[identity profile] marvel-citizens.livejournal.com
Erik Lensherr has spared no expense. Tonight the 4-star Hotel Transia, jewel of his hospitality empire, has opened its doors to admit the New York elite to celebrate the engagement of his daughter Lorna to Alex Summers. Everyone who is anyone is here, to see and be seen, to catch at least a glimpse of the young couple. Naturally, there are other currents beneath the surface conversation. Like all social events, this is a time for bargaining and exploring, negotiating and fencing. But all blood drawn had better be metaphorical, or the Lensherrs' crack security team will know the reason why.
[identity profile] proteus-maximus.livejournal.com
After a short stopover at police headquarters, impersonating a few officers to check out the evidence in the Gargoyle case, as well as Parker's murder, Morph was ready for the next step.

It didn't take much doing to find out which window belonged to Crystal - figuring out when she'd be relatively lonely in the house was trickier, what with Quicksilver's speed. Once things look relatively clear, Morph makes his move.

A trenchcoated "Peter Parker" makes his way to a darkened window, pausing to examine the security measures briefly, before sending in a nonconductive tendril of his malleable flesh to undo the lock, allowing him to slip inside.
[identity profile] mrs-p-lensherr.livejournal.com

The center island of the Lensherr's milk kitchen is covered in brochures for the Temple Beth Israel fundraiser. Crystal perches at one end, nursing her daughter. 

"That dress looks perfect, Lorna." She smiles at her younger sister-in-law.  "Are you ready? Have you read the rest of the briefings?" Her smile is light, but there's a hardness behind her blue eyes.

It's a good thing the younger woman doesn't keep up with the papers.

[identity profile] marvel-citizens.livejournal.com
It's been said there are eight million stories in the Big Apple. Modern New Yorkers scorn this as an underestimate, though the more cynical ones will hold forth on the topic of how many stories are the same old, same old. Others will argue that every story is different, because New York makes them so. This surging, seething city: the hot spot of the American melting pot, where so many first set foot on American shores, where so many come seeking fame and fortune, where so many find only disappointment or despair or even death, where a few manage to hitch their dreams to that morning star.

"Every person on the streets of New York is a type. The city is one big theater where everyone is on display," said Jerry Rubin. All the world may be a stage, and all the men and women merely players, but who plays what? Who gets the leading role, and who will forever be stuck in the chorus line? Who will remain a stage-door Johnny, and who will be able to move from lead actor to director ... or the even more powerful position of producer?

Cast, crew, backers, and audience ... each one brings their own meaning to that granite beehive where people jostle and whir like molecules in an overheated jar.

New York City. Center of the universe.

If you can make it here, you'll make it anywhere.

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