorts, Conner couldn't find his favourite costume for this kind of party (Spider-Man, of course). Still, he managed to begborrowsteal a cool one. He comes dressed up in blue spandex, head to toe. Blue antennae on his head cap. The greatest super-hero ever: The Tick. He is also too late to catch but the end of Diana's speech. But that is also normal of him. So, he stands at the edge of the room for a minute, looking for people he knows that should be here too.

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope's pop culture well is not very deep, which can make Halloween a bit of a challenge. But there's one movie that someone has made sure she'd watch - How could they not? And, bonus, it's easy to gather the pieces of the costume from friends and acquaintances. Jeans, dark gray t-shirt, leather motorcycle jacket, and sunglasses are all easy to find! And a shotgun would be easy to find too, but in deference to the whole rules and social expectations thing, this one is 3D-printed.

Add in a little special effects make-up to make it look like there are some robotic parts under the surface, and it's pretty clear where she's coming from. Sure, she's a little shorter than Schwartzenegger, but she's definitely got the time-travelling badass thing down.

Standing just behind and to the side of Connor, she pokes him with the butt of the shotgun to make room for her to keep walking in. "I smell something good," she informs him, grin flashing.

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa laughs at Oliver's quip about dressing up as people they know. "Speaking of, I hope he's able to make it tonight," she says, seeming to refer to the original Hawkeye.

The compliment puts a smile on Vanessa's face. "Thank you," she tells Oliver. "I've always wanted to go as her. People used to tell me I resemble her actress," she comments in a straight tone.

As Henry McCoy is pointed out to her, Vanessa gives a nod and tells Oliver, "We met a little while ago, actually, while I was in New York. Are you familiar with him? I can introduce you if not," she offers.

As Oliver greets Arthur Curry, Vanessa smiles to him. "Hello, Vanessa Carlysle," she offers to him in greeting.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet joins the applause for Zatanna's stylish entry, grinning in approval at the touch of showmanship. Carol's compliment reclaims her attention and she grins proudly at the her friend. "Well, you're nailing the generous compliments," she congratulates Carol. The fashionista gives Carol a once over, then props her elbow on the bar and rests her chin in her hand. A heavy, thetrical sigh makes her shoulders rise and fall. "Maybe I've just got a thing for tall blondes in uniform." Janet's eyes widen and she bobs her brows suggestively at Carol, the edge of her pinkie momentarily caught in her teeth. A beat later, Janet laughs and gives Carol's arm a pat. "I'm just teasing hon, don't panic. But you do look great."

Diana arrives then and Janet beams a pleasant smile at her. "Nice speech," she congratulates Diana. "Very socially appropriate. How wild is this party gonna get? I might need to stop off and hassle Geisele, I think for once this year I've got her beat." She spots Karen and Superman-- Karen's impossible to miss, and Superman's build is hard to ignore-- and wiggles fingers at both of the Kryptonians in greeting. "Hey Supes, Steve's stuck at work," Janet says in a normal tone of voice despite the crowd between them. "He might be late, but told me to say 'hello' just in case."

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "Hey Hawkeye, so glad you didn't buy into this whole costume thing. Man, I am so glad you are here. Green Arrow just gets on your nerves doesn't he?" The Atlantean grins as he tilts his goblet back and /chugs/ for a few good swallows, then _wipes_ his forearm over his mouth. He crinkles his nose at Ollie. "I should probably lose points for that one, repetition."
    Then he points at Vanessa and lifts his voice, "Hey, Vanessa? Lookin' good." He takes a step back and gives her a single nod with a quirked eyebrow and biting his lower lip. "Very good."
    Then he leans forward all conspiratorial as he murmurs, "If you ever wanna, you know..." He holds a hand next to his mouth as if whispering and then jerks a thumb in Ollie's direction, "Lose the dead weight and all. Well." He winks then steps back.
    He grins and straightens up, then gestures, "You two want something to drink? I'll go wrangle something." And if so he'll start moseying.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana offers a light grin to Janet's question. a glance is sent Arthur's way. "It depends on how many ppeople Khal Drago recruits to his army of wild partiers, I suppose." She jests, before sipping her drink and smiling to Zatanna to offer her a wave as well.

Clark Kent has posed:
It's a rare night for Clark; most parties he goes to AS Clark, Daily Planet Clark, where he has to be a sort of awkward goof. And when he's somewhere as Superman, he's basically on the job. These Justice League mixers are a rare chance to actually let loose, a little, tiny bit, which may explain the elaborate, teasing costume.

Clark swoops over to Oliver, Vanissa and Arthur, laughing a bit. "I always liked the circus look better myself." Superman says, wink slightly spoiled by the cheap, rigid mask. "...crunk? Cranked?" Clark tries to parse Arthur's euphemism, and takes a minute to appreciate Zatanna's entrance. She always goes all out. It might be a little bizarre seeing Batman applaud and go, "Encor!" Cheerfully, but that sure is what's happening.

Another flash of speed, and Clark's by Conner, giving Superboy a clap on the shoulder. "Glad you decided to make it. Hello! Just making the rounds." Super-batman gives Hank McCoy a wave, "Love the costume, friend!"

Another zip, and he's by the buffet table again. It's like Superman's trying to store as much party into the seconds as he can manage, playfully looking over the snacks and smiling at Karen. He doesn't really know the Avengers set well enough to go full hair down around them, as much as he appreciates Janet making an appearance. Carol's costume's great, too, and he makes a note. And then.

Super-batman's grin broadens like a kid on Christmas, looking over Zorro. "You came. Did you catch Diana's speech?"

Namor has posed:
Sighing, Namor finally decides to walk over to Diana Prince herself, since this is a party and he can't just make a bad impression while representing //the entire ocean//.

He offers his hand to Diana and says, "I decided to come as a show of support. And since he," he motions his head over to Arthur. "Keeps saying he might drag the Justice League to Atlantis, I figured I should at least say hello to some of them, and perhaps see if maybe I might even find them tolerable."

Lyle Marston has posed:
Lyle joined in the applause as Zatanna made her appearance. Lyle made a note to himself to try to get an autograph from her before the night's out, being a fan of her work and all. As Lyle continued to make his way through the crowd, he noticed a man carrying a tray of martinis in the distance. Lyle grinned and began to make his way towards the, he wanted to practice his Robin Hood speak and this unassuming bartender was gonna be the test dummy. Once he got to the waiter, he said,

"Verily my good man. Wouldst thou hand me one of those fine bevarages?"

Yeah, his Robin Hood talk still needed work. But, the man seemed to get a kick out of it as he held his tray out for Robin Hood to take one, a large grin on his face. Robin Hood tipped his cap at the man and took the drink and began to sip it.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna does an elaborate bow after her appearance, grinning back at Arthur and Clark. "I like yours too. Are you Conan? Vercingetorix?" Do they even have that TV show?!

Of course, the applause from BatClark takes a moment to parse, because it's just so ridiculous. She greets him, in melodramatic fashion: "Batman, didn't you get the note? You're supposed to come in costume!" Obviously by that point she's well aware that it is not, in fact, Batman (did the cartoonish mask give it away?), but she still seems quite amused by the impersonation.

Once the smoke has cleared and her little entry routine is behind her, she makes a quick journey forward into the rapidly expanding crowd, circulating first to quickly greet - and check out the costumes! - any of her remaining fellow Leaguers as well as whatever other guests stand out to her. Naturally, Wonder Woman is a show-stealer: "Diana, that's just too perfect," she says with a laugh, noting the Princess' peerlessly idealistic, inspirational costume.

The ACTUAL Batman flies somewhat under her radar, because Alfred's costuming skills are /legendary/. He was a spy! And a classically trained British actor! You can't really beat that dude. So instead she wonders, nearer to Di, "Who's Zorro? He's Kinda cute."

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner smirks at Hope's food-detection abilities. "There should be some snacks ahead, I think they had a coffee machine," offers the young man, moving forward. Then he spots Super-Batman and stalls. "Oh man. He... didn't. Yes, he did," he snickers. "Okay, this should be fun. I wonder if any of your X-people is here. Not that I would know them." Food first, then he will go try to meet what passes as family for clones.

Carol Danvers has posed:
"I have no idea why I would panic. I can stoicly face anything life throws at me and do it all day Janet." teasing back. "Also I mean tall blondes in uniforms are definitely a good thing, but I'm probably biased."

There is a nod to Diana and a smile. "Very nice speech." she agrees there and then waves oer to Superman before looking back to Diana. "I like the lady liberty outfit, excellent choice. Very patriotic. Did you know I use to sell war bonds for the big one?" oh yeah Carol is enjoying this "I punched a lot of people dressed up like Hitler back then.. good ol days."

"I have to say BatSuperman and BatZorro are making my night though..." a grin.

Oliver Queen has posed:
"You should. Never repeat a joke, specially not the minute after." Oliver says. Because he's known for his jokes ... or not. But he indulges. "But, yes. That Green Arrow guy is always complaining about his city. Tiring even." though when Arthur goes about making his 'moves' at Vanessa he can't help but smirk. "Do we need to settle this over at the salmon ladder?" he questions the atlantean. But then he laughs, patting the large man on the shoulder, "I would certainly accept some drinks. I will even let you choose."

His eyes trail to Zee as well, giving her a grin. "You outdid yourself, Zatanna. As usual." though as Clark comes zipping by he quirks a brow at him, "Very courageous of you to come dressed like that.." he comments before the man is flying off again.

He finally looks back to Vanessa, "I have met him, yes. I was more saying if you wanted to talk to him about that issue, or arrange a meeting for another time."

Diana Prince has posed:

Diana flashes Zatanna a grin, her crimson painted lips showing her amusement in full, a look given down to her sparkling silver and grey Lady Liberty dress before she looks back up again. "A friend suggested it. I enjoy it. Plus--" She raises the 'torch' up to her lips to sip her drink. "It is functional too." She holds her grin before looking to Namor and accepting his hand to shake it. "it is good to see you again, King Namor. No trolls this time either, or potentially sinking cruise ships. So that is a bonus also." She shows him a smile then.

Diana's eyes look to Carol then, and she shows a warm expression to her. "You are spared from punching tonight, I hope, Carol, and I'm very happy to see you here, and thank you. You look great as well."

Henry McCoy has posed:
Captain Ameri-Marvel is given a wave, as is Janet. The Beast does spot the greeting from Oliver, nodding in return - not certain if they'd met before! Of course, costumes will do that to a person. He's not cheating either, in trying to sniff people out!
    Shifting his weight from foot to foot, he does his best impression of a scurrying lurch towards the snacks and drinks, still trying to get himself in the proper mindset.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    It is understandable that things get missed in a chaotic jumble of a party. But Heather just shrugs her shoulders and takes a bite of a snack. Popping a meaty tender thingee into her mouth and chewing as she turns from Carol.
    She regards the room and then grins, "Oh wow! We have -two- archers here! Hawkeye -and- Robin Hood!" she calls out. That said, she makes her way over towards the nearest one.. the one in green.
    "So, Robin of Locksley, back from the Crusades I see." she says to Lyle. "Alas, I am the wrong princess for your outfit, unless that sword is secretly a lightsaber."

Bruce Wayne has posed:
There certainly is a great deal of creativity on display and a great number of excellent costumes. Bruce will probably appreciate that later and perhaps he will even lighten up a bit. Halloween is a magical evening afterall. Though it's charms might not quite being up to change the heart of the Bat.

He lingers at the fringes of the party. Unlike the Gotham events where he is so often the center of attention he can get away with it here. It's something that he can definitely appreciates, and perhaps will even make the evening tolerable. And while he may blend better then most -- which might be the point -- there's no hiding from some people, is there?

"Nice costume," he says flatly to Clark, dipping his head ever so slightly. Tempting as it is to glare daggers at the other man perhaps even Gotham's Dark Knight can't entirely resist the sheer boyish enthusiasm.

Or perhaps he's plotting revenge. Terrible, terrible revenge.

"I almost wore the same outfit. Wouldn't that have been embarassing?" he offers up quietly.

And some people think Batman has no sense of humor.

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa Carlysle laughs at Arthur's comments to her. "Good to know I have options," she tells him before looking back to Oliver and giving his arm a little squeeze. "And yes, a drink would be lovely, thank you Arthur," she tells him with a smile.

The entrance by Zatanna is watched before Vanessa turns back and nods to Oliver. "We had some plans to follow up," she tells him. "We should say hello tonight though. Oh, and look, there's another archer," she says.

Vanessa flags down Lyle Marston after he has his martini. "Hello, Robin Hood," she tells him. "I'm Vanessa, and this fellow wishes he was Hawkeye," she says of Oliver Queen with a warm grin to him.

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope watches as Superman does a drive-by, lips quirking in amusement as she arches a brow up at Conner. "Was that...a Flash? Or...?" Some of these people she's still trying to fit into categories, but she at least knows superspeed when she sees it. Resting ths shotgun against her shoulder, she pushes up on her toes a bit to get a better look at all of the people and all of their costumes.

"We tend to be pretty insular, but..." Hank, at least, is a familiar face. She waves, even as she follows his path toward the snacks. You'd think no one ever fed them.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet follows Zee's side-eye to Zorro and shrugs at her with a non-committal headshake. "Beats me. All the secret identity stuff the League does, I just don't know how you guys do it," she tells Zatanna.

"Mm-- Diana, while I've got you here, I wanted to ask if you've got any, uh, young-ish Amazon girls who might want to do a guest appearance for GIRL," she requests of the princess. "I figured I'd ask you before Nadia does. I think she stole my contact list and is texting everyone in a cape. She's really eager to start building this little lab team up. Not that I object to a bunch of wunderkinds sitting around dreaming up some fancy new tech," she allows.

A beat. "I mean, as long as someone keeps Nadia's mad scientist in check. If she turns out anything like her dad, our insurance deductible is going to be through the roof in no time."

