Successes have many fathers, failures have none.
WHO: Baron Zemo (exceedmyself) and OPEN
WHERE: East River Park Amphitheatre
WHEN: 6PM-onwards, of the 15th of Oct.
WARNINGS: Nothing awful :3
SUMMARY: Zemo is antsy without a team to lead in the City, and what better place to recruit than a place full of superpowered imports?
FORMAT: Para to begin, whatever people are comfy with after. Mingle and threadjack wherever you please!
The evening is brisk but not biting, and the lights are just beginning to flicker into bright, enthusiastic life when Zemo steps out onto the stage, looking out over the rather generous orchestra pit and surrounding grassy field. He waits in patient, statuesque pose, like a man having his portrait taken, or a glacier anticipating the thaw. His shadow stretches before him as he stands unmoving, deep in thought, all potential energy, like a coiled spring.
What he's seen of the City pleases him, excites him, brings his blood to pump a little harder in awareness... awareness of what he can do here. A clean slate again, a team at his command again, another literal world of possibility. So much raw potential living, breathing, struggling in the City to be, to do, to matter, and all they need is someone to direct them.
"That is," He said to himself, "If any of them show up."
WHERE: East River Park Amphitheatre
WHEN: 6PM-onwards, of the 15th of Oct.
WARNINGS: Nothing awful :3
SUMMARY: Zemo is antsy without a team to lead in the City, and what better place to recruit than a place full of superpowered imports?
FORMAT: Para to begin, whatever people are comfy with after. Mingle and threadjack wherever you please!
The evening is brisk but not biting, and the lights are just beginning to flicker into bright, enthusiastic life when Zemo steps out onto the stage, looking out over the rather generous orchestra pit and surrounding grassy field. He waits in patient, statuesque pose, like a man having his portrait taken, or a glacier anticipating the thaw. His shadow stretches before him as he stands unmoving, deep in thought, all potential energy, like a coiled spring.
What he's seen of the City pleases him, excites him, brings his blood to pump a little harder in awareness... awareness of what he can do here. A clean slate again, a team at his command again, another literal world of possibility. So much raw potential living, breathing, struggling in the City to be, to do, to matter, and all they need is someone to direct them.
"That is," He said to himself, "If any of them show up."