SUPER BARBECUE SUPER BARBECUE SUPER BARBECUE [open as heck]

[hugling]

Who: SUPER HEROES!!!!!
Where: Ernest E. Debs Regional Park!
When: Sunday!
What: SUPER BARBECUE
Warnings: Superheroes...



It's a pleasant evening at Ernest E. Debs Regional Park, just a couple miles from downtown LA, which can be seen through the haze. Late March means spring is just arriving in LA and the trees are just starting to bud. Unfortunately, the grass is still kind of dead and dry.

The barbecue and picnic area isn't too busy, though the park does have the usual assortment of joggers, dog walkers, and cyclists. There are some balloons tied to picnic tables, and strung between two trees is a very homemade "SUPER BBQ" banner, courtesy of Hulkling and Starbreaker. There's still glitter glue on Milly's apartment floor. There's another posterboard with the rules written on it in big bold sharpie letters nearby, just in case anyone forgets:

• Don't be a jerk!!!
• Keep your weapons holstered please.
• Do not trash the park!
• ABSOLUTELY NO FIGHTING
• Anyone caught fighting will be asked to leave!
• Really don't be a jerk!

[OKAY GUYS!!! mingle! have fun! maybe some THINGS WILL HAPPEN, whoooo knows!]

Comments

[starscheme]

He sees her coming, making a beeline for him despite his brilliant disguise change. Scrap.

Don't panic, don't panic.

"Can I help you with something, uh... young lady?" he says confusedly, eyes flitting about nervously for some means of escape or alerting backup if it becomes necessary.

[bombsheltered]

"Hey!! Don't pretend like you don't know who I am!"

Far from the girl who'd cried and begged Starscream not to take the data drive, Milly's confidence is bolstered by the crowd of superheroes around them. Like he could do anything here without raising a fuss. And she's got a whole lot of friends here. Ha! Let's see who makes who cry now.

"What are you doing here, anyway? Don't you know this is a party for heroes? As in, not for evil creeps like you?"

[starscheme]

The avatar drops the facade immediately, rolling its eyes in exasperation before responding waspishly. "In reverse order: 'Evil' is a pathetically black and white way of looking at things, YES, I do know that, and none of your business. This is a public space, is it not? I can be where ever I like." He crosses his arms, looking haughty.

[bombsheltered]

"Black, white, whatever," Milly snaps, rolling her eyes right back at him. "I'm pretty sure most people would agree you're evil, but everyone here would agree you're a creep. What I want to know is why you're here. I mean, it's not like you'd have any friends here, so..."