Namor has posed:
Turning around when Carol speaks to Diana, Namor suddenly ovvers his hand to her as well. "I see, so //this// is the Queen of America. And here I thought you were a democracy." He respectfully nods to Carol. "Namor, King of Atlantis, Emperor of the Deep, Lord of the Seven Seas, Imperious Rex. It's an honor, Your Majesty."

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "You don't want to mess with me, Arrow." Arthur says as he starts walking then points at him. "My salmon ladder uses real salmon, you'd be in for a world of hurt." And leaving the details of that behind him he heads on.
    Then he's calling over toward Zatanna, Arthur sees to have no problem with the idea of shouting across the room indeed like unto a Conan of some renown. "From that HBO show!" He says while walking backwards, then spreads his arms wide as if to give her a full view of the costume, leather bracers, braided beard, wild claw marks, pectorals and all!
    But then he spins back around, and perhaps a little too far in his spin but he keeps walking, heading to the bar. He pauses as he draws near Lyle Hood and grins crookedly, "Hey! Was one of my fave heroes as a kid. You know any of the Disney songs?" He asks as he walks again backwards a bit to mainain the conversation.
    But his footsteps falter near Hope as he pauses there, "Oh hey! Kid, what's the haps?" Then he turns to the tender at the bar and puts in his order for Vanessa and Ollie. And himself too, refill. Hoowaa.

Karen Starr has posed:
    It's easy to tell who at the party is a Kryptonian; Never was there so much damage to be done to a buffet table. Still, Karen has time to offer her own applause at Zatanna's entrance, offering the other heroine a genuine, friendly smile.

    It is only then that Clark approaches, and there is a mild war. Karen will allow him to have the shrimp puffs, only as long as he makes no movement on the bacon-wrapped barbecue mini-sausages. They're her favorite, and she isn't about to give up that ground. Other battlefields may erupt.

    Karen's lips are already a little red with punch, the blood of the buffet table war.

    However, that is over and done with swiftly. Her attention goes, then, to the other party goers, and she can't help but catch Janet. Her feet leave the ground for a moment, and in a swift zip that doesn't seem to dislodge the food on her over-packed plate, Karen arrives at Janet and Carol, her second stop of the party.

    "It gets pretty easy. It's kind of a separation of church and state style thing." she offers, taking a moment to bring her cup to her lips a moment or two after the statement. "It's best for everyone involved. We all have lives that are best left not in danger based on who we are- or, you know, in as little danger as possible."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"That's brilliant," Zatanna enthuses as Diana shows off the /real/ magic of her multi-purpose costume prop slash beverage-holder. Seriously, she sounds a little jealous of the pure brilliance of costuming one's alcohol! "And it reminds me that I need a drink!"

Refraining from any 'egareveb raeppa!' she just starts looking around for a server or, failing that the bar, doing some more meet-n-greet as people come and go through the costumed madhouse that the party has already become. "I like yours Ollie. Though I'm a little worried with a costume that good you might genuinely confuse someone as to which of you is on what team. It's enough of a problem keeping track of the archers when you dress normally!"

Case and point, there's a Robin Hood too?! "Are you sure that's not you over there?" she wonders, very seriously.

Glancing at Janet, she admits, "I don't, mostly, since my stage persona is public. Although I think the average person isn't entirely sure how much of what I do is real and how much of it isn't. Which, frankly, is how I like it. It's no fun if all the mystery is gone." And as Karen seems to have vaguely joined them, quickly offers: "Very seasonal."

Then, much more rudely shouted back to Arthur (because, chaos): "I need to catch up on my streaming log! Between Vegas and the League, I'm soooooo behind. No spoilers!"

Carol Danvers has posed:
Namor's greeting actually does catch Carol off guard, the whole Queen of America business and then oh so very, very serious. "Uh." is her reply for half a heartbeat. Because she isn't quite sure where the Queen of America thread actually came from. Still. Protocol kicks in pretty well.

She takes his hand and inclines her head. "A pleasure to meet you King Namor of Atlantis. I hope you are enjoying your time here and this party so far?" still not sure how to correct a visiting royal if he actually thinks she is queen of America without it being a diplomatic incident that will make Fury sigh.

She does glance to Janet. "I am very grateful for our lack of secret identities." she says agreeably. There is a smile to Karen "Well I imagine... but still I am glad to not have to deal with it. Though it does mean I have had to master the baseball cap disguise. Steve showed me the ins and outs. He is a pro at it."

Diana Prince has posed:
There are yet more people arriving to the party, more costumed couples, and groups slipping in through the arched entry ways from the Justice Plaza in the front of the Hall.

The music continues from the stage, the band playing an orchestral version of Monster Mash, a man dressed up as Frankenstein in a tuxedo belting out the tune!

Many people have moved to the dance floor to sing to the music as well.

Clark Kent has posed:
"My only true costume is the shadows, citizen. My only companion, moonlight." Clark rasps to Zatanna, moving his cape in front of his face and waggling his eyebrows.

"Relax, he'll be secretly flattered." Superman reassures Oliver, even though this is likely super untrue. He, for the record, was so brief wih Hope and Conner because he wasn't sure if his...

Whatever 'clone son from the future' means in practical terms is on a little date or just with a friend. He doesn't want to be actually overbearing and figures Conner will set the tone for the evening.

There is a brief moment of tension with his fellow Kryptonian over snacks, but Clark is willing to concede the sausages. They don't make them right in the city anyway.

"I dunno, Zorro, I think I wear it better." Clark adopts Bruce's preferred tone of voice as they chat, his eyes shining a little as the rare treat of Batman going along with a gag is presented. He knows Bruce is going to get him back for this, that's part of the fun. "One of us would've had to change at least."

He raises an eyebrow at Dracula calling Diana queen of America. "Arthur is that your...cousin?"

Conner Kent has posed:
"Oh hey," a pass-by-Super-bat. Conner grumps. "That was Superman. I'll try to catch him later, I guess," he comments to Hope, looking somewhat distracted. "I really don't know well most of the Leaguers. I don't think I have really talked with Flash ever. Although Bart talks about him so much I feel I know him." He grins.

He spots Hope waving to the blue Hyde-Beast. It takes him a second to remember who Hank McCoy is. "Oh, he is also an Avenger, right?"

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet grins at Zatanna's commentary. "Peej, you're literally bulletproof," she says, referring to the Kryptonian's positon on the topic also. "You could go maskless. I mean, me'n Carol do it. It's not like I've got a secret hideout under the 5th street location," she says with a tone indicating agreement.

Janet makes eye contact with Hank as he circulates and lifts her drink at him in a gesture of welcome salute before focusing back on the immediate conversation around her. Namor's formal greeting is met with upraised eyebrows; she leans back from his field of view to exchange A Look with Karen, silently interrogating the Kryptonian with a 'what is this guy's deal' non-verbal exchange.

Namor has posed:
"Of course. Well, perhaps not so much enjoying //Aquaman//, but I like to think that the feeling is mutual enough for it to be something we don't mince words about."

He calls over to Arthur, "We're in a good place with hating each other, right?" he asks, in what could almost be interpreted as a joke, for as much as Namor ever stops having a straight face.

Then Karen comes over, and he nods to her. "We've met as well. Better circumstances this time."

Hope Summers has posed:
"Hey, Aqua-guy!" Hope grins at Arthur, tilting her head as she gives him a bit of a curious look. "It's...Game of Thrones, right?" Of course she's watched at least some of that. It's full of violence and murder and terrible things happening. It's like reality TV! "How's your butt?" Weird question, Hope.

At Conner's question, she pauses, brows rising. "I'm...not sure," she admits. "Hard to keep track sometimes, you know? But he's pretty great. And a total genius, and also keeps the infirmary well-stocked, which, you know, I appreciate. I'm gonna get some snacks."

Even if she has to snatch them from beneath the jaws of mighty Kryptonians!

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana spends a few moments greeting some of the others who have stepped over towards her to speak. She welcomes them ot the party and offers them directions on where to find different things to enjoy here-in. When they separate from her, she starts to move around some, a look is given over to where she sees Clark and Bruce, their speaking to one another earsn a smile from the Themysciran, given across the distance to both of them before she walks over to see Ollie and Vanessa. "Oliver, you look very... Avenged." she says with a smile before grinning and looking Vanessa over, she does't place the origin of that costume though. "My, you are very beautiful." She does at least afford Vanessa.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
He watches Clark zip about the room and has to wonder what a Kryptonian on a sugar high is like to deal with. It's possible that there is a kansas couple that deserves a freaking medal for service above and beyond.

Shaking his head, the erstwhile Dark Knight takes a sip of his drink, gaze watching the ebb and flow of the crowd. If nothing else, the evening is a marvel for people watching. It might not be the same as being out on patrol, but it does have a surprising amount of value, sometimes at the most unlikely of times.

Slipping in amongst the crowd, Zorro circulates through the room, exchanging an occasional pleasantry here, or there, wishing various folks a Happy Halloween. He even sounds like he means it. He only pauses for a moment as he passes by Diana, dipping his head ever so slightly. "Lovely speech," he offers up simply.

Bruce... isn't effusive in his praise.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Drawn up and attention gained as Clark asks Arthur that question even as he drums fingers on the countertop of the bar, waiting for his order to be filled. He looks across the way in the direction of Namor, then back to Superman."Mmmm,"
    He turns to lean back against the bar and says, "Maybe?" A hint of confusion there.
    But then Namor's voice lifts cutting across the room as he hollars back at him, "Oh yeah. That's him."
    He then raises his voice in counterpoint. "LOVE YA CUZ!"
    Then back to the bar and Hope Schwarzenegger. "Got it in one, that one horse dude." He tells the small X-Person. Then he's handed the drinks and lifts them up, all three clinking together as he holds them and tells her. "My butt. Exquisite. Did you guys really save that piece of the bulkhead?" His lip twists and if she says they did well he might even say, 'awesome.' Then he's heading back toward Ollie and Vanessa.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Hope! He definitely recognizes Hope. Henry offers a crooked Hyde-eque smile. "Evening, young Hope. How are you doing tonight?" The man asks, slowly filling a plate with various snacks and edibles. "Fancy folks here tonight, right?" As The Bat zips by, he offers a wave - not exactly one-hundred percent sure who it was. Still polite!
    "Quite the assemblage here tonight, I suppose. Hoping to make myself feel ... more myself." He grins over to the other mutant in the room. A nod is given to Conner, having clearly been in a conversation with Hope. "Sorry, didn't mean to intrude or interrupt. Pleasure to meet you - Henry McCoy." He offers over, with a grin.

Oliver Queen has posed:
"Clearly a rival archer. We will have to settle this on the shooting range." Oliver says, looking at Lyle and dipping his head in both a greeting but also in respect at the choice of outfit. Archers represent, yo!

"May the wings of liberty never lose a feather." he says in a toast to Diana's approach with a drink that (hopefully) Arthur will have brought up already. "I decided my old friend needed a little homage. Was hoping he'd be around, but haven't seen him yet." a glance to where Janet and Captain Marvel where at. "I will have to check and see with them if he came." eyes go back to Diana. "Great party you got going here. I have hope for what we will be doing with the League." he tells her with a dip of his head.

"Have you met Vanessa?" he then asks.

Karen Starr has posed:
    Karen shrugs. "Maybe I am, that's true." There's, then, a casual and quiet further sip of her punch. "But the people I care about aren't. I've been too slow before. I haven't been strong enough before. A secret is less hassle than a corpse. Weighs less, too." Oof. Someone touched a nerve. Strange though that she's so sensitive about it- nobody else is likely to be.

    Her attention goes then to Namor, who has recognized her from the beach. Her brow raises in veiled minor disdain, and she nods. "Yep. Better terms this time, for sure. It's a party, after all, not a tsunami, so the bar is set pretty low."

    Smiling, though, she offers this friendly chuckle at Zatanna. "Eh, as long as people don't start guessing that I'm pumpkin spice Power Girl, it'll be fine."

Carol Danvers has posed:
No clarification on the Queen situation is coming. She blinks a couple of times. "Not enjoying Aquaman..." she notes and then looks over at Arthur and then back to Namor. She still isn't positive he is kidding with that last line.

"Oh.. he is your cousin." with Arthur's helpful shout back. There is a bit of amusement there back in her expression.

She finishes off her drink and pivots a touch to get another drink from the bar, it is honestly a halloween themed Moscow Mule. Not the most Captain Rodgers appropriate drink, Halloween Mule though in this case at least.

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa looks up as Diana comes over. She can't help have her eyes light up a little bit with excitement. Every girl grew up looking up to Wonder Woman to greater or lesser degree, even if they knew they could never be a superhero like her. And those memories stick.

"Oh thank you, that's very kind, Your Highness," Vanessa tells her, and looks down at her outfit. "Something from an old favorite TV show," she tells her. "It's very nice to meet you," Vanessa says, the young woman's large, sloe eyes still lit with excitement as Oliver introduces them.

Vanessa glances over, seeing Henry McCoy and when their eyes meet, she waves a greeting over to him.

Namor has posed:
"He's awful, but I suppose he's good for the image of Atlantis, at least by surface dweller standards." Namor looks to Carol and adds, "No offense."

"So, what do you do, really?" he asks her, looking the costume over. "You seem familiar, like from the news, but the costume is throwing me off. You definitely carry yourself like a warrior, you walk like someone with discipline. I'd say you wouldn't go down in a fight with me too easily." he determines as he sort of assesses her like someone assesses potential soldiers.

Then he takes a drink. "I also need more marlot. Princess Diana!" he calls over to her. "Are there servants or do I have to walk to the marlot?"

Clark Kent has posed:
"Huh." Super-batman says, shrugging. Another mystery solved! Bruce has slunk off somewhere to be mysterious, which is a bummer, but Clark can give him a bit of hell later. It's hard dealing with crowds with Super-hearing, sometimes you pick up conversations you don't mean to.

Clark's insides screw up, briefly, at the thought of coming home to his parents and seeing a letal toy sodier outside, covered in blood, or the mailbox stuffed with itching powder that makes you scratch yourself to death, or a steaming, atomic hole in the ground where the Kent farm used to be. It was...hard, keeping the Secret from just about anyone in his life outside of the Busniess that mattered. He didn't know how so many of the New York set handled being public.

