2014-03-04 Mardi Gras Madness
2014-03-04
Players: Asthma Monster, Mona, Phantasm, Scarlet Witch, Squirrel Girl
GMed by NA
Title: Mardi Gras Madness

Welcome to New Orleans. From the moment you step through the doors of The Blue Moon, you are totally submerged in the ambiance of the Big Easy. Every sight, sound, taste and smell has been specifically selected to make you forget that just outside the doors exists Bayville and New England.

Stepping past the Maitre D' you are lead into the restaurant portion of the club. Up on a raised balcony you can look down over the large dance floor and the live band that performs here every night from 6 till midnight.

In the far back of the room, two large guards flank a single oak door. Known only as the Club, very few people are ever permitted past those guards. Membership is strictly invitation only, and those who are members are very tight lipped about the secrets kept beyond the door.

As the impending period of sacrifices and fasting comes upon the world looms near, people around who observe that period have debated upon what they are giving up. (Fast food? Alcohol? *Gasp* GIRL SCOUT COOKIES?!) But. That all starts tomorrow. This Tuesday, it's all about enjoying those favorite vices one last time. Yes. It is time to be a glutton! It is time to make this Tuesday FAT! After all it is MARDI GRAS!

And what better place in New York to celebrate it than The New Orleans themed Blue Moon. Decked out in fabric banners of purples, greens, and yellow with balloons of the same color scheme, the restaurant and dance floor areas are just screaming party! While the restaurant staffrs have kept some semblance of respect by just shifting to green, yellow, and purple vests with their attire, the band that's playing have gone the way of the jester with their pointy hats. The dance floor is full of bodies dancng to the music, with a number of the ladies having accumulated a fine assortment of bead necklaces.

Over by the bar area of the club section, Mike is relaxing and enjoying a beer, not rocking his usual street attire tonight. Tonight is a party night and as such, he is wearing attire, although of the same dark color scheme as his Goodwill-esque street clothes, a bit more suited for his more public persona of Nick Drago. With no knit cap hiding his hair, what bit of length of hair he's gained back since his last movie role pulled back into a nub of a pony tail. Beside him, his former bandmate but still friend, Wade Shaw nurses a much lighter colored beer than what the Irish/Italian has picked.

As the impending period of sacrifices and fasting comes upon the world looms near, people around who observe that period have debated upon what they are giving up. (Fast food? Alcohol? *Gasp* GIRL SCOUT COOKIES?!) But. That all starts tomorrow. This Tuesday, it's all about enjoying those favorite vices one last time. Yes. It is time to be a glutton! It is time to make this Tuesday FAT! After all it is MARDI GRAS!

And what better place in New York to celebrate it than The New Orleans themed Blue Moon. Decked out in fabric banners of purples, greens, and yellow with balloons of the same color scheme, the restaurant and dance floor areas are just screaming party! While the restaurant staffrs have kept some semblance of respect by just shifting to green, yellow, and purple vests with their attire, the band that's playing have gone the way of the jester with their pointy hats. The dance floor is full of bodies dancng to the music, with a number of the ladies having accumulated a fine assortment of bead necklaces.

Over by the bar area of the club section, Mike is relaxing and enjoying a beer, not rocking his usual street attire tonight. Tonight is a party night and as such, he is wearing attire, although of the same dark color scheme as his Goodwill-esque street clothes, a bit more suited for his more public persona of Nick Drago. With no knit cap hiding his hair, what bit of length of hair he's gained back since his last movie role pulled back into a nub of a pony tail. Beside him, his former bandmate but still friend, Wade Shaw nurses a much lighter colored beer than what the Irish/Italian has picked.

Doreen Green walks into the Blue Moon, wearing a long winter coat which keeps her long bushy tail hidden, a pair of gloves to hide her claws and boots with fur around the trim just because they're cute. Her eyes light up when she sees the festivities going on and grins, revealing her buck teeth, but a lot of people have those. Bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, she claps her hands together and looks to her shoulder. "Isn't this so exciting??" She asks the hidden squirrel in her scarf.

The club is part of the Guild, which is good because otherwise there is no way in hell Mona would have a chance of getting in there. She's dressed in a tan top, a white tanktop with a darker grey underlayer, and black cargo jeans. The top is open, not buttoned closed. "Noisy tonight," she says to herself, making her way through the crowd toward the bar.

The performer looks over to his friend's drink and chuckles, shaking his head, sipping his own choice. "Never understood after all the times we went out drinking how you can still be such a lightweight."

