All Skate: Hellfire Gala eddition

[snarky_spider]

Jess slips in the front door, not quite realizing she's no longer on Krakoa for a moment or two. She's wearing a fabulous evening dress that walked off an Erte, all ruby sequins and spider silk, and pumps that could kill a body. It's the Hellfire Gala on the other side of her door--nice the X-men finally remembered her, given their shared history (she's not bitter really)--and for some reason Clint has been following her around like a puppy. She was half worried her pheromones were getting out of control again but no one else seemed to be behaving oddly, so it was just Clint being Clint.

Finally catching on that she was no longer in an awkward spot, she smiled and advanced towards Bar. She was in the mood for some sliders. As she walked the bar shifted to echo the Hellfire Gala and by the time she took a seat she was shaking her head. "Just couldn't resist a fancy party could you?"

Just to be safe, she patted Bar affectionately. It wouldn't due to offend the lady after all.

[OOC: Welcome to the All-Skate: Hellfire Gala Edition! All welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em along. Feel free to have Bar update your character's look if you'd like. Encouraged but absolutely not required. The Hellfire Gala is the Marvel Comics Meta Gala. Think extravagant fashions.

Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun! Participating in theme/holiday shenanigans is also not required. <3
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behavior (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Please don't be a dick.
This post is open forever.]

EP: young!Elrond (all teens are awkward)

[starrydome]

The door opens and closes, admitting a snippet of birdsong, a cool breeze, and a tall youth, who stumbles inside, clothes dishevelled, arms and legs foal-long.

He stops and looks around in wonder and then quickly turns to make sure that the door is still there.

His hair is long and dark, held back from a face with sharp cheekbones and a sharper nose, by braids and strips of leather.

His eyes are huge and the wonder in them reveals that he may be on the cusp of adulthood, but that he has not let go completely of the child he used to be. Even if the roundness of his cheeks is a very distant memory.

His ankles and wrists, too thin and quite pale, tells the tale of his latest grow spurt and the clothing, fine as it may be, is carefully mended and a little too tight around the chest.

He remembers this place.

Elrond (for that is what they call him and now it has become his name) cautiously makes his way inside.