What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye?

[darkprophecies]

WHO: OPEN
WHERE: Raven's House in Lake Placid, NY
WHEN: Thanksgiving Day (+ Weekend)
WARNINGS: Derp.
SUMMARY: Is there ever such a thing as a normal holiday when it comes to superheroes? I think not. But damn it, the heroes invited to her house are going to try anyway.
FORMAT: Open RP style - para or quick, whichever's preferred.

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MARC'S TABLE (feel free to crash it, idk)

[kingofrejects]

Well. He was here. Part of him didn't know why he didn't skip this affair - it wasn't as if he couldn't afford to have dinner somewhere. But so far, being back at the city was an emotional drain for him. Sure, he had allies, so much in the sense that Moon Knight had allies, but no one he could talk to. No diner filled with familiar faces, no old comrade-in-arms to have lunch with, not even a histrionic physiotherapist to berate him about his physical condition. Mexico had been one long, lonely exile, and he'd been looking forward to going back to New York. Looking forward to seeing friends, or at least familiar faces. Hell, he even missed old Crawley, the strange, broken old man that he was.

He also missed Marlene, his long suffering on-and-off ex-girlfriend. And that had more than its fair share of pain and history attached to it. She must have guessed that he hadn't truly died in the explosion, against Bullseye - how did she feel about him now? Could they have tried again, if he had made it back? If he hadn't been pulled back to this damn, dysfunctional City?

At any rate, he was here. Among people. The introduction he'd given to the host was cordial, but momentarily got a bit frosty for when he introduced himself as Steve Grant, former financier pre-Porter (and why had he done that, anyway?) He wasn't sure what the woman was thinking when she sized him up, but she accepted him anyway. He supposed that was enough for him - what could she do, anyway, tell him to screw off back down the mountain?

He'd arrived at dinner early enough that there were still a couple empty tables left. He took a seat at one of them, loosening the dinner jacket he'd rented as he did. He wondered if he'd arrived a little too fancily dressed, but he supposed it didn't matter. This woman hosting this - Raven, she said her name was? - seemed almost too accommodating in that regard.

The food was all ready at the table by the time he arrived at it, so he quietly began scooping up various turkey bits and vegetables as he glanced around, the room, trying to catch sneak peeks at anyone that looked familiar.