The shorter blonde man returns the laugh with a slight mocking tone to it, "And I never understood how you can go so long with a broken cellphone without replacing it you cheap-ass." His glances shifts over, looking over to Doreen's entrance, "Sure as hell ain't getting beads with that get-up."

Wanda comes in just as the party really seems to be getting underway. For once she's not wearing her trenchcoat or fedora (having checked her coat at the door), instead going with a crimson red evening gown, definitely looking like she's out for a good time. She wears a black silk scarf around her neck as well, almost like a veil as she glances around, before sauntering over towards the bar.

Doreen giggles and says, "Well, maybe in a few years I will. Could I have a Diet Coke, please?" She takes a seat not far from Mike and eyes the bowl of peanuts. Must…resist. Keep…hands…out…of..peanuts…" She tries to hold onto Monkey Joe's tail to keep him hidden in her scarf, pretending to be fussing with her hair.

Mona stops at the bar, "Hey, Jake," Mona says to the bartender, the man grinning and reaching under the bar to a cooler and bringing out a citrus flavored Sobe. "thanks," she says with a grin, shaking the bottle as she stakes a seat. She doesn't see Wanda when she looks around, though it may be impossible for her to recognize the woman without her Carmen Sandiego look.

Wade's glance follows Doreen as she sits down, unapologetically staring at the coat. "You're going to get warm in tha-ow!" He turns his head, glaring over at Mike.

Mike casts a bit of a smirk at Wade tilting his head towards a bead ladden lady on the dance floor that's staring over at them. "Less on here, focus over there, she's been staring at you all night, dumbus." The musician sneaks a glance to Doreen's attire before giving her a nod in greeting and then starts looking to the others in the vicinity. The glance stops upon Wanda. Hmm.

Wanda smiles over at Mona, "Glad to see that you recovered." She chuckles a bit, tilting her head towards Mike as she seems to sense the look she gets, then glances over at Doreen, giving her a bit of a nod. It's not like she's /that/ recognizable outside of her costume, after all.

Mona gets her drink open and leaves the metal cap on the bar, taking a drink from the Sobe energy drink. "Thanks, not like I was hurt when you brought me back. I was just exhausted. Lady Eir made sure that I'd healed," Mona says with a grin. "you look different without your hat and coat," she adds. She glances at the crowd throughout the place, rolling her eyes at some of their antics

Doreen takes her drink and smiles to the others. "It may get a bit warm in here, but I'm OK! I'm uhhh from the south, so I get cold easily!" She grins and takes another drink. "I'm Doreen Green! I don't think I've met any of you before. I'm new to the city. It's so huge!"

Caught looking, Mike doesn't look away but instead gives a bit of a half smile and a tilt of greeting before turning lifting his drink for a sip. His glance shifts over as he watches Wade get up to head over to the woman who was pointed out to him. Drinking buddy gone away, his attention shifts over to the three ladies that seem to know each other. Setting the drink down, he looks over to Doreen before gesturing to the departing bassist. "Wade Shaw." He points to himself, "And for now you can call me Nick."

Wanda grins over at Mona, "Well, good… I hate to think I nearly got myself thrown in a dungeon for no reason." She glances over at Doreen, about to say something, but Mona's last comment catches her attention, "Well, Mona, it'd be a little uncomfortable to wear in here." With that, she glances curiously at Mike, arching a brow ever so slightly as she simply says, "Wanda."

Mona grins a little, looking her over, "You look nice though," the girl says wth a shrug, drinking about a quarter of the bottle of Sobe.

When Wanda offers her name, Mike looks over to her. "Nick." He returns, following the name he gave to Doreen. He nods in greeting towards Mona as well. "So what vices are you ladies saying good bye to tonight?"

A roll of Mona's eyes, "I don't think I'm old enough to have vices."

Wanda hrms, "That, I haven't quite decided." She chuckles softly, "I have a few, but I'm not sure which one to give up, just yet." A slight shrug, as she takes a bourbon from the bartender, giving 'Nick' an amused expression, "You?"

Meanwhile, there's a bit of commotion at the front door. It seems that one of the patrons has refused to take off his unusually bulky trench coat and suspiciously face-covering hat, and he didn't take kindly to the bouncers' polite insistence. One of them is currently reeling from a punch to his now very bloody, likely broken nose, while the other has gotten the mystery patron into a full nelson hold. However, the trench coated figure easily throws the larger man over his shoulder, slamming him hard into the floor.

And then he pulls a gun.