Oh here's Diana. Clark flips the smile on with practiced ease; noting Conner with friends, something he'd dearly hoped to see soon, helped. "Diana!" Superman says, warmly, "Thank you for putting all of this together. I think everyone really needed an evening to let loose."

The Country Boy inside of Clark twitches a little at 'walk to the marlot' but Ma always said feeding a fire's no way to put it out.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"He's really got the persona down, don't you think?" Zatanna reflects on the continued adventures of BatClark, and his very effectively spooky night-based dialogue. This is, of course, now in the presence of ActualBat in Zorro form, as he comes to join them with Zee none the wiser.

Karen's comment and/or concern earns her a longer, more thoughtful look that is definitely only for the sake of evaluating her outfit. "Is it a comment on the holiday or more... the seasonal obsession with pumpkin-themed foods that probably shouldn't exist? I am sort of surprised no one has come as a giant latte cup, yet." Feel free to steal that one, folks! Zatanna's just giving away brilliant ideas over here! "I guess it would be a little... it takes commitment to go with the full concept costume versus the Mean Girls approach." With Zee 100% falling into the latter!

"Are you a fan of the film?" she now wonders of their Zorro, wheeling on him after grabbing a beverage. It's smoking, which is promising.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
When Ollie looks over at Janet she flashes a smile back at him, clearly recognizing the other socialite (though he's aging-- gracefully!-- out of that particular age group). Billionaires tend to rub elbows at all the same parties, it seems.

"Captain America here? She's my sidekick," Janet informs Namor with a deadpan amusement. "I've got a whole merchandising deal worked out just waiting for a signature. 'Wasp and Cap'. We'll sell action-figures in a dual box set, make a killing on the toy industry." She bites back a mirthful grin while shooting a sidelong look at Carol.

Conner Kent has posed:
See, maybe Hope knows the League better than Conner, after all. Aquaman? Okay. He waves weakly as in half apology about Hope asking about his butt.

Yes, foodstuff now. Not that he is the 'mighty' Kryptonian than can steal food from Hope. She is always hungry and usually heavily armed, he has noticed. "You want to meet Superman? I mean, at least I should say hello more... official-like. I have not seen him since we talked at Robin's lab." Which was awkward!

Fortunately Dr. McCoy comes by to offer him a distraction. "Hello. I am Conner," he offers his hand to the blue doctor. "Hope was just telling me about you."

Hope Summers has posed:
"I thought about it," Hope grins to Arthur. "But, you know. There were more important things going on. So it's probably on the bottom of the ocean where it can only be appreciated by sea-people. Some day someone will recover it and wonder who the model was." Snagging a plate, she piles it with pigs in a blanket as she looks to Hank.

"Oh, sorry! This is Conner," she introduces the pair. "Conner, this is Hank. Conner and I are, uh." There's a look to Conner, cheeks flushing a little bit as the rest of her brain catches up with her. Hank talks to Scott. Scott takes his not-exactly-family duties seriously. But... "Dating," she finally says, covering the hesitation with a quick, casual smile.

Diana Prince has posed:
Oliver's words draw Diana's attention back to him, the feather comment making her grin quite large. "I hope for the same." She says back to him. "It has been a long time since I saw Hawkeye as well, I would like to change that. I was hoping more of the Avengers would make it tonight, but it seems they are busy. Hopefully just enjoying the holiday somewhere, rather than something dire." She puts her eyes back to Vanessa and shows her a soft smile. "Ah a television show. Well it is a beautiful dress, and... Diana is fine, you needn't fret with formality with me. This is a party, we are friends here!" She perks up her words there at the end and emphasises them with a little bubbling laugh to go along with her smile. "Enjoy your evening, both of you." She says before slipping onward.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Namor gets Carol's attention again. She looks him over very critically. It is one of those assessing looks turned right back around. It helps that when she said she was familiar with him, she had read his files at some point like most of the superhumans on SHIELD's radar.

Before she can answer though Janet cuts in and turns it into a joke. She looks sidelong to Janet "Well that would probably sell really well, you should lay it all out and we can take the Christmas aisles in the stores by storm Janet." she leans a bit on the bar and raises her hands spreading them out from each other in one of those setting a scene "I can see it now."

Then she looks back to Namor. "As to what I do, usually it involves punching capital ships and not going down in a fight."

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Giving a wave to Conner as he saunters back toward Oliver and Vanessa, he does indeed provide the proper drinks to them and lifts his own goblet back to his lips, espying Diana now finally and sizing her up.
    "Not bad, not bad. We have a patriotic thing going on here." He says as he gives a nod toward Captain Carol, though he does spare a glance for Janet in her costume and its rather form-fitting quality. "You have the best friends, Diana." He says simply.
    This does, however, of course bring him near Namor. Which assuredly cannot be good news for various and sundry hackles in the area.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
As his current trajectory is taking him on a crash course towards the dance floor and the group sing-a-long he is by no means disappointed to have a reason to pause at least for a few minutes. He even flashes the briefest of smiles, though again perhaps the annonymity has as much to do with that as anything, The smile does not linger however and he makes just a bit of a face as she mentions Super-Bats truly capturing the essence of his role. "He is in danger of catching something, that much is for certain," he agrees drily.

His gaze drops for just a moment, almost as if to remind himself of the costume he is wearing before Bruce raises his gaze back to Zatanna once more. "It was my favorite growing up," he agrees, dipping his head her way. "I can't say that it still is, but it still has a great deal of meaning, if nothing else," he notes.

Lyle Marston has posed:
Much to his surprise, Lyle's costume seemed to be getting attention. First, a woman dressed up as Princess Leia pointed out the similarites between him and a fellow dressed up as Hawkeye. Lyle said nothing but merly grinned at her comment, and her subsequent one about his sword. Than, another woman actually invited him to meet Hawkeye, which he did, and he grinned along with his joke as well. He then tooka sip of his martini and said to to Oliver and Vanessa while extending his hand for a shake,

"It is pleasure to meet both of you. My name is Lyle Marston, you may be familiar with me if you keep up to date with the literary world. I wrote a best seller and it's still number one in multiple lists believe it or not."

He then lets out another chuckle as he takes another sip of his martini.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Conner's hand is shaken. "Pleasure to meet you, Conner." Henry Hyde offers over, with a polite nod. "Hopefully she wasn't spilling too many of my sinister secrets." The man says, releasing the hand and glancing over to the young Summers. A pause and a wobble of his tray at the mention of dating. The smile fades for the briefest of instances - not in disappointment, but another emotion. Soon enough, the winning smile is back.
    "Oh! Is this a date then? Trip the light fantastic among the superheroes of modern day?" He asks, looking to the two.
    He /did/ see Vanessa's greeting, offering a wave back after a few moments have passed.

Namor has posed:
"You're very small." Namor observes of Janet van Dyne. "Good choice of sidekick." he says with an actual smile. A small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, but still a smile.

"Punching ships, very relatable." He motions to Carol's costume. "Is this simply a reference, or are you also from back then? I was in the war myself." he states, though quickly adds, "The second war, when I was fresh out of my teens. Punched my share of Nazis with Hawk Girl, among others."

He literally turns his nose up at Arthur. "Please don't embarass our entire civilization."

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Arthur's response sidelong without looking at Namor is to simply say, "Sure thing, eyebrows."

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa Carlysle gets the drink from Arthur, returning to him a smile of gratitude. "Thank you, Arthur," she tells him, and then her attention goes back to Diana to whom Vanessa says, "Diana then. Thank you. And it's a lovely event. Glad we were able to attend," she says.

As Lyle takes her up on the offer to meet 'Hawkeye', Vanessa introduces him as the Avenger. "Of course you know Hawkeye, who claims to be the best archer in the world," she says, doing her best to keep herself from grinning. "And I'm Vanessa. Or, Inara from Firefly," she says in case people don't get her costume.

Diana Prince has posed:
The orchestra on stage starts to play Michael Jackson's Thriller, a rousing and upbeat version with a show to go along with it.

Off to the right side of the party there is a fire-show being put on display to accompany the music.

A man dressed in an all black suit with a lit-up pumpkin mask on is pulling the tops of some of the pumpkins gathered around him, causing jets of FLAME to shoot up out of the top of each, every time the song being played hits a high point, a taller and bigger burst of flsmae shoots up in to the air!

The fire bursts light up the entirety of the Hall and many of the guests applaud and cheer for the dancing pumpkin man's show, along with the music!

Playing to: https://youtu.be/KkPqblpoI8E

Karen Starr has posed:
    Karen offers this shake of her head a couple of times at Zatanna. "Nope, sorry, that's all pretty incorrect. -Especially- the part about the latte. I saw someone in that on the way over." Was that a lie? Nobody will ever know, probably. "I figured, I was watching these videos, right. Couldn't shake the idea of coming to the party as David S. Pumpkins, so."

    There's a shrug. Karen smiles, though, flashing Zatanna this billion-dollar happy expression, despite the heaviness from just moments before. "Of course, it's nothing as awesome as being the rabbit pulled out of a hat, but it's the best I could do on short notice."

Oliver Queen has posed:
"Thanks. You actually did bring them." Oliver says to Arthur, perhaps a touch surprised. He is playing a barbarian afterall, maybe he thought he'd drink all the drinks! He lifts his glass in a salute back to Janet and a grin. Though as Namor and Arthur start going at it he lets out a sigh, "Try not to tear up the place, will you?" but he dips his head to greet the Imperious Rex. "Good evening."

He looks back to Vanessa and shakes his head, "Claims is the key word here." yes, he takes the bait. Or he is just teasing. Any is fine! "And good to meet you, Mr. Marston. I like your choice of outfit. Very old-school. Do you know how to use a bow?" he then inquires.

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner grins when McCoy mentions 'sinister secrets' and even more than Hope blushes. "Not much. She never tells me anything about you guys," 'you guys' being the X-Men. But Conner knows a bit about the need of secrets, even if his own secret identity is very flimsy. "So, I am going to have to wait to catch you in parties like this one, I guess. They should be done more often."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana sweeps past Arthur, and offers him a soft smile and a light nod. "We, have the best of friends." She says to him before sipping her torch-light drink once more. "And thank you, perhaps this will be my new uniform for League missions." She jests with the Dothraki. "I like yours as well. Very Conan the Barbarian." She gets it wrong on purpose, just to tease him a bit.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"I'm not small, I'm fun-sized for convenience," Janet informs Namor with a feigned haughtiness. She shifts on the stool (carefully) and hooks her heel on a rung for a bit of balance, set to face more of the little conversational circle that's rotating around the area.

She doesn't quite heed Ollie's warning in time to head off the question on her lips, unfortunately. "So--" a finger gestures between Namor and Khal. "How're you two related? Are you actual cousins, or is more of a 'grew up in the same neighborhood' sort of deal?"

The bartender nudges her elbow resting on the bartop behind her with a fresh drink; Janet exchanges her Rum Runner cocktail for a refill. She's powering through them at least as fast as anyone else there and thus far, it makes her look just a little relaxed. Even slouching comfortably against the bar she keeps up a certain poise as if expecting someone to pop out of the crowd with a camera in hand to snap a candid.

Lyle Marston has posed:
Lyle grins at Vanessa and bows, taking off his cap in the process. He then finishes off his martini and signals a nearby waiter to bring him another drink. He then turns to Hawkeye and says,

"A pleasure to meet you too "Hawkeye"

He then sighs a bit as he says," No, i don't know how to use the Bow and Arrow. I chose this costume because Robin Hood was my childhood hero, I always wanted to be him. Now, i am.

At this, he lets out a loud guffaw as he grabs a Long Island Iced tea from a nearby waiter and takes a sip from it.

Carol Danvers has posed:
"Well, space ships." she clarifies.

Then blinks "No.. I am not in the world war two club... I think that is jusst Steve.. Winter Soldier.. Diana... " thoguhtful pause "You.. Hawkgirl... few others." thinks about it. "I have punched a whole lot of nazis though, just the modern incarnation and Hydra.. ugn. .Hydra..." she shakes her head.

Her drink is sipped. Then she looks to Janet "Have you ever punched a Hydra goon, it is very theraputic."

Hope Summers has posed:
"Well, I was probably not going to show up here without Conner," Hope admits with a wry smile for Hank. "But it's pretty cool." Overhearing some of the exchange between Namor and Arthur, she pops a pig in a blanket into her mouth, watching them unabashedly. "Who do you think will win if they start fighting?" she asks. "I mean, I've seen Aquadude in action, but I've seen //more// of Namor - back home at least - and I feel like there's an argument either way. But given the company, probably more a matter of who hits the hardest the fastest before the whole place comes down on their heads."

Hope is here for the peanut gallery tactical analysis, apparently.

Clark Kent has posed:
Clark hides a smile at Carol giving Namor the busniess.

"I'm sure they wouldn't do anything out of the spirit of the holliday." What is absolutely Superman's voice says in that gentle, could mean one thing or another sort of way he has, in regards to Arthur and Namor's good natured ribbing.

Clark wonders, idly, if he should go over himself, but that super looks like a date. Who wants their weird future-dad showing up on a date? Bruce is having fun not being Bruce with Zee, and Clark's loathe to break that up too. Clark finds himself by the punch bowl for a minute, idly wishing Lois was here. She would have, at least, started a fight by now.

Clark takes a bacon wrapped sausage, because Karen's abandoned the buffet table and they're now fair game. Krypton rules.

Karen Starr has posed:
    Karen's gaze leaves Zatanna long enough to see Clark at the buffet table, offering the darkest, most intensely deadly glare she's ever given. This will not be forgotten.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"I'm glad the seasonal beverages are getting their due representation!" Zatanna declares. She has no reason to disbelieve Karen, anyway, and it seems plausible that some one would have put the idea into practice. "Oh, its a specific character?" she then wonders, again eying Karen's suit. She really doesn't seem to watch enough TV.

