Post by John Kilroy on Feb 12, 2024 1:46:40 GMT -7
A/N: Like with the KFC Christmas Bash, there is to be NO VIOLENCE this is about a bunch of superheroes enjoying a nice uninterrupted viewing of the Superbowl while having a party with their family and friends.
Sunday, Feb 11. Also known as Superbowl Sunday. Carol was ready. She liked football, and she liked having an excuse to throw a party. Carol herself however would look practically unrecognizable.
After her big blow at the Avengers Mansion during the Christmas Party, the Shadow King did his work taking advantage of his new host...at least as much advantage as the Phoniex would allow him. The most obvious of these changes was the fact that she had blown up like a balloon. Karma could testify how the Shadow King would his excessive appetites once he bounded to a host, and Carol would be no exception to thi but on top of the obvious, the Shadow King's appetites and influence manifested in other ways. Gone was the casual clothing, replaced with opulent dresses, jewelry and makeup fit for a duchess.
Rather than living in some modest apartment like Carol normally would have. Carol had decided to use her wealth to buy a piece of Scrub Land in McKinney Texas and turned it into a luxurious farm and ranch with a nice, gated mansion which was surprisingly welcomed by many within the new community. It was ironic really. When the dam broke in Mckinny Texas the resulting flood and all but destroyed the city. In the 3-4 years between The Civil War and the secret invasion nature had reclaimed most of it, which ironically meant ample opportunity for rebuilding for those that stayed. Many people did not realize that Carol's wealth actually rivaled Tony's the biggest difference between the two was Carol's wealth was mostly tied to...intergalactic assets, spaceships and the like, and aside from the massive charity donations here and there she really didn't do all that much with it. Shadow King wanted to change that not only did he encourage her to live a lifestyle a bit more befitting of someone with her hidden wealth, but he also had plans for helping her grow that wealth, after all more wealth meant more opportunity for humanitarian efforts, so it was a win-win for both Carol and the Shadow King.
And her accent changed yet even more than it had after being absorbed by Rogue. Not only did she sound southern, she sounded VERY southern, posh too. Add it all together and she looked like and somewhat acted like the sort of southern belle that Rogue at one time would have dreamed up. Emma Frost would probably find likeminded company with this new Carol That wasn't to say she couldn't or wouldn't get rough. in fact, when the time came to be in costume, she could and would be an absolute beast.
Carol began to check things off. The Shadow King standing on the otherside of the room via an astral projection confirmed the accuracy.
"Wings?"
"Check."
"Drinks?"
"Check."
120 ft wide IMAX screen with Twin surround sound? If you're going to watch something, do it right."
"Check."
"Taco Bell?"
The Shadow King rolled his eyes. "Toco Bell? Must we taint ourselves with such cheap imitation of Mexican cuisine?"
"Oh Ah'm sorry didn't realize you were such a picky eater given how you turned me from a size 8 to a size 28 in the span of three months!" Carol teased.
"I am a being of great appitites, but there is food even I can't stomach. Taco Bell is one of them why were you so insistent on it?"
Carol shrugged. "In America Toco Belle is as synonymous with football as KFC is synonymous to Christmas in Japan!"
"All that tells me is that you Americans lack propper taste buds."
Ok, Carol had to snicker at that. but her mind drifted to something.
"Not that Ah'm complaining cause I certainly Ain't but...how come you've not been trying to overtake my mind and possess me and try to use my body to take over the world or whatever. Ain't that kind of your thing?
"believe me, every night that you sleep I can't help but think about your wasted potential and all the things we could do with your power and resources if I do somthing "Evil" I know your superfriends will come after us, one of which includes the Phoenix. They would find a way to cast me out of your body or worse destroy me and I would spend the next 10,000 years trying to regenerate, and I'd rather not. Besides, my profession gets old after a while. The cycle of rising up to the top of the criminal foodchain only to be stopped by a bunch of do-gooders in spandex gets dull after a while. Perhaps being on the other side will prove to be a nice change for a while.
Carol grinned. "Aw is someone bored and wants to know if the grass is greener on the "Good Pasture?"
"More that I don't wish to envoke the wrath of my sister so I find benifit where I can get it."
Carol raised an eybrow. "Your sister?"
"That is a story I have no intrest in sharing for now."
Just as carol was about to open her mouth and ask a question the first guest came in.
Sunday, Feb 11. Also known as Superbowl Sunday. Carol was ready. She liked football, and she liked having an excuse to throw a party. Carol herself however would look practically unrecognizable.
And her accent changed yet even more than it had after being absorbed by Rogue. Not only did she sound southern, she sounded VERY southern, posh too. Add it all together and she looked like and somewhat acted like the sort of southern belle that Rogue at one time would have dreamed up. Emma Frost would probably find likeminded company with this new Carol That wasn't to say she couldn't or wouldn't get rough. in fact, when the time came to be in costume, she could and would be an absolute beast.
Carol began to check things off. The Shadow King standing on the otherside of the room via an astral projection confirmed the accuracy.
"Wings?"
"Check."
"Drinks?"
"Check."
120 ft wide IMAX screen with Twin surround sound? If you're going to watch something, do it right."
"Check."
"Taco Bell?"
The Shadow King rolled his eyes. "Toco Bell? Must we taint ourselves with such cheap imitation of Mexican cuisine?"
"Oh Ah'm sorry didn't realize you were such a picky eater given how you turned me from a size 8 to a size 28 in the span of three months!" Carol teased.
"I am a being of great appitites, but there is food even I can't stomach. Taco Bell is one of them why were you so insistent on it?"
Carol shrugged. "In America Toco Belle is as synonymous with football as KFC is synonymous to Christmas in Japan!"
"All that tells me is that you Americans lack propper taste buds."
Ok, Carol had to snicker at that. but her mind drifted to something.
"Not that Ah'm complaining cause I certainly Ain't but...how come you've not been trying to overtake my mind and possess me and try to use my body to take over the world or whatever. Ain't that kind of your thing?
"believe me, every night that you sleep I can't help but think about your wasted potential and all the things we could do with your power and resources if I do somthing "Evil" I know your superfriends will come after us, one of which includes the Phoenix. They would find a way to cast me out of your body or worse destroy me and I would spend the next 10,000 years trying to regenerate, and I'd rather not. Besides, my profession gets old after a while. The cycle of rising up to the top of the criminal foodchain only to be stopped by a bunch of do-gooders in spandex gets dull after a while. Perhaps being on the other side will prove to be a nice change for a while.
Carol grinned. "Aw is someone bored and wants to know if the grass is greener on the "Good Pasture?"
"More that I don't wish to envoke the wrath of my sister so I find benifit where I can get it."
Carol raised an eybrow. "Your sister?"
"That is a story I have no intrest in sharing for now."
Just as carol was about to open her mouth and ask a question the first guest came in.
