Being a superhero is amazing...

[It's been some time in coming. And though they had planned on a New Year's opening, it takes more work than otherwise imagined to build a night club from scratch. It also probably doesn't help when one of the partners decides to move a handful of days before the projected opening night. Things become a lot more chaotic and, well, plans get put aside.

...whoops?

But finally, nearly two weeks after the proposed opening day, things are just about ready to go. There isn't any mistletoe hi-jinks to get in the way. Only a sick friend who, hopefully, will get better before their grand opening next week. Proper advertisement is as important as a well-managed business and it's clear from the way the two girls stand that it was probably Kate's idea to do this all along.

They stand in the entrance of the club, the journal carefully propped to capture them both in frame, as well as parts of the floor and stage of the nightclub. Kate grins at the camera, completely at ease with the advertisement she suggested they film. Wanda stands with one hip jutted out to the side, her hand resting there, the other hanging easily at her side. It is a more confident posture than she's typically seen with, short of those who have seen her in her "Scarlet Witch" persona.]

Hi. Are you bored? Lonely? Cold? Or just looking to get up and move? [It is highly probably this little speach was rehersed multiple times, given the way Wanda speaks them. She smiles, happily enough, though.] Come join us at HQ, then. We're starting the party this Friday at our Grand opening.

[Kate nudges her friend, doing her best to subtly flash Wanda a thumbs up. Then, it's her turn to grin at the camera, utterly at ease and completely winging her share of the speech.]

Drinks are on the house. Don't get caught out in the cold, Luceti. Come to HQ, where the music's always hot. And for you new comers to town? We're still hiring! Interested in working in the hottest club in town? [Never mind that it's Luceti's only club.] Come on by and give us a try.


[ooc: Two character, two muns! If you'd like either one or both of them, please specify. If you don't care, we'll just tag as we please. Kate's in purple and Wanda's in red. Information on the club can be found here!!!]

( House of M aftermath retrospect )

[Action]

Most of her day's been spent doing the normal activities. Taking Lucky for a walk, dragging him around with her as she staples advertisements for nightclub positions on trees all around town. She's already recruited Elrich to build the place - a decent sized building right near a couple of the stores. And when Billy's better, she'll recruit him to help do the interior design rather than dare let him slip into a depressed slump. She's had enough of that already from him back home, thanks all the same.

But there are other jobs - permanent jobs - that'll be needed in order to have things run smoothly.

Around lunch, she'll stop at the coffee shop (still with Lucky in tow) for a break. She stretches out on one of the booths by the window, people watching rather than reading the book on the table in front of her. That evening, Kate can be found at the Battledome, testing out some of the bows Clint left behind.

[Video]

It's not until night that she opens the journal again. Sitting on her bed, dressed in a white tanktop and purple pajama buttons, she absently scratches the mutt's head. The feed is set to video and she forces a grin on her face.]

Bored? Looking for a little bit of gainful employment? Then I've got the job for you. [Grin, grin, grin. She's absolutely trustworthy, Luceti. Not to mention determined and stubborn.] For all those of you I haven't had a chance to meet, my name's Kate Bishop. I hail from one of the many Earths represented here. The same one as Billy Kaplan and Teddy Altman, in case you've met them.

[Because it's always good to have people who can vouch for you. She lifts her hand from Lucky to wave it in dismissal, earning a mildly irked look from the dog.]

But that's all beside the point. I mentioned jobs, didn't I? With all the crazy space opera drama going on lately, if there's anything this place needs, it's a little bit of fun. Yeah, we have a bar. But what good is a bar if you can't dance? Since Cloud Nine's fallen into disrepair, Wanda Maximoff and I have taken it upon ourselves to offer you - the lucky citizens of Luceti - a brand new, even better option. Cloud Nine 2.0. Or something. We're still working out the kinks in the name.

So, this is where you come in, Luceti. There's only so much Wanda and I can do on our own. And though we've got some great people helping us now, we're going to need permanent staffers. I'm talking DJs, soundguys, bartenders, waiters and waitresses. Hell, even a bouncer or two if things get rowdy. Think of the perks. Free alcohol, a chance to give back to your community in the most entertaining way possible. A break from the ennui that doesn't involve war and death.

Interested? Contact either myself or Wanda for more details. There are signs posted all around town in case you need the reminder.

[She places two fingers to her forehead and gives a quick salute. Lucky glances up at her and then at the journal, before resting his head back on his front paws, disgruntled by the lack of attention.]

See you there. Hawkeye, out.