Sipping on her smoking beverage, she turns again toward Bruce. "I wouldn't say I'm a huge movie buff, but I do like the dramatics and action of that kind of stuff, the swordfighting I mean, and the settings, that kind of classic action. Although I think I'm more a Westley girl. Though it's basically the same thing, isn't it?" Perhaps a true Zorro buff would disagree!

Nor can she, like everyone, keep from observing and commenting on the building rivalry of sea-dudes. "If you want them dumped in the nearest Aquarium, just let me know."

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa Carlysle smiles at the bow she gets from Lyle. "Stealing from the rich and giving to the poor? Or perhaps liking the story with Maid Marian?" she asks Lyle as he mentions Robin Hood being a favorite character of his growing up.

The young woman looks back to Hawkeye and smiles over to him, her eyes sparkling a bit still at having made the comment about the other archer's claimed prowess. Her hand rests on his arm and gives it a little rub though, just a private touch to signify who /she/ thinks is the best archer in the world.

Herself, of course.

Diana Prince has posed:
Members of the wait staff begin to filter through the crowd, wearing jackets covered in punpkin or skull decals, carrying trays laoded with drinks, some glowing bright orange called 'Pumpkin Spice Blast' and some bubbling and glowing bright green with smoke rolling out of them called 'Wicked Witch Apple Brew'.

They start to pass them out and around to the guests.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Slouching a bit with a hint of feigned exasperation, Arthur tells Diana with only a hint of admonishment. "I might as well go as Conan, so many of you uncultured philistines." He shakes his head sadly as he tilts his goblet back and takes a nice long drink from it, then brushes two fingers over his beard.
    "Had a couple folk tell me they were gonna come as one or another person from the books, but nope!" That last word said with an emphasis to it, though he shakes his head. Again with the condemnation.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    (Did I forget my deoderant?) O O o o . . That is the thought the runs through Heather's head as Lyle wanders off to meet Hawkeye. Well, it is Hawkeye, right? Okay a Hawkeye costume. Either way, the blonde slips back to the buffet table and reaches for a couple more of those bacon wrapped sausage things. They are AWESOME!
    She needs like five times the normal caloric intake herself due to her healing factor needing fuel. It helps her stay skinny too. What? CHEATING IS WINNING!
    Either way, she lets her eyes sweep over the room now and picks up a beverage once her plate is full again. But it seems she chose the same time to visit the table that SuperBat did. "So Batman. Been working out?" she asks with a smirk.

Namor has posed:
Namor wrinkles his nose and grunts at Arthur, "When I see you all together here. Power Girl, presumably one of the muscled ones is Superman, and others, I'm reminded that the surface isn't all primitive people drinking liquid sugar and worshipping the useless upper class who provides nothing to mankind."

"When I first met Hawkgirl, I was young and fresh faced, I barely had a taste of combat outside of Atlantis, barely knew a thing about humanity other than my juvenile impressions." He shakes his head, and mysteriously he's been provided with more marlot when no one was looking.

"I could have torn through the enemy, but they'd have used the opportunity to take my allies and overrun our position. I didn't know what to do, and then, like, some kind of angel, Hawkgirl flew over heads, leading an army of takes and reinforcements." He shakes his head, taking a long sip of his drink. "I can honestly say that it's the one of the few moments I've experienced both true love and the distinct emotion that you feel right before you destroy an entire line of Nazi artillery."

But, something earlier runs through his mind again. "Space ships. I suppose you'll be the one fighting Maxima if she ever decides to try and take over Earth."

He's quick to take to take a Wicked Witch Apple Brew in his free hand.

Vivian Vision has posed:
Not so long ago Vivian was given some very important advice about arriving for parties. Be fashionably late. The trouble is calculating what counts as 'fashionable' and today at least she's got the math rather wrong. Somehow arriving later than Janet. A feat many considered impossible!

Her costume is, physically at least, not very impressive. Being just a simple black leotard. It's the holograph she's projecting which really makes it though. She's come as SHODAN. A slightly translucent floating face made of circuits, wires and crackling green lightning. Thankfully it's just a visual effect and totally harmless. Unless perhaps you're of the nervous disposition.

Henry McCoy has posed:
"We are a bit secretive about our people. Well, those of them who don't have more... outted identities. I have the blessing and curse of being known, and being identified for who I am." A motion to his face and hands. "Something about having a rather unique appearance." Henry offers to Conner. A nod about the parties. "It... has been a challenge lately to make these large fetes. I've been feeling a bit under the weather."
    It's not quite that, but it will suffice.
    To Hope, he chuckles. "I have no wager to place on that. I am sure I have my preferences, but I'd rather play that close to the chest. Are you expecting an Atlantean brawl?"

Lyle Marston has posed:
Lyle grins at Vanessa and says,

"As a child, i admired Robin Hood's bravery and determination. Why, stealing from rich selfish noble's and giving to the poor downtrodden, peasants of Nottinghamshire really got the gears turning in my head when I wrote La Raton. Plus, having an actual Highwayman in my family tree helps."

Lyle then grins again as he grabs a witches brew and begins to sip from it.

Conner Kent has posed:
"Aquaman," replies Conner to Hope's question after a couple seconds meditation. "After all, he is in the Justice League," see, this is super-team sidekick loyalty, or something. Also, Superman is better than Thor. Etc.

Speaking of Supers, look who came here drawn by the bacon wrapped sausages! Conner heads the way, gesturing Hope to come with him. Along the way he also manages to snatch a couple of the bubbling and glowing drinks and offers one to the redhead.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana once more sips her drink as she pauses to exchange with Arthur a bit. She glances over at him again and just shakes her head softly at him. "I am teasing. You look great, and that character's ... story ... left me very sad. As did most in that show." Diana has watched Game of Thrones, it's true. She then offers a smile to Conner and Hope as well, when they address Arhtur. "Hope the party is going well for you." she tells them both.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Uh yeah, that bitch that pepper sprayed me and Steve a while back?" Janet reminds Carol. "I put her in traction. As far as I know she's still in a wheelchair, too. Had it coming, nasty HYDRA goon," she mutters into her drink.

If Janet hadn't seen Viv's costume earlier she would have missed the girl entirely. She rises a little on the barstool, balancing on the rung behind her heel and with one hand on Carol's shoulder for stability. "Over here!" Janet calls to the synthezoid. "Come join the party!"

Hope Summers has posed:
"I'm not ruling it out," Hope grins at Hank. "Just making sure I can get out of the way quick enough if they go sideways." As Conner starts away, she pops another pig in a blanket into her mouth, waving with her free hand. "I'll see you around, Hank!" she calls back, waving hand snagging one of the glowing green drinks on the way past.

"I'll give you he'd probably swing first," she manages to say to Conner before they're passing by Diana. "It's great!" she says cheerfully, mouth still half full of tiny hot dogs and pastry. "Thank you for having us!" Her manners may be rudimentary, but she has picked up a couple.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "I'm sure he'll come back in the sequel." Arthur offers and maaaybe he didn't really read the books. Or watch too much of the show. To be fair. He leans over toward Oliver and Vanessa, doing a once over check to make sure they still have their drinks or aren't toting around empties, then he gestures with his goblet.
    "So, Vanessa. When are you going to make Arrow an honest man, huh?" He looks at Ollie and shakes his head, "This guy, calls me up late at night, weeping, sobbing. Bitter tears..."

Bruce Wayne has posed:
"I don't have a great deal of time for movies anymore either," 'Zorro' conceeds quietly though he nods his head Zatanna's way. "Though growing up my father and I would watch the classics together. Hence, Zorro," he says, briefly gesturing at his costume. Just about everything comes back to his parents, doesn't it? "But yes, classics are classics," he allows, apparently not going to dispute her call. Perhaps he doesn't get the reference? Though he proves that's not the case just a moment later. "I am more of a Inigo Montoya fan," he suggests. Probably not a surprise.

As he converses, he continues to sweep his gaze over the crowd. Even here, amongst some of the worlds greatest heroes he can't entirely turn 'it' off. He does eye the waitstaff as they begin to circulate with those colorful, oh so cheerful drinks. So, so cheerful drinks. And when they pass by he holds up his own, almost untouched beverage almost like it's a shield, fending off that liquid joy. "I'm good, thank you," he murmurs.

Vivian Vision has posed:
It's a little tricky for the teenage synthezoid to make her way over to Janet and co. But thankfully the high ceiling means Viv can lift the holographic head up above people rather than suddenly engulfing them. The girl under the holograph looks odd enough she probably didn't even need a costume with red skin, glowing eyes and green hair.

"Good evening Janet. I hope that you are... not catching a cold?" She's even adopted the authentic SHODAN voice. Although it's hard to say if anyone will recognise it. "I am unsure if this costume was fitting or not and it gave me some concern.. I do have a back-up though. I wished to be fully prepared for my first Halloween celebration."

The rest of Janet's circle gets a little greeting wave that pokes out of the holograph.

Kendra Saunders has posed:
So, technically this isn't a Halloween costume. However, it is a costume and she hasn't really gotten to wear it in this lifetime. At least not yet. Plus, it fits her wings far better than most currently living even realize. So, Kendra Saunders has put on her Hawkgirl outfit. Parts of which only a few people at SHIELD have any idea that she even has. Those outside get quite the show as she flies in with a gust of wind, wings flapping once as she hovers above the ground and then touches down with a light tap. Her wings almost immediately fold against her back and for some watching, it becomes rather obvious that she isn't just a normal woman.

Either way, she walks in to the Justice League party with a rather neutral look upon her face. She has heard of who might be here and isn't sure who might recognize the outfit or the woman at all. She isn't the same woman she was. Literally, but that doesn't change the fact that her costume is the same. For some, it might just be thought she is wearing the costume of a rather obscure hero from ages past.

Clark Kent has posed:
"Oh, hello." Super-batman says, out of character for a moment as Knockout makes her way over. He grins a little, then. "My gym is the street, my workout routine: justice." Super-batman says intensely.

Then he looks directly at Karen, and takes another bacon wrapped sausage.

"But it's nice to meet you!" And then, Connor! Clark's grin becomes a bit less silly and a bit warmer as he pats Superboy on the shoulder. "It's good to see you! It's been too long. How is everything? Who's your friend?" Maybe dial it back, Clark. "Sausage?" He offers, in his best 'chillax' tone.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol says dryly "If Maxima every decides to try to take over the earth I will chuck her by her hair into the sun." then she finishes off her second drink of the night, waving down a waiter for one of those Wicker Witch Apple Brews.

She glances to Janet and nods "Oh right... I'd almost forgot about that. Nothing quite like putting someone from Hydra into traction. Well unless it is a Kree... I definitely enjoy that too." she admits. Carol looks over towards Viv and raises her hand as well, dressed as Captain America really, or at least a hybrid of her and his costumes. There is a shield prop down by her feet leaned against the bar now.

"Janet is an old pro at not getting cold in the name of fashion."

Karen Starr has posed:
    Pondering things for a moment, Power Girl offers an acquiescing shrug to Zee. "Yeah, I guess we will continue to allow Pumpkin Spice to exist." says the alien that eats and drinks like a garbage can, "But that's the most slack I'm giving it." Her brow raises, and she nods a couple of times. "Yeah. I just don't have these two skeletons breakdancing their hearts out to follow me around. I should've worked on hiring some people."

    Then, her attention goes to the new drinks being offered to the crowd, and she plucks up the green variety- because it seems likely that it'll be Green Apple. She isn't drinking at it yet, but it is present.

    Across the party, Karen still notices Clark's absolutely UNCONSCIONABLE aggression. She won't stand for it. She won't even sit for it. In the next moment, she's -there-, at the table.

    Idly, one hand plucks up a shrimp puff.

    If he hadn't wanted war, he wouldn't have declared it so openly. She consumes the baked treat without a second thought.

    "You thought I would let this go unpunished, Batman. You were wrong."

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner spins in place as Diana addresses them. "It is great," he confirms, flashing a smile to Lady Liberty.

"Hey man," he says to Super-Bat, accepting the sausage thing without hesitation. The glowing green drink gives him a pause. Because glowing drink. Then he takes a sip. "Ah, this is Hope. She is in the team, and we are dating," he explains as introduction.

Diana Prince has posed:
The orchestra starts to play a slow melody, for a slow dance, and two figures appear in the air above the party dressed in long flowing ghostly gowns.

They're literally flying, without any strings, with their dresses lit up by lights from the side of the room, causing their clothing to sparkle as they perform a choreographed romantic dance to the haunting tune.

They get periodic applause from the audience below as they perform impressive flying feats to the beats of the soft rousing music.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
It's a real toss-up between the two drinks. On the one hand... Witch! On the other, who can possibly resist the dominance of the pumpkin spice, which rears its head even here among the party goers? Truly, like Darkseid, pumpkin spice simply IS. There is no denying it.

And so, giving Karen a meaningful look first as she reaches out for the dreaded beverage, Zatanna relents, defeated, submits herself to the seasonal beverage. Though, an initial sip reveals less mental domination and more of a surprised, "Oh, that's pretty good." She actually sounds surprised, despite willingly agreeing to drink it! "Group costumes are great if you can pull them off. I thought about asking my assistant to be the hat, but I think this is sort of funny as a solo one."

Of course, on the cinema front, it should not be surprising who Batman's favorite character would be... if she had any idea who this Zorro person was, any way. As it stands, she merely movie-geeks about the two characters: "Oh, he's great too. I love their duel. 'I'm not left-handed either!' Such a classic line!" She happily gushes over fictional duelists and princesses.

Hope Summers has posed:
"Aw, no, Conner, I already met Batman, remember?" Hope grins as she too claims a sausage. "I shot him." Her eyes dance with humor, enough that surely that's a joke. Who'd shoot Batman? (Hope. Hope would shoot Batman.)

"Ooh, are those shrimp puffs?" she asks as Karen joins them, reaching out to take one unabashedly. "Mmph. Those are good." No fear, no shame.

