Marvel nerds, Assemble!

[Wolven Pryde]

Midnight Movie Premiere:

It's a busy night at the Esquire IMAX Theatre in downtown Sacramento, tonight. For tonight, we are celebrating the cinematic debut of Earth's Mightiest Heroes: The Avengers. All Marvel films have led up to this point, and the expectations are high. The excitement is palpable. The people are anxious. And some of them, are in costume. No, this isn't Comic-Con, but until the theatre employees open the cinema doors and usher everyone inside: It's a party.

So come grab some concessions, pick up the tickets you ordered a few months ago, and hang around in the lobby for a few hours (Gotta get a good seat!). Also, no photography indoors, please.

OOC

It is technically a little late for this, but don't sweat the details. Also, as no one in this thread will have seen the movie yet, let's avoid any spoilers for those who still have not OOC. Things from any of the movie's trailer can be freely discussed, of course :3

Theatrical Trailer

Kindred will know that this theater is located in The Rack, and therefore most have the perfect excuse not to feed on any tasty morsels they encounter.

[Dillon Connery]

To be perfectly honest, Dillon Connery likes any chance to dress in a fun costume and parade around. Not that he's ever done it while going to the movies, but it was inevitable. Martha wanted to find a costume party, he wanted to go see the Avengers. So here they are.

Having chosen each others' outfits, the tall, broad-shouldered Deputy Reeve is once again clad as the Star-Spangled Man, Captain America. Truth be told, he wanted to go as Iron Man, but his tiny friend cast her vote. A bigger fan of the United States he'd never found in a British person, and Dillon doesn't say no to her. Not if he can help it, anyway. At least he isn't going to have his head stuck inside a helmet all night.

And this new outfit has pockets! Not just the pouches, but actual, honest-to-God pockets for carrying stuff. How often do you see that? Dillon feels like he could probably kiss the movie's costume designer. And if the shy little smile on the Herald's face when she'd seen him suited up was any indication, he must look pretty darn good.

Even with the hellish canine Beast forever stalking the Gangrel's psyche, his excitement is for other things. The tiny creature at his side looks positively Marvelous, whether she realizes it or not. He'd certainly told her, several times. He's trying to be polite about it, but Dillon can't stop looking at her. She's just too adorable, and his vote for her costume had been dead on, even if the character isn't in the movie...

Looking around at the mass of people, some dressed up, others dressed down, and many of them staring, Dillon sighs. Turning his attention down to Martha, he offers an encouraging smile. "I suppose we should pick up our tickets first, yes?"

Martha Villiers
Mask of Tranquility
Presence 4 (Sweet and Innocent), SL2 (Super-heroine!)

Clutching nervously to Dillon's gloved hand with both her own, tiny Martha felt far from Marvelous. Though, privately, she found the costume to be quite thrilling... in public, she just felt so... naked! Even more so than last Halloween. She had to be brave, however. Dillon had went to a lot of trouble to help her become the Avengers' smallest hero, the Wasp. They'd even found a version of the costume in a modern animated television program with a charming skirt!

A very short skirt...

Martha loved the wings, and though she pouted at her lack of a hat, Dillon had said the wig and antennae-earmuffs were sort of like a hat. That would have to do. Her well-toned shoulders and collar were both bared, and she kept sneaking fretful tugs at her top when she thought no one was looking, because her chest never felt quite covered enough. But then, that just seemed to make the skirt want to ride up even further. I believe this scoundrel slipped in and took a few inches from the hem when I wasn't looking!

Limping meekly along, the small creature held onto the red glove like a lifeline, while reminding herself to walk proud. To show some semblance of confidence. To take the role by the reigns and show her appreciation for Dillon's kind words. And the many glances to her throat and collar he thought she didn't notice. Her C-Leg was hard at work, and there for all to see. The boot thereon slumped to the side a bit, having no muscular calf to cling to like the other one did.

Smiling shyly up to Dillon, Martha nods. Twin antennae sway. Her chirp stammers a bit. "Oh! Quite... quite so, sir!"

Picking up tickets

[Cameron]

Aldamoth wasn't a huge film buff, by any means. But the hype surrounding this latest release had dragged even the Leechfinger out from under his rock. Garbed in his usual attire, Aldamoth was amazed to find people waiting here this early. His own sense of punctuality bordered on the obsessive compulsive at times, but it was clear that the people in front of him, particularly those in costume, were hardcore fans.

He got a vague sense of recollection from the women standing behind the costumed pair, but he just couldn't place it. He wasn't good with names, and even worse when it came to faces. He shrugged off the thought as he walked up to Captain America ( Dillon Connery ) and his plucky sidekick ( Chrisie ). Even small talk was better then just standing around.

"Nice costumes! The two of you have certainly put some effort into this." Said the Darkling, his tone matching the pleasant smile on his face. He had absolutely no idea who the young women was dressed as, but it was an impressive job none-the-less.

[Forn Clakes]

"Mom! Look, its Captain America," the young boy of around nine or ten said as he arrived with his mother. The fact he was dressed with a viking style helmet and a toy hammer gave away his favourite Avenger. Hourglass had even managed to buy the armour costume, which was an early birthday present for Daniel. "Oh wow, look, look, Mom, its Wasp!"