"Alright, no use in being quiet about this anymore," the stranger grumbles to himself, but before he can do anything else, the first bouncer recovers and tries to grab his gun hand. However, with some quick movements, the stranger manages to only lose his coat, revealing a strange green monster underneath! After another punch to the bouncer's jaw that is accompanied with a worrying crunch, the creature raises his gun, aiming it toward the dance floor. He announces, "Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight, you all have the honor of being my next guinea pigs! I hope you're taking a nice, deep breath right now, because it's going to be your last!"

Mike looks over to Wanda, "Probably going more than a day without sle-" The star pauses as the noise at the doorway draws his attention. There is something about grandiose announcements that begin after attacking bouncers that just sets off alarm bells in one's head, funny that. And well, when he starts mentioning Guinea pigs, well that's just going for the 'rocks fall everybody dies' cue. He cups his hands over his face, seemingly NOT enjoying the turn of the situation as he starts shifting ever so slightly into a dream form version of himself. Just in case.

"Jake, call Remy," Mona says to the bartender who ducks down behind the bar to do so. Mona turns back to face the monster, thing, not at all impressed. "at least it's not purple, whatever the hell it is," the girl mutters

Wanda swivels slightly in her stool, turning to glance at the intruder with the gun ripped out of a bad science fiction movie, "I don't know who you are… but you have one chance to leave without incident." Her voice drops a bit, as there's a certain glint in her eyes. The observant might notice a faint glow coming from her hands as she gestures, ever so slightly… and that gun wielded by the intruder might have a decidedly negative effect on its wielder.

The creature turns its empty red eyes toward Wanda, its eternal grin never breaking even as it speaks. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a suit of some kind. "Oh, look, we have our first volunteer. Don't worry, dear, it'll only hurt for a minute!" he says, pointing his oversized handgun at Wanda and pulling the trigger…only for it to blow up in his face, a large cloud of noxious green fumes quickly spreading out from where he stands.

After a moment, he walks out of the cloud, wiping his eyes with one hand and throwing the gun aside with the other. "Well, this is why we wear safety gear, everyone. Thankfully, I may just get some results yet!" Indeed, as the fumes dissipate, it becomes obvious that the people near the entrance are now on the ground, choking and gasping for breath. The monster, however, is unconcerned, merely scratching his chin as he thinks aloud, "Hm…I wonder why it blew up like that, though. I'll have to tweak the design a little, I guess…"

The now Phantasmed 'Nick' lowers his hands, in time for him to see Asthma Monster aim at Wanda, and well in their general vicinity only to not get the expected result. His head turns to look back over to where Wade last was to make sure he's definitely nowhere near the fading away cloud of choke. "I hope that stuff's not permanent." He mutters, grabbing the near empty bottle of beer by the neck, taking it off of the bartop but definitely holding it in a manner not conductive to drinking the contents.

Wanda scowls, "You better hope that those people aren't permanently harmed." With that, the glow about her hands /is/ a very noticeable green, as she gestures towards the so-called Asthma Monster, looking to flatten him with an eldritch bolt of raw magical force.

The creature is roused from his thoughts by Wanda, fixing his red-eyed gaze on her and somehow managing to sneer through that enormous grin. "Oh, I hope it /is/. If I can't breathe, then neither will the world-" he starts to say, but is cut off by a sudden bolt of eldritch power slamming into his face and knocking him flat on his back. It isn't long before he's sitting back up, shaking his head to make the world stop spinning, and it seems a chunk has been taken away from his face, showing pale skin and blond hair underneath. Yep, definitely a suit.

A moment later, though, one of his hands shoots up to grasp the damaged part of the mask, but not to rip it off. Instead, it seems he's trying desperately to cover the hole, though he soon stops and stands up. "Okay, still stable…but I didn't think I'd have to deal with crap like /this/ again. Fine! I'll go, but this won't be the last time I'll be making a public appearance." the mysterious suited man growls, then seems to disappear into thin air, leaving the choking people and the remains of his gun behind.

With the departure of the asthmatic monster, Mike brings the bottle back up to the countertop and sets it down before cupping his hands over his face once more. "Why is it when people are having a good time," He laments in a muffled manner, "There's got to be that ONE guy who just has to ruin it for everybody?"

The music has stopped and so has the dancing. Instead, several are on their cellphones while others seem to be texting away.

Wanda shakes her hands a bit, moving over towards where the strange person vanished, "I hate it when a party is interrupted." She frowns, crouching down and picking up a cartridge, it looks like from the gun the interloper was using, "I do hope ambulances were called…"

As Wanda mentions it, Mike looks to the group, "If not, " He shakes his head, reaching into his pocket to pull out the 'broken' phone, which looks perfectly fine despite being an older Nokia. He starts dialing and starts to go through the routine…

~Fin~

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