Henry McCoy has posed:
As Hope departs, Henry looks to the empty plate in his hand. He'd been noshing through out the conversation. Politely placing the cleaned plate where it could be collected, he steps back towards the exit. A wave to those assembled, the man takes his leave into the night.

Vivian Vision has posed:
"I expect this is because the liver gives off heat as it processes alcohol," Vivian says solemnly to Carol. "Giving the sensation of warmth despite an overall drop in temperature." She frowns, then glances at Janet. "There seem to be many hero costumes... Did I perhaps misunderstand the costume theme requirements? Or did everyone simply dress for the venue?"

The synthezoid glances up.

"It is certainly a very big space compared with the Avengers mansion..." Her head tilts to one side. "I doubt fighting anyone would feel as satisfying as hitting a Red Room agent did. Alternate dimension Ultron drones were.. not very fun to fight."

Namor has posed:
"Good work." Namor praises Janet, raising the marlot glass to her. But he's immediately distracted by Kendra in the Hawkgirl costume. "She makes a good Hawkgirl. Excuse me for a moment, nostalgia is calling."

He gives both Carol and Janet a nod, then scowls at Arthur, "Don't embarrass yourself, this time."

He walks over to Kendra, taking a sip of the witch brew. "I take it you're a fan of Hawkgirl."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana offers a smile to Arthur, a knowing one, as she's pretty sure there won't be a sequel to any of those characters. "Perhaps." She affords him though as she starts to walk and mingle again. With Kendra's arrival, she raises her Liberty Torch up to wave it gently to hr (since her drink is nearly empty inside of it.) "You look ... familiar." Diana calls out to her when she's within appripriate range. "It is good to see you. I am glad you came." She says with a warm sincerity to her voice and shown expression.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet looks up with an impressed expression at the dancing spectres overhead. It *is* well choreographed and she seems to have a certain appreciation for the aesthic on display.

Her name gets her attention back and she flashes an appreciative smile at the compliments from Carol and Namor, and nods sagely at Vivian's analysis. "Well, you know-- fashion knows no pain," she says. "Also, Adderall does wonders for keeping your blood pressure up when it's cold," she mutters with a bit of an aside. Fingers wiggle at Namor as he takes his leave.

She bites the straw in her drink for a sip and shakes her head mutely at Vivian's question. "It's anything goes, and you did great," Janet promises Viv. "You look... like a really, scary, uh. Thing." Well, it's a good attempt at a compliment for the costume. Apparently that pop culture niche is a bit alien to Janet.

Clark Kent has posed:
Karen escalates, but has made a fatal error. Clark was in character when he laid claim to the shrimp puffs. His real favorite appetizer: a mystery! Who has all the cards now, cousin?! Clark plays it cool, chuckling at Hope's joke. He's pretty sure people who shoot Batman don't get invited to parties.

At least not more than once.

"It's nice to meet you, Hope. I hope you and Conner are having a nice time." Clark says, resisting the urge to make sure she isn't a killer android, or Lex Luthor in a suit. They're kids on a date it'll be fine. "Which team? The Titans?"

"Oh." Clark's trap is set, and he pulls the string, "And have you met Pumpkin Spice Power Girl?"

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
A small glowing ball of glittery light zips into the party, like a sparkling will 'o wisp that's had too much sugar. It darts this way and that zigzaging through the mingling people and then zips up to towards the ceiling for a better vantage point to survey the room.

When the little globe of light finally stops moving, hovering up there, the tiny pixie within can finally be seen. So many sights and sounds and colors, Halloween is still a brand new experience for Nadia. Making somewhat frivilous use of her powers it would appear she has decided to literally be Tinkerbell, right down to tinkering some sort of simple glow generator and /a lot/ of glitter.

Once she spies Janet in amidst the party goers, NadiaBell flits back down from the ceiling again, "Janet, Janet, Janet, this is amazing, like the best holiday yet! Are there more like this?!" In one hand she holds a Hershey's Kiss that at her size might as well be the size of her head, someone is going to be bouncing off the walls for awhile.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Eyes drifting after Namor and his departure, and with Ollie and Vanessa having headed off, Arthur claps his hands together and then lifts his voice loudly, words /likely/ carrying after his cousin from under the sea as he says simply.
    "Alright, Strip Twister, who's up for it? Show of hands?" And he starts to look around and point at random people as if to accrue a list of possible participants.
    Though... he's probably not serious.

Lyle Marston has posed:
Lyle does one more nod at both Vanessa and Hawkeye before wandering back into the crowd, He found himself humming along to the music as he wandered around, ocassionally taking sips from the Brew. Evnetually, he laid his eyes on Zatanna, who was, of course, dressed as a rabbit. Lyle grinned and walked up to her and said, while doing the now familiar bow while taking off his cap,

"Good evening Miss Zatana. It's a pleasure to meet you in person. Would it be too much trouble to ask for a autograph?"

He says this as he removes his bow from the back of his costume and holds it out for the magician.

Diana Prince has posed:
As the show in the air above the party-goers comes to a close, the romantic music (Unchained Melodies, mind you) comes to a soft close and the two dancers settle down on to the stage, floating down as the lights come up again all throughout the hall. The two dancers are young women, both wearing sparkling ghostly dresses. They smile at everyone and one of them leans in to the mic.

"We dedicate that dance to the mutants in the world, struggling to get by. We are both mutants, gifted with the ability to fly, we know others are not so lucky and we hope that our dance-- in even a small way --can help bring a smile to the faces of those who need it." The two girls wave to everyone. "Happy Halloween!" The other girl says as they fly up again, holding hands and sweep off back behind the orchestra.

Conner Kent has posed:
Many would like to shoot Batman, but Hope actually did it. That'll teach the old man Bat to sneak around a bunch of impressionable kids to spook them. "It is okay, he recovered," offers Conner.

He eyerolls at mention of the Titans. "Nope, try again," he takes another sip to the glowing drink and almost chokes at the 'Pumpkin Spice Power Girl' introduction. "No. Wait. Does she hate clones too?"

Kendra Saunders has posed:
The sight of what is happening above, has Kendra smiling up at the sight. She reaches out to a passing server and takes a drink with a smile. She takes a sip and then blinks as she is approached. She smiles at Namor when he arrives and she tilts her head, "You could say that." She nods her head and slowly looks Namor over before taking a small step back and looking back up at him, "Honestly, far more covering of a costume than your usual outfit." She sips her drink and smiles at him mischeviously.

"Diana!" She states with a bright smile at the sight of the woman and looks at her, "You know, it is good to see me." She states and then looks down at her outfit, hmming a little as she holds the green drink in her right hand before looking up to Diana, "Really, I don't think anyone has worn this costume in a very long period of time." She shrugs and looks toward the others here, "Quite a few big names here." She nods her head, "I...think. Given the costumes."

Karen Starr has posed:
    Momentarily, Power Girl mourns- emphatically- the loss of Zatanna to the dark side. She'll have to redeem her, but it won't happen until the third movie, and it'll be kind of awkward when it happens. Power Girl picked the green drink for good people who aren't VILLAINS. It is only natural they're enemies now.

    However, Power Girl has fallen for Clark's reverse double-gambit, his lack of reaction to her theft of a snack allows her to begin assuming that this was both a trap and not a trap. If only she knew how correct she was. The aggression is direct and cruel- there are conventions. There are rules. This isn't 'Nam.

    For a moment, she looks arbitrarily stunned, before pointing at Clark accusatorily. "That- That's a low blow, and you know it." Ever lower, though, is the introduction. Now Karen has to -meet- people, and she's not sure she's ready for that.

    There's a small sigh, and a raise of her brow. "What? No, I don't mind clones. Why?" she asks, altogether perplexed.

Vivian Vision has posed:
"I found an evil AI that was intent on destroying humanity from pop culture," Vivian explains in that 'Hello Hacker' electronically adjusted tone of voice. "As I thought it would fit well with the 'spooky' theme. My back up is a holographic fifty foot woman costume although the perspective scaling may induce nausea." It's probably for the best she went with obscure over something that'll make the already candy-scoffing attendees ill.

Speaking of candy-scoffing she waves and adds "Good evening Great Aunt Nadia. There are at least two more holidays that will be widely celebrated in America this year where you will be able to eat and drink until you feel unwell."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol sides to Janet as Namor heads that way. "Well this should be interesting." she maintains her post at the bar and watches for a moment.

Then what Vivian said sinks in and she laughs. "That was a pretty good burn actually." the liver comment. "Unintended but funny. also accurate." she looks at Janet "I had no idea on the Adderall though." before looking to Viv. "I just wanted to come to Steve, been sitting on the idea for months. As for the others well I imagine they had similar ideas.. Superman came as Batman which is hilarious."

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope is just a time-traveling mutant savior from an alternate future. The robot part is all makeup. "I'm kind of more of a pinch-hitter," she smiles easily at Clark's question of which team, smoothly sidestepping the details of it. "Little bit of this, little bit of that."

"Nice to meet you," she adds to Karen. "What's the pumpkin spice thing, though?" she asks, looking between the others. That's one memo she hasn't gotten yet. "I keep hearing and seeing things like that, I assume it's some sort of flavor, but...why is it in everything?"

T'Challa has posed:
The orchestra had fallen quiet as the two aerial dancers finished up their dance and made their announcement and Halloween greeting. Now the two young mutant women are moving off, though the orchestra are leaving their instruments resting in their laps.

The distinctive synthesizer notes of Michael Jackson's song 'Thriller' ring out, the original version. Didn't the orchestra play that earlier in the night? The song plays, getting to the part that has the dance number in the video.

    'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
    And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike
    You know it's thriller, thriller night
    You're fighting for your life inside a killer thriller tonight, yeah.

Over at the door someone comes in. Wearing the red Michael Jackson outfit and face makeup as a zombie. With that makeup, and his beard shaved for the costume, even those who know T'Challa well might be forgiven if they do not recognize him.

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He steps into the room, and on cue does the zombie dance, hands raised to the side like claws, then to the other side, then slowly spinning around with one jerky movement after another.

Say what you will about Black Panther, but that cat can dance. He doesn't dance for long though, just a couple dozen seconds and then he steps down into the rest of the party, stopping to get a drink and continuing on towards the members of the Justice League. "Greetings," he tells them as he reaches the group. "I apologize if I have arrived late."

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet holds her hands out for Nadia to land on and beams a smile at the NadiaBelle. "You look great, honey," she informs the Waspette. "I'm glad you were able to get in. Pace yourself with the food," she suggests, and sets Nadia aside on the countertop.

"Everyone, this is my daughter Nadia, and her niece Viv," she explains. An odd way to put it but she doesn't look like she's going to elabourate. "You guys know Carol and Diana, and that's King Namor; uh, Power Girl I /think/ you've met, and apparently the guy dressed as Batman is Superman," she informs the younger women. The bartender passes by and Janet points at her drink, then holds up two fingers at him in silent request. T'challa's arrival prompts a smile and a beckoning greeting for Wakanda's ruler to join her and the others where they've congregated at the bar.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana's eyes look over Kendra's costume, before she raises them back up to Kendra's own stare. She shows the woman a continued warm smile. "Well, it fits you perfectly, and needs to be seen again. I am glad you wore it." She offers a hug to the other, her Lady Liberty outfit sparkling in the ambient light as she does so. When she leans back again, she motions around the packed Hall, hundreds of others around in costumes. "Mingle, and enjoy, it is a good night, lots of smiles and things to be happy for." She adds as someone comes to fill her torch-light-drink-glass up again, which gets a laugh and a thank you from her.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
As the performance of the spectral dancers comes to a close 'Zorro' politely claps, that drink that he uses to fend off any others carefully balanced for the moment. If nothing else it is a well choreographed event. He can appreciate it on that level at the very least. He's certainly attended enough similar type events to appreciate the good from the bad.

"It was an excellent duel," Bruce chimes in agreemnt before dipping his head towards the formidable magician once more. "It appears that your adoring public is waiting. Understadably. A most impressive entrance. Enjoy the party," he offers up with a brief smile, stepping aside so that her fan can clamor for an autograph as he slips away, beginning to circulate through the room once more, watching the various interactions with a degree of interest.

And possible glancing at his watch. It's possible that his commitment to his oh so demanding butler came with a time limit.

Namor has posed:
Namor stares up and raises the Wicked Witch drink to the dance. "I was a friend of the actual Hawkgirl, a very long time ago."

He looks himself over, then hands his drinks to a random party-goer. "Hold these."

Turning back to Kendra, he laughs, her costume perhaps putting him a bit more at ease than normal. "Since you're a fan of both myself and Hawkgirl, I suppose I'll take your criticism into account."

Grabbing the middle of his outfit with both hands, he suddenly rips the top clean off, tossing it to the floor so that he's only in his elaborate cape and pants, stretching his arms a bit. "Much better." he says with a relaxed groan, then takes his drinks back from the random partier.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
If there's a way to drink a beverage passive aggressively, Zatanna is definitely doing that, while making eye contact with Karen. Kind of like a cat about to knock something off a table while you watch. Oh yes she's drinking this. Just watch her drink it. She has succumbed to the spice. Wait, is that a different franchise? Ahem!

She's mid strange beverage ritual when Lyle approaches. "Green Arrow, is that you?" She's already done this joke, but not TO him, so uh, maybe it still has legs? Either way, the woman seems quite familiar with this sort of fan thing. "Oh sure, I'd be happy to give you one," she allows. "You just want me to write on the bow itself?" She double checks. It's probably not the strangest thing she's been asked to sign.

"Nep!" And lo, does a suitable for writing on odd things felt-tipped pen appear in her hand. That one, at least, is a standard of traditional sleight of hand, although one does have to wonder where exactly she hides a pen in that outfit. Certainly not up her sleeves!

"Here we are..." 'Ylf eurt! - Zatanna Zatarra'

... does that make it a magic bow now? MAYBE.

After handing it back, she turns to watch the show. Seems Diana really knows how to throw a party, and it's no surprise T'Challa has some moves.