Hourglass, or Charlotte as she would be going by this evening, was smiling as she arrived and was not in costume but seeing as anything Marvel related was Daniel's hobby, she really couldn't say no. "I can see, honey. Let's go queue for our tickets and then get some popcorn." Hourglass really wanted to bring some of her own food but knew that the cinema business needed all the money they could at the moment.

Waiting in line with mini-Thor holding her hand was up there with new experiences.

"Daniel, its rude to stare."

"Sorry," her son said but continued to stare at Dillon, Martha and Sasha.

[Martha Villiers]

Martha was smiling and fussing and generally trying to calm down for a hundred different reasons...all of this was good for her Ordo studies...bur played merry Heck with her Blush of Life and subsequent blood pressure.

The pant suited Sasha was impressive and lithe and was offered a respectful nod from Martha as she tried not to stare too hard at the arresting eyes and looked in vain for a sense of the sort of shoes Sasha may wear and the legs clad in pants...

The arrival of Aldomath and his interestingly familiar Commonwealth accent prompted a sincere "Good evening, sir, and thank you most kindly!" holding to the Shield of Justice she struggled with a curtsy to the gentleman. "I hope you are well!" she chirped in greeting. Martha might have said more but she blanched slightly as the adorable Thor-mite chirped "Mommy look..." her heart sank. It was usually followed by Mummy...why does that lady only have...? To Martha's obvious delight, for once, the child's encouragement to mother to observe had a very different coda. She almost wept with joy there and then!

Gulping to catch her senses and to hold to the Shield of Justice a little bit tighter, Martha settled for a happy smile and a playful waggle of her wings in an effort to amuse the child. Tiny Martha smiled encouragingly to Dillon then Hourglass.

To see a Mother and Child out and having fun...well...Martha found the combination hard to resist and as the very striking Hulk came over and made his potent and muscular presence known, Martha found herself swiftly blinking at the various sets of deltoids and pectorals now all about before offering a happy salute to Hourglass.

"If the Incredible Hulk had not distracted the good Captain, I might be alerting him to the presence of the Mighty God of Thunder himself too! You are finely attired, sir!" she offered with sweet friendliness - addressing the child and his mother and Aldomath and Sasha with very obvious eagerness. Hoping to encourage some joint excitement at the young boys splendid efforts.

[Dillon Connery]

Turning back from the ticket window, Dillon once again finds nearly too much to react to. He knew the lines would get big, and fast. He's relieved he picked up the pre-ordered tickets first thing, because he imagines that if there are any seats at all left, they will go very fast.

The pretty, but as of yet silent blonde woman gets a polite and lopsided smile as Dillon steps out of the way of the counter and places the tickets safely in one of his suit's many awesome zipper-pockets. He stays nearby with Martha, though, as conversation opens up immediately around them. He nods his support and agreement to Martha's thanks for their collective compliments, and offers the little Thor a private thumbs-up and very serious face of approval before smiling genially to his mother.

He is about to join the tiny Wasp in publicly praising the child, after catching her smile and waggle of wings, when Hulk smashes his way into the conversation with about as much subtlety as a hydrogen bomb. That's a good thing, though, in this case. Dillon enjoyed Stefan's conversation at the Halloween Ball last year, but hadn't seen the man around town since then. "Hey," the retort is right there on his tongue already, "just wait until you see me at the gym or something like this. At least it's the updated model, right?"

The Gangrel makes one quick, not-very-sneaky glance to Martha's collar and shoulder before placing a hand on the shield near one of hers. The ticket business concluded, she didn't have to hold it for him anymore. Though it's really cute seeing her with it, and he certainly wouldn't mind sort of co-holding it as a substitute to holding hands. If she was opposed to holding his hand while they talked to people.

[Vassagon]

Presence •••(Villainous) SL ••(Handsome)

Approaching the gathering was another kindred though carefully flushed with the Blush of Life as was expected of his kind. Chase Ankers was an avid film enthusiast, though rarely did he allow himself to be seduced by the comic book genre of film-making. Such a fad was not to last and would likely leave little impact culturally. Yet his time spent in the college dorms amid computer geek after computer geek wore him down to a secret curiosity for the tights-wearing superhero. Even more so was his interest in the super-villains, the nemesis persona that gave each hero the motivation they desperately needed.

It was this interest that he attended the gathering outside the theater for the opening of Avengers, the ultimate crossover of some of the most famous of heroes from the Marvel Universe. But instead of giving worship to the hero archetype, Chase went the other way and dressed in ode to Loki, the so-called God of Mischief. A semi-permanent dye made for the darker hair necessary to pull off the look but it was a minor modification. His tailor did most of the work after all. He thought he came across rather gallant and smiled as he joined the ranks of crowd outside. Since he had already ordered his tickets online in advance he had no worries about getting, but wanted a good seat at least.

Sensing the Beast that Dillon exhumed, Chase took notice of Dillon, not that he could miss the bright blue suit that marked him as the daring Captain. Because of the crowd, however, and her diminutive size, he wasn't able to place the pair of antennae that bobbed at his side. He waved a hello to Dillon nonetheless.