Wanda Maximoff (daddysredwitch) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2009-10-31 14:19:00 |
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Boys and girls of every age...
Characters: OT The Avengers, anyone else with a viable reason to be there.
Setting: A Masquerade party in a swanky New York City hotel ballroom, unknown identities, rich people, that sort of place
Content: Debauchery of the Wealthy
Summary: The Avengers go "undercover" to try to gather information about the viral outbreak in New Orleans
Wanda was tired. No, that wasn't the right word- she was exhausted. She was exhausted and worried about Nick and wanted nothing more than a long soak in a bath and week of sleep. Instead she was wandering through a lavish party with an untouched glass of wine in her hand and a polite smile plastered on her lips. She'd been about to take a nap when she'd received a call from Tony that the Avengers were going to a party and then she'd had to scramble to procure an outfit at the last minute. baroque They hadn't even stopped her at the door- apparently knowing where the party was in the first place and being dressed up was enough to get her in.
A large staircase led from a small hidden second floor hallway into a vast ballroom. The room dripped opulence from its gilded crystalline chandeliers to the gold brocade upholstery on the furniture tucked into velvet curtained alcoves. Opposite the grand staircase was a wall of floor to ceiling windows with three sets of French doors opening onto a long balcony outside. Little tables and chairs ranged along the remaining alcove dotted walls. A banquet table and bar provided the guests with refreshment while costumed waiters wandered with trays to provide the same service. Candelabras on the walls cast shadows over all, adding somehow to the party's air of lavish mystery.
The guests themselves were a sight to behold- costumes of every kind and color from the bizarre to the cliche and all of them wearing masks. Wanda's own costume consisted of a black and white striped Victorian gown with a plunging neckline and black lace on the cuffs. Over the gown's bodice Wanda wore a black corset with a picture of a ribcage inlaid in a large oval on the front. Wanda's black Venetian mask took up the top half of her face, topped with long black feathers. It certainly wasn't a terrible outfit for something she'd thrown together.
Wanda had been at the party for half an hour already and not only had she not run into any of her teammates but she'd yet to get any useful information. Granted, it would take more than just a few minutes to talk someone into telling her anything, but she was already weary of being waylaid by self-important windbags boasting about their stock portfolio. There was one just now telling her about his beach house in the Bahamas and try as she might she could not politely extricate herself from the conversation so she finally began nursing her glass of wine and was glad that her mask hid the annoyance in her eyes.