Diana Prince has posed:
Once more the wait staff comes out of the kitchen areas along the sides of the hall carrying trays of new types of drinks.

Their skull and pumpkin blazers have been replaced with werewolf and vampire cartoon faces.

On their trays the wait staff are carrying drinks called 'Spectral Blueberry Ice' and 'Peach Zombie Brains'.

They start to hand them out to the crowd, delightfully happy to provide the fun drinks.

Kendra Saunders has posed:
A hug is given back to Diana with a smile before she slowly blinks as she pulls away from her and stares at the arrival of T'Challa, "You are seeing this...right?" She stares at the man as he arrives before looking to Diana, "That is...King T'Challa, right?" She then shakes her head slowly as she laughs and then blinks over at Namor, "Oh, I am a fan." She nods her head and then slowly blinks again. Well, what a pair of...uh...arrivals. Hawkgirl whistles and then nods to him, "Haven't changed a bit." She then shrugs and finishes her drink before looking to Diana.

"Give me a moment, I haven't really stretched in a while and want to say hi to someone." And with that she smirks at Namor, giving him a wink, and then suddenly whips her wings out to her side and flips up into the air with incredible ease. It's second nature to her. She then easily lands right near Carol and folds the wings up, "Carol, I had not had a chance to catch up with you since...well..." She gestures at her wings and looks at those near Carol, "Nice costume by the way."

Vivian Vision has posed:
"Power Girl was at Great Aunt Nadia's birthday celebration," Vivian notes helpfully. "It is a pleasure to meet you all. Except perhaps for the gentleman asking people to strip..." She blinks as Namor rips his shirt off. "I would ask if Kings usually do that sort of thing but historically this is all very tame compared to what royalty got upto."

She can't help but peer curiously across the room at the other machine in the room. Or more likely an organic in a machine costume. Regardless she offers the potential machine friend (Hope that is) a wave from across the room.

Despite the holograph Viv will still be visible underneath as an actual obviously synthetic humanoid for anyone glancing at her. She does however take one of the drinks. Not to consume but to daintily sniff at. "The aroma does not remind me of brain matter."

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa moves over to join Janet as he sees her beckon to him. "Janet," he tells her the warmth of his smile only partially diminished by the zombie makeup. "I trust you have been warming the party up for us late arrivals?" he asks her.

He turns to look around at the various costumes. "Quite an event," he comments. As the new trays of drinks are brought out, T'Challa picks up one, sniffing it tentatively as he sees what they are made of before taking a sip.

Another person enters the party. Also dressed as a zombie. Okoye doesn't dance though. She just looks around as if she were going to spread the zombie virus with stern looks instead of bites, as she makes her way over to stand watch near T'Challa.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana, of course, watches T'Challa's entrance from her vantage point. She laughs softly at it and looks to Kendra, confirming her words with a slight nod. "Indeed it is. He is a man easily remembered, for a plethora of reasons." She states before sipping from her Liberty Torch again. She offers a raise of her left hand to wave it toward the King as well.

Lyle Marston has posed:
Lyle tips his cap at Zatanna as she writes on his bow. He would probably never find out how she did that trick with the pen, but that would probably ruin the fun of it all anyhow. Once the new drinks come out, Lyle takes a Spectral Blueberry and starts to drink it. At this point, Lyle's head started to spin a bit, it would appear that he wasn't used to this much drinking in one setting.

While gripping his head, Lyle moves to a far corner of the room and sits down against the wall. He just needed to get away from the music and the drinks for a while. The only thing going through his head right now was one phrase,

"I hope to God I don't pass out in the Hall of Justice.

Conner Kent has posed:
"Supergirl told me about Krypton stance on clones," replies Conner, looking at the tall blonde. "Anyway, it is great to meet you," he smiles. "Supes gave me the name Kon-El, if it helps."

Which was probably a HUGE honor, but Conner is still struggling to cope with it, and besides it is not as if one can read about Krypton history and society in the Wikipedia.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol smiles "You are getting really good at that." she notes about the aerial acrobatics. "Looks good on you." she notes as an addon. There is the ever slightest narrowing of her eyes at the wings though, stepping a bit to the side leaving her shield at the bar for the moment to get a better look at them. "Huh."

Then she glances down at herself and then oveer at the shield. "Thanks. I was really hoping Steve would be able to make it. Not hoping as much as Janet but... yeah I wanted to see what he would say about it. Probably something polite." she gestures to Janet and TinkerWasp and Viv "Have you all met Kendra?" gestures back and forth. "Kendra, Janet van Dyne, Nadia Pym-van Dyne, and Vivan... everyone, Kendra. I know her from work."

Hope Summers has posed:
Wow, you try to have a conversation with someone and suddenly people are ripping off their clothes and Black Panther is Michael Jackson and it's just too much to keep up with. Hope is distracted from Clark's question as she watches it all, both brows climbing with a laugh. "Wow, the Justice League does //great// parties," she grins. "You haven't even been attacked by Sentinels yet. Awesome."

She utterly avoids the question of teams, doing her best to NOT TALK ABOUT THE SECRET TEAM, CONNER, and instead waving to Vivian. Does she recognize her? Not really, no. But that's no reason not to say hello. "Krypton had enough experience with clones to have opinions on them?" she asks grasping at the other conversational thread.

Clark Kent has posed:
Clark frowns a little because he'd heard this whole...

He wonders what Jor-el would think. There is a chance, though Superman feels it is incredibly fate, that this entire Superboy thing is a weapon against him, or his family after all. It wouldn't even be the most elaborate death trap he's escaped. So there's a choice, between being wary, and safe, or letting this boy into his life. And Clark made it. "It's all a little complicated, PG. Just another fun little reminder that Krypton wasn't the perfect place we sometimes remember it as."

Clark decides to focus on the guessing game because that seems like a relatively light topic. "...the Young All-Stars? Hope, do you know Iron Munroe?!"

And then Black Panther blows them all out of the water. "Gosh, I didn't even think to sing." Clark says, clearly a bit impressed with his teammate. "Hey! Do you know Man in the Mirror?!"

Namor has posed:
Namor finishes both his marlot and his Wicked Witch, and grabs himself a Peach Zombie Brains and a Spectral Blueberry, because he is the Lord of the Seven Seas and thus he can tank a different kind of drink for each sea he's the lord of.

But, looking over at T'Challa, he nods. "Perhaps the only king on the surface who actually matters, when I'm not on it."

"So, you follow my work?" But then Kendra starts flying, and his eyes widen. "I see... so she's a //new// Hawkgirl. Perhaps the original trained her..."

He starts to walk around, drinking more, perhaps becoming a bit drunk by now. It's not entirely clear how much he's had at this point. "Which one of you is Superman???" he suddenly calls out. "I am Namor, King of Atlantis, Emperor of the Deep, Lord of the Seven Seas, Imperious Rex! I want you to //punch// me! I've been hearing constantly how powerful you are, so let's see if you can truly punch the King of Atlantis unconscious!"

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia turned Tinkerbell's wings take her back off the counter again as she spins in the air still taking in the room and all the different sights and costumes to see. "I think, I've met most of them. Power Girl was there in Russia and came to the boat party and Superman at the fantastic Moon party. There should be another Moon party, seriously how do you top a Moon party?!" When Namor begins ripping off his clothing though she just kind of peers at him for a moment, "I don't think I know the man taking off his clothes though, why is he doing that? She asks Janet and Carol zipping between them.

"That is amazing!" Nadia pronounces when T'Challa enters. "I have no idea what he is doing, but I love it! Viv tell me you're getting all of this on video?!" She continues to flit here and there munching on her chocolate.

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa takes a sip of his drink and sees the wave from Diana. He smiles over to her, and reaches into an inside pocket of the red leather jacket. He pulls out an envelope with an orange and black ribbon tied around it, and gives it a small wave towards her as if suggesting it might be for her.

A warm chuckle is given at Kal-El's question. "I'll leave the singing to the soundtrack. Actually I'll leave most of the dancing to it too. But? What can I say? I was dared," he says. Behind him, Okoye smirks slightly, her only admission to the bet.

The Wakandan's eyes drift around the room, meeting several other people. When he sees Namor, he inclines his head politely to the other monarch. Carol is given a warm grin as he sees her costume. "You are looking good Steve. There is something different about you," he says straight-faced.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet, for one, was certainly enjoying the competing peacocking between T'challa and Namor. At the question from Nadia Janet blinks twice at her daughter. "Does it matter?" she replies, rhetorically. "Just enjoy the show! Lemme know if you need some bills," she whispers at the girl.

A drink is offered to Nadia and Janet settles back into her seat, only for Carol to introduce Kendra to them all. "Love the outfit," Janet compliments Kendra. "It looks kinda familiar, I can't place it though. So you know Ste--"

She's cut off by Namor's drunken provocation and her slender, white-frosted brows lift. "Oh this should be fun. I'm pretty sure I'm higher than he is, but how he is *drunker* than me?" She looks at her drink, then back at the bartender. "You're not watering these down, are you?"

Karen Starr has posed:
    Power Girl is still accusing Superman of war crimes when the Thriller music hits the speakers. Her attention shifts, and she turns in time to see Namor shred his shirt, and for T'Challa to arrive amidst the music, dancing to its opening portions already. There is this... Stony expression on her features, for a moment. She sets her drink and plate down.

    Both of her hands encompass her face, just as Namor barks his challenge. She turns slightly, and faces Clark. "I've met the guy, the once. Maybe I can get him to back down, have some water, sober up a little?" All of these, she questions the possibility of.

    Striding forward, then, she approaches Namor while offering T'Challa a pair of claps for his performance. "Good work." she gives over, a pat on the back following,if he'll allow it. Then, she's off to Namor.

    "Okay pal, I get that this- this seems really kind of your thing, but this is a party. We don't hit people at parties, at least not as a matter of tradition."

Vivian Vision has posed:
"Vivian Vision," She completes helpfully when Carol introduces her to Kendra. "And Great Aunt Nadia you should know I record everything I see as a matter of course. I will however archive and encrypt anything I see of a socially compromising situation. In case anyone gets too... tipsy." She gives Janet an innocent smile. "Or admits to any misdemeanors."

"It is good to see you are doing well King T'Challa," she notes when he makes his way over to Janet's coterie. "May I enquire if Wakanda has any traditions similar to this? There is not much information available online for me to reference."

She frowns. "I was wrong earlier too Nadia. There are /three/ events. I had forgotten New Years eve. And of course the first day of each year is also a celebration. Technically it is also my initial activation or 'birth' date."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol just stares at Namor "I am so glad he didn't really figure out who I was and ask me to punch him. Superman will probably resist but one more of these drinks and I might just do it." then she smiles brightly to T'Challa "You're majesty." teasing lightly. "I do hope you can hold yourself together better than the king of the sea there?"

Clark Kent has posed:
Superman gives Black Panther a thumbs up, glad the monarch is in the spirit of things. Karen alerts him to...

Clark looks over at the weird shirtless dracula man, and almost wants to ignore him. Then he pictures a drunk Atlantean giving random party-goers 'I want Superman to feel this.' sort of punces to smoke him out, and he sighs, a little, shoulders rolling. "Feel free to try, PG."

There's really only one way to defuse this situation isn't ruined and, worse, Diana doesn't give him that look. He smiles, takes off his mask to show it is, yes, clearly Superman, and winks at Namor. "Well, friend, I don't much see a reason to punch Aquaman right now, but I'll keep it in mind, alright?"

Experienced Super-watchers may notice Clark square his hips a little, as if subtly bracing himself for something. He turns back to Connor and Hope...'Sentinels' is certainly a clue, and enough of one that Superman drops the game. "Awful things, those Sentinels. I almost feel sorry for the disturbed mind that designed something like that. I imagine there was...something." Clark answer Hope's question, then, frowning a bit. "From what I've seen a lot of late Kryptonian culture was reactionary, out of a fear of repeating the mistakes of its first great expansionistic age. It's not hard to imagine the political and criminal uses of unethical cloning, unfortunately. So, how did you two meet, if you don't mind me asking?"

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa sips his drink, eyes going over to Namor as he confronts Superman. One eyebrow rises slightly and he turns back to Carol. "I will endeavor to do so," he assures her with a hint of a grin. "I am glad to see you made it out as well," he tells her.

The Wakanda turns towards Vivian at her question. "We have a number of celebrations of the afterlife. Our ancestors. But none with the connotations of Halloween," he tells her. "Though the wearing of costumes is something that has slowly filtered into one or two occasions," he admits to her. "And how are you enjoying the party? Have you had many experiences like this before?" he asks the synthezoid.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana smiles as the envelope is brought over to her, she glances down at it, then over to T'Challa to smile at him as she looks down at he orange envelope wrapped in a black ribbon. She starts to open it to read whats inside.

The next 'show' starts as well, as members of the entertainment staff pull out six individual 'holographic projectors' and have them setup in moments. The lights dim in the Hall again, leaving the pumpkin decorations, ghost decorations, and other independently lit decor provide the mood lighting.

As the song played by the orchestra sweeps in to playing a mixture of Harry Potter music and Halloween festive sounds, the sight of witches flying around on brooms appears above the heads of the party-goers! They sweep around, some of them even playing a form of Quidditch.

Conner Kent has posed:
"Hmm, looks like you guys need to defuse the situation," comments Conner, lowering his voice. Where is Aquaman when you need him? "Er... want to try that 'Peach Zombie Brains' drink, Hope?" He asks, stepping back. He is at least going to try to get a glass. Give him a minute.

Namor has posed:
"Listen, I apologize, Power Girl, I paid someone to keep handing me drinks and now my shirt is off as a gift to all that gaze upon my imperious form, so I thought a contest of power would be in the spirit of things." Namor looks to Power Girl, then points at T'Challa. "You see that guy? He's the only Earth king I respect. He understands. You build your kingdom up and the rest of the world is angry that you're entirely self-sustaining. King T'Challa should be the king of the whole thing!"

He shakes his head, but then Superman addresses him, and his eyes go wide. "Did he just call me..."

Immediately, the King of Atlantis is marching over to Superman, fists balled, with that 'I'm about to sink the entire surface world' look on his face.

His drinks are dropped.

"Don't you //ever// confuse me for that barbaric moron who makes jokes and doesn't know the first thing about being Atlantean royalty!"

Drawing his fist back, Namor suddenly swings, //hard//, with enough force to probably blow a few hats off as he goes for Superman's incredibly powerful jaw.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna does a round or two more, and positively slams a peach drink, because why not.

As she's doing it, everything has gone Harry Potter, or at least, very default Halloween witches on broomsticks. She makes a little face, although really, it's not the sort of thing to get too mad about. She -does- arrange to sweep by Diana, just to whisper, "Tsk, that Wicked Witch of the West thing is -such- a stereotype." No, but really she's joking. "Great party though, Di. I really like the drinks. Sorry to crash and run, but I've got a couple other Halloween night gigs." Maybe it's no surprise that a magician might be in higher demand for this particular holiday.

Turning around, she's ready to slip off to somewhere on the sidelines to /slip off/ for real, since she's had too many fuzzy drinks to drive and teleporting everywhere is definitely easier anyway...

...except, like probably everyone, she catches the slow-motion trainwreck unfurling on the floor. "Uh, seriously though, let me know if you want me to send the boys somewhere far away before they wreck up your party." Siiiiigh.

Carol Danvers has posed:
"Oh man.. did Superman just call Imperious Rex there Aquaman... or conflate them on purpose..." she looks at Janet then back at the show.

I mean there are two shows. The one on the floor that Diana or someone did wonders to arrange.

Then the show with Namor the Drunk King of Atlantis.

"Oh damn.. I think he is actualy going to punch Superman.. or something..." head tilting a little as she watches Namor storm over. "Janet. .... why for do we not have popcorn right now...."

"Nadia do you have any shrunk somehow.."

Vivian Vision has posed:
Vivian Vision shakes her head. "Chronologically I am only close to two years old and have only been active since earlier in this year," she explains to T'Challa. "This is my first Halloween and the second party I have attended. The first was the party Janet held on her yacht." She takes another sniff of the drink. "I have a good grasp of the chemical breakdown of this peach beverage now. If anyone wishes to consume it?"

She offers the basically untouched drink around and if no-one wants it finds a place to put it down.

And when the fight starts? Well she makes sure she's studiously not looking in that direction. Better not to record anything she would need to submit to a court later on!

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana looks down at the tickets that T'Challa had gotten for her, which makes her smile as she looks back up to him to grab his eye contact. She smiles at him and nods her head! But when Zatanna appears to register a complaint with the management, Diana just gives the magician a soft smile. "I apologize." she says to her. "Thank you for coming, Zatanna, I absolutely love the costume as well." She tells her before the Bunny Hat can bounce off about her way.

Hope Summers has posed:
"Sure, I'll try one," Hope smiles quickly to Conner, turning as Namor comes seeking out punches. "For the record, I did peg him as a likely puncher early on," she notes, even as she pushes her sunglasses up on her head.

As Namor swings, she actually moves to step out in front of Superman. Because what's more disappointing when you're trying to punch Superman than a scrawny teenage girl?

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet lurches to her feet again, balancing on the rungs of her stool and using Carol as a steadying perch. "I GOT FIVE GRAND ON SUPERMAN!" she shouts into the deafening silence.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia looks at the regular sized drink set down on the counter for her by Janet. She flies around it a few times, she can smell the alcohol in with her proximity but that is hardly surprising, it is not the first or even the second time Janet has given her alcohol. The debate going through her head seems to be one of how to drink it, she could return to normal size of course but then she wouldn't really be Tinkerbell anymore.

Rather than do things the easy way, NadiaBell instead flitters over to perch on the edge of the glass and cupping some of the fruity alcohol in her hands and brings it to her mouth. Mmmm fruity tingly. It seems to be going rather well until another party goer knocked out of the way of Namor's drunken march towards Superman collides with the counter, shaking it, and Nadia falls face first into her cocktail.

A few moments later she resurfaces, drenched in drink and treading water with an expression of her face of 'what just happened?' Though after a moment she licks some of the drink off of her face, "This is pretty good and watches the drama between Namor and Superman unfold using an icecube as a flotation device.

Karen Starr has posed:
    Power Girl hadn't even had the drink she picked up. In all its green apple glory, it rested now near Clark, and was likely to be a victim. There are things she doesn't want to ignore- like the irregular nature of Janet's heartbeat and breathing, to the fact that Nadia is dangerously close to a Janet-Proof cocktail, which might just somehow be more alcoholic than some disinfectant. These are problems, but none of them are quite the same as Namor brushing her off.

    "Glad you're getting it, Namor. This isn't a place for violence." she offers, reaching up to pat him a couple of times on the shoulder, before he hears Superman's remark.

    "Ah, shit," she remarks, just as Namor moves around her, and again her face is in both of her gloved palms. There is the noise, behind her, of Namor accelerating and striking Clark, and at that, Karen turns.

    Stomping across the floor, her left hand comes to her right arm, and in one smooth motion, the sleeve is rolled right up to her shoulder. It won't be but a few moments before she's over there.

Clark Kent has posed:
Superman knows better than to underestimate Atlanteans. He's fought alongside Arthur for years, which also means Arthur's varied and insidious enemies. None of them are weak; designed with ultra-dense muscles and organs that can function normally at depths of the sea technology cannot yet reach, yet able to function on land without the change in pressure destroying them, the strength or endurance of the average Atlantean should never be underestimated.

Sometimes you need to save a party, though, so Superman braces himself.

And then Hope nearly ruins things by being...heroic. Clark smiles, a little. Good choice, Kon. He blurs, for a second, and is abruptly between Hope and Namor's first again, murmuring, "I've got this." to her and resuming his braced pose.

It hurts. It always hurts, that's a secret, but Superman fights back in the simplest way possible: he doesn't roll with the punch. For Namor this is the equivalent of a normal person hitting a steel support beam when, perhaps, expecting weak and easily breakable drywall. Superman looks, to anyone but a practiced Clarkwatcher, as calm and casual as when he was stealing appetizers from his cousin.

"I don't think I'll have a problem confusing you with Arthur, your highness." Superman says, trying to ignore the fact that he's pretty sure Namor loosened a tooth and he has no idea how Kryptonian dentistry works. "You want to try some of this peach stuff? It's amazing!"

Kendra Saunders has posed:
"It's really good to meet you all." Kendra smiles at the gathered people and then at Carol, "And thanks, I really like it." She listens to the various conversations as she sips her drink, smiling a little as she tries to keep up with what is going on only to blink slowly as Namor speaks up, "Dense as ever." She mutters to herself, barely audible to anyone who doesn't have super hearing. She then tosses her drink easily on to a nearby spot and watches Namor.

She was gonna intercept him but he was too fast with his anger. He throws a punch that is pretty amazing to be honest. She flaps her wings up and she is not hesitating, not stomping over. Not moving slowly. She is pretty fast. Not as fast as some here but those wings give her some speed. She is floating a little up by Namor, putting her on proper punching level to punch him hard and downward, "August 9th, 1940." He might not register the meaning behind that right away but then her fist is swinging and, well, Nth Metal plus a few millenia of experience makes for a really good punch.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
Look, the temptation is to duck out. This isn't exactly his kind of thing. And it is not as if there are not plenty of individuals here who can deal with this sort of thing. Or perhaps not. Even the most powerful individuals on the planet need to blow off a little steam now and then, right? Yep, he could just let it go, roll his eyes, and use it as an example why he doesn't do these sorts of events.

Or perhaps he can't. Turning away from the spectacle over the dance floor that should otherwise be the centerpiece of attention, 'Zorro' starts to stalk back towards the little dust up. He practically flows through the crowd, his features hardening as he does so. Not to hot anger, no. It is far more icy then that.

He doesn't hesitate to interpose himself, any semblance of 'just plain folks' abandonned as he fixes that icy stare on Namor. "Your Highness. You are a guest," he says flatly, his words cold. "So show some dignity," he adds. Yep, definitely chill in the air there.

The look he offers back to Clark is not much warmer.

Maybe if he was watching Kendra though he might have been just a little more effective.

Namor has posed:
Namor takes his hand back when it impacts with Clark's jaw. Things don't break the King of Atlantis easily, but they sure as hell can hurt.

He stares down at his hand for one long moment, as if completely bewildered and sobered. And then stands up straight, announcing to the party. "Superman has a strong jaw. I respect him now."

And then something else sobers him, and Kendra's fist slams directly into his cheek, causing him to blink, then think about her words, looking right to her. "It's you..." he says as he stares at Hawkgirl now, entirely distracted from his Superman antics. "And I deserved that... But how? How are you here? What happened to you?"

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"BOOOOO!" Janet shouts, hands cupped to her mouth. The fight seems to have ended as fast as it started, and Kendra's blows look like they're more confusing Namor than doing him harm. "Peej! Get in there! Momma needs a new pair of Ferragamos!" she shouts at the blonde Kryptonian.

She looks around in vain then flops down on her stool with a disappointed 'harrumph'. "No strippers, not even a good bar fight... Diana, you gotta liven things up," she informs the Princess. "Go call him Aquaman again, that seemed to really piss him off," she suggests, earnestly. Janet reaches blindly around for her drink, but accidentally grabs the one Nadia's swimming in!

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna stays to watch the punching! Or rather, the punching happens pretty quickly, so she's still there for it!

But Clark being Clark, and Arthur being already gone, it doesn't look like things are too likely to escalate further. Catastrophe averted. With a laugh, she glances back at Diana, and shakes her head. "So serious! It's fine, it's fine. I love the cliches. I'll catch you at the next meeting."

And with that, she leaves as she arrived, tapping the side of her skirt and causing it to lengthen down to the floor again. Simultaneously, the brim expands outward a bit. "Tata!" She ducks down into it, and then the rim drops, leaving a circle of flat black cloth on the floor, and no evidence of the woman within.

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope blinks as one moment there's Namor, then the next there's Superman's back. Huh. Well. This is the down side of a gathering that's pretty darn light on mutants. But the grown-ups seem to have this under control for the moment, so she takes a slow step back to reclaim her drink and take a long sip. She's not moving //far// away, granted. These are prime first-row seats to the show.

Vivian Vision has posed:
"All organics are baffling," Vivian muses. "But for some reason most male organics take it to extremes." She looks like she's about to reach over and offer to fish Nadia out when Janet scoops up the glass. "Janet no! That is /not a stick of cocktail olives/!"

"Carol I do not think you should encourage either of them to shrink or unshrink anything. I suspect Pym particles come with explicit instructions not to use them while intoxicated."

Carol Danvers has posed:
"I was totally expecting Superman to just take it." though she is well aware of the forces and strength involved watching closely.

"what is Kendra..." then she blinks a bit as Kendra punches Namor. "Well.. I was not expecting that though." she sips her bubbly drink and just keeps watching. Also listening.

Definitely listening.

She is a spy by tradecraft after all, even if Nat is better at it. Well hell. Most of SHIELD is probably better at it, except the science geeks.

Then she looks at Viv "I am pretty sure Hank would never write that into a manual.. or a warning label?"

Clark Kent has posed:
Clark gives Bruce a quick, 'See?' look as Namor calms the hell down after getting his shot in. It's all about knowing how these shirtless warrior types work.

And then Kendra happens and Clark is thrown for a loop. It seems to be working out, though. He supposes he shouldn't judge someone for coming back from the dead, even if she didn't become four people after for a while.

Instead, once things calm down and the music and booze get flowing again, Clark quietly turns to Hope. Well first he sort of pushes on his jaw, wincing, and squeezing, and there's a tiny 'pop' noise. Moving his jaw once, Superman smiles. "Hope, that was very brave. But believe me when I say that most things like that? I can take, and a lot better than any of my friends here. Good instinct, though."

He hopes, privately, the kid has some kind of resistance power if her first thought is to get between a guy who can rip a battleship in half and someone he wants to punch.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
    Mary hesitantly makes her way in, uncertain about the whole Halloween thing. She's done the yellow dress Belle wore from Beauty and the Beast, her hair up as well. She comes in just in time to see...chaos? Someone's picking a fight at a Halloween party? She looks around, hoping to find some kind of safe haven, someone she knows.

Kendra Saunders has posed:
"Yes." She states to Namor and shakes her head at him before landing and pointing at him, "Now, shut up and stop being dumb." She nods her head as she crosses her arms and glares at him before turning her gaze to Clark and nodding to him, "Superman." She then turns her gaze back over toward Carol and offers a nod. She then takes a step back and shakes her head, "We'll take later, Namor." She then turns and walks back over toward Carol and clears her throat.

"Sorry about that..." She nods her head and looks over toward Janet and the others before noticing some departures before idly folding her wings a bit tighter, "Well, interesting party." She states and looks to herself, "Should have brought weapons though, I think." She nods her head.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
And then suddenly Nadia's glass is moving, swept up by Janet. It takes the tiny Tinkerbell a few moments to realize what is happening and by then the ice queen's mouth is looming before her. Her first instinct is to fly away though flying is a bit difficult. She has become tipsy due to the alcohol absorbed through her skin and then the way the glass tips blocks off that route of escape. The only options that remains is to swim for it, diving down under the ice cubes and hoping Janet doesn't just skull the entire drink.

Carol Danvers has posed:
"I was not expecting you to go punch the King of Atlantis Kendra.... luckily it seems like it won't be a declaration of war or diplomatic incident though." she smiles a touch amused. "Fury will breath a sigh of relief."

She glances at the bar and Nadia swimming in a drink. "Well that .. is a thing I thought I would never see anyone but Janet do..." she notes then looks up to Kendra "Want a drink.. not that one though.. occupied."

Namor has posed:
Namor stares at Kendra for a long moment, but believes her promise to talk later. Instead, he heads back over to Power Girl, and offers his hand. "Sometimes I have a temper." he informs in a rather apologetic tone. "No more drinks tonight." He stares down at his knuckles again, looking back at Superman. "I thought Maxima was powerful, but your friend is more durable than punching a literal island."

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Oh shit!" Janet gasps as Vivian prevents familicide, and hurridly hands the glass to Viv so the synthezoid can extract Nadia from the glass safely. "Ooookay, we need to find a balance for you between 'not drinking' and 'swimming in drinks'," Janet informs Nadia. She accepts the Waspette from Viv and, for lack of a safer place to put her, sets her up inside the tiara on her head.

Hey, it's relatively warm and no one's going to set a drink down on her.

"That was a good hit, but you shoulda tried to piss him off more," Janet informs Kendra. "You know. Work him up into a good lather. Then, we bring out a kiddie pool full of astroglide," she explains, nodding sagely. "It's not a party until someone busts out the Twister board."

Hope Summers has posed:
"Oh, I know you can take it," Hope assures Clark, shrugging as she picks up another pig in a blanket. "I was banking on him pulling back. You look cool if you punch Superman. You look weak if you punch a teenage girl. And I may not know //this// Namor, but I knew the one where I came from pretty well, and if there was one thing he wasn't going to do? It was look weak."

She pops the snack in her mouth, chewing a few times. "And if he didn't, I had a couple backup plans. What were you asking? How Connor and I met?" She grins, moving on easily. "Uh, the first time we actually ran into each other in Little Italy. I was looking to try some pizza and there were these Intergang guys with some //really// cool guns."

Karen Starr has posed:
    Karen stopped just a few paces from Namor. One gun unsheathed, Power Girl was ready to put this whole argument to an end- and there was no guarantee that Clark wasn't going to catch a hand or two, too. But, despite this, Batman Begins Adulting, and that means that she can back off while Janet is calling for her to escalate. Turning towards the woman she helped rescue, she calls out.

    "Could you -not-?" she declares. Goodness, this is one of the problems of being Kryptonian at a party. Everyone else gets intoxicated, and suddenly you're making good on that Goody Two-Shoes thing. Letting her sleeve drop back down, she's suddenly approached by Namor.

    "I'd hope so. He's not a friend, he's family, which makes this -altogether- more awkward, Kal." she calls, over Namor's shoulder, in this I Saw What You Did tone. "Just keep yourself calm and you'll navigate these surface parties fine, and maybe at the -next- one you'll make a better impression. So far, you haven't."

    Taking steps around Namor now, she moves to depart and make her way to the others. Idly, she picks up her green drink and another snack, to eat in a rather fully grumpy manner.

Vivian Vision has posed:
Viv has already helpfully found Janet a replacement drink on the off chance she needed to perform a deft switcher-oo. Don't tell her but it's one of the parties mocktails rather than anything boozy... She probably won't be able to tell with all the alcohol dripping on her head from Nadia. "At some point we shall have a family outing which is not weird," she intones solemnly. "But it may take some trial and error..."

She gives Kendra a curious look. "Those wings are very interesting. Are they cybernetic of some sort?" She blinks. "If it isn't rude of me to ask that is."

Bruce Wayne has posed:
Yeah. Bruce just does not seem particularly persuaded by that argument. Nor does he seem to care that the fight was a one-punch affair. Or at least one punch on Namor's part. When the sea king gets his comeuppence he whirls once more, eyes narrowing as he takes in the other perpetrator. No doubt weighing, judging, and probably finding wanting. At least for the moment.

Definitely a little frosty there.

"This was open to the public," he says. At it is all that he says to Clark, though there is no guarantee that it is the last that he will hear about the matter. Zorro's mouth is set in a hard, thin line of disapproval. But as the matter seems to have deescalated it does not appear as if he is going to push it any further. With any of those involved.

For now at least.

Namor has posed:
"Normally I don't lose my composure so easily from a bit of alcohol. Let's blame it on the eldritch horror lurking beneath the sea at the moment." Namor heads over to the sushi, of which he is a big fan, especially what is bound to be high quality Justice League party sushi. "If anyone needs me, I'll be at the sushi bar."

Kendra Saunders has posed:
A look over at Namor briefly and Kendra smirks even as she raises her hand a little and rubs it, "Still tough..." She mutters and looks over at Carol with a smile, "I know what I'm doing." She winks, "Most of the time." She then looks at her hand, "And thanks to a few things recently done to me, I'm tough enough to punch a man like him." She kinda knew she was thanks to Nth Metal but now it is more permanent.

"Ha." She says to Janet and grins at her, "I like the way you think but I doubt the Justice League wants that to happen." She considers a moment, "Well, I don't think most of them do." She chuckles and turns her gaze to Nadia, blinking, "Is she...old enough..." She then shakes her head and sighs before looking then to Vivian. She grins at her, "Sort of cybernetic. I guess." She chuckles and nods her head.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary looks around, looking relieved that the fight seems to be defused. At least as far as actual fighting...the tension seems to still be up some. She ends up heading Vivian's way, which takes her over in the same neighborhood as Kendra and Janet and her hair ornament, apparently.

"Hey, everyone." She tries breaking the ice. "Has the whole party been...like that?"

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
"What? Hey! Someone hit the drink and I fell in!" Nadia protests, though swimming in the drink was kind of fun, at least until Janet tried to drink it. She perches in Janet's tiara while she gets her bearings back still a bit tipsy from accidentally literally swimming in a cocktail.

Eventually though she decides it is perhaps for the best to give up on her authentic Tinkerbell idea and flits out of Janet's Tiara to become a 5'4, glowing, glittery, drenched in alcohol Tinkerbell instead. "This Halloween stuff is pretty crazy." She decides thinking out loud.

"Oh! Carol!" Nadia suddenly exclaims as if remembering something that had completely slipped her mind, "I need to show you something later, these pictures I'm trying to identify. You know all about Space stuff, I think they're star costellations, but unlike any I've been able to match." It's amazing how quickly she changes gears sometimes.

Clark Kent has posed:
There he is. He can feel Karen's disapproval, too, but he shrugs because he honestly thinks he still made the right call.

"Exactly." Since Bruce is going to push, Superman clips into the quiet tone the two use when private communication is needed. His jaw barely move. "What do you think was going to happen as he drank more and started looking for me? If, even by accident, he shoved some civilian over, that's the story. I take him out to give him his punch? That's a story. 'Local tough guy takes a shot at Superman' hasn't been a story in five years as long as I don't punch back."

It's like he's intimately familiar with the news cycle or something.

"Sorry, Hope, I'm being kind of rude aren't I?" Clark says, and is a bit sad that Mary thinks this is normal. Not much he can do right now without drawing more attention to everything. "Intergang? Ugh. Those are very dangerous guns, from what I remember. One of those big mass projection launchers bruised a rib. I'd love to know where they get those kind of weapons." His first thought: Luthor. But there's no proof. There never is.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet sticks her tongue out at Karen's remonstration. "Oh well. We'll get a good brawl going one of these days. Maybe Carol-- 'scuse me, 'Cap', can pick a fight with someone."

Once Nadia's extricated herself from Janet's tiara the socialite turns towards the bar and lays across it while trying to fish some towels out from the dry stock the bartender keeps for spills. She pushes off the bar and moves to fuss over Nadia, blotting at her face to dry and soak up as much of the rum punch as possible. "Maybe we can wring these out, salvage some liquor from it," she kids Nadia. The towel presses to Nadia's cheeks and lifts her face so Janet can give her a critical once-over. "This is why I said 'pace yourself'," she reminds Nadia, and smiles wryly at her before tousling her hair with the towel rather vigorously.

Vivian Vision has posed:
Vivian Vision nods in greeting to Mary, then glances at Nadia. "Are they  the drawings by Miss M?" she enquires. "If you wish me to project them for Carol then I should have enough room. Although it is not exactly a private venue." She blinks. "I do hope that glitter was non-toxic..." Thankfully Janets liver can probably process anything short of uranium dust.

Kendra gets a shrug. "It is better if you do not ask that question. But I can assure you I will keep an eye on them both." She doesn't promise to keep them out of trouble though. Never make a promise you can't keep.

Carol Danvers has posed:
"Well give me like four more drinks and have the wrong peerson hit on me and we could see a fight I suppose..." thoughtful. Then she looks on as Janet tries to get Nadia cleaned up.

"Sure Nadia, always happy to take a look at anything alien related and give advice. Though if the star formations aren't in the interlac systems or Kree... you will have me well and truly stumped."

Hope Summers has posed:
"They were //great// guns," Hope sighs to Clark, not seeming the least bit put out by the conflict. Please, this is nothing, you should meet more X-Men. "I managed to salvage one and made a few modifications to it, but it got caught in an electromagnetic tug of war during a mission and ended up blowing up. Which was disappointing, but also useful in the context of blowing up a monster in the process. So I've been working on building one myself. With some modifications. I've got a nice stun setting worked out now."

She takes another sip of that bright green drink. "Anyhow, Conner and I handled it and then we talked some and then we didn't see each other for a while until other things came up. I'm not..." Pausing, she purses her lips. "I think he gets the whole adjusting to 'normal' thing."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary looks a bit awkward at the lack of a reply to the general ice-breaker. A slight sigh. This is why she doesn't do parties. Instead, she'll head over towards the snacks and such. Might as well get a little something while she's here.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
"Thunderbolt!" Nadia waves one hand at her fellow Titan, as Janet fusses over her so that she is not quite literally dripping with alcohol anymore. "This stuff is definitely dangerous." she agrees with Janet before sitting heavily on a barstool, not too drunk, but the amount of alcohol she absorbed is definitely giving her super soldier overclocked metabolism a run for its money.

"Yes, but not here." Nadia shakes her head at Vivian, "I'm not even sure I could retain anything at the moment." She smiles brightly when Carol agrees, "Great! Yeah, it's to help a new friend who has been spacing out and seeing strange landscapes and some of the landscapes and starts match Earth, but are completely alien. I think it's probably aliens." She says in the manner of someone who has literally met aliens but still actually knows very little about aliens, though has watched the History Channel.

Kendra Saunders has posed:
Looking over at Mary, Kendra nods to the woman. She isn't familiar with her but she shakes her head, "Not that I'm aware of but I haven't arrived very long ago." She then turns her gaze over toward Carol and listens for a moment. She looks to Vivian and smiles, "I ask a lot of questions that I would be better off not asking." She then smirks as Janet fusses over Nadia and chuckles. She grabs a new drink and takes a sip and then looks toward Namor briefly before looking then to Nadia and Mary again, blinking, "Well, this has been fun."

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet digs a thin, flexible phone out of a cunningly concealed pocket in her dress. It's perhaps the one place that's marginally less than skintight, and even then the only thing that works is a flexible piece of clear plastic. Lights dance on it as she pages her personal assistant.

"Friend of yours?" Janet looks over and smiles welcome to Mary before returning to the task of helping Nadia out. Her assistant arrives quickly with Janet's 'fashion emergency bag' and in a few moments she's got Nadia's wet hair stylishly combed back before it can become a tangle of Halloween cocktail conditioner.

"Carol, you can't take flirting personally. Take it as a compliment!" she urges her friend. "And, y'know, you'll never pay for drinks at a cash bar."

Vivian Vision has posed:
"Aliens were my initial assumption too," Vivian confirms, nodding but offering no reasoning for why. "And yes I suppose a party is not the right venue." Her attention  turns to Mary when her Great Aunt calls out. "It appears one of your Titan friends has come as the Belle of the ball." That... was probably a joke and not simply an observation. It's hard to tell with synthezoids even without the overly dramatic SHODAN voice she's using right now.

She smiles at Kendra "I believe we may have that in common. People often find my questions awkward." And then she blinks at Janet. "You would think a billionaire wouldn't mind buying her own drinks."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol notes to Janet "Look. I said the wrong person, not the right persons..... which outnumber the wrong probably. At least around here." she sips her drink "And you are clear to buy me drinks anytime." two can play at this game, anyhow Janet started it at the top of the night.

She looks at Nadia now though. "How did you get he images into a medium I can scope it out for you if she is having visions?"

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
"She's a Titan." Nadia informs Janet, "She was also there when we saved that living universe girl from the Dire Wraiths trying to turn Earth into Wraith World." As one does. She nods to Vivian in agreement when her assessment of aliens is supported before answering Carol's question. "She draws, like wow, really well and has a photographic memory, so she's been able to render the visions visually. Some of them are familiar complete with night sky constellations, some are really alien looking with constellations I can't find a match for at all.

"I ask ask a lot of questions, too." She informs Kendra, "Hi! I'm Nadia." For everything else one could say about the girl, there's not a shy bone in her body.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"It's the principle of the thing, honey," Janet reminds Vivian. "Just because you've got money doesn't mean you should turn down a gift," she observes. "And also, it's just a great way to flex on everyone else at a party if some hottie at the bar offers to buy you a round." She leans sideways and tries to hipcheck Carol, likely to no avail. There's a pretty big height differential between them.

"Anyway, it's nice to meet you, uh, Thunderbolt," Janet tells the Titan. "Any friend of Nadia's, etc. etc. I'm her mom, Janet van Dyne. I didn't realize the Titans would be representing so readily," she says with a tone of congratulatory pride.

Vivian Vision has posed:
"I think some of the drawings had alien seeming plants in them too," Viv chimes in again for Carols benefit. "They may also prove useful for identification purposes. I would presume most aliens who explore space catalog such things in the same way Humans do." She shifts her holographic costume a little to one side to make room for Mary.

"I can think of many occasions I would turn down a gift. For example if the Gentleman who ripped his shirt off offered me something I would not be inclined to accept it. He seems... suspicious," she points out to Janet. "Anyway I think while I have the chance I will take a quick look around the public areas of the Hall of Justice. I shall ensure I am back in time for when you and Great Aunt Nadia are planning to leave. Please try not to become so inebriated that I have to carry you both!"