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New Orleans was a beautiful city. It was a rough few weeks, moving across the country and then getting setup in a new school. A new school in a new neighborhood, surrounding by new people, with a new expectation on her shoulders. But Marlena was doing fine, all things considered. Her new classes weren’t anything particularly intense, since she opted for the less combative beginner heroics. Nothing crazy.

When she got settled, she started picking up on the goings-on around the school. The legendary, incredible, absolutely [i]overpriced[/i] Contest of Champions would be happening in days. Though she wasn’t one for being a hero herself, Marlena had gone with the rest of the plane-goers to watch in-person. She hadn’t told her dad but she wasn’t really answering his calls at the moment. Not yet, anyway. The Contest was a fun event, it really took her mind off a lot of things. When Excelsior [i]somehow[/i] squared away a win from the jaws of defeat, her head was spinning from the noise.

Then she hit the pavement, board in hand, and went on an adventure through the French Quarter. Every city had its different scenes, the streets were always different from the suburbs, the back-alleys were always different from the fancier communities. Back home in New York, she made a habit of keeping her powers a secret. It was different here, she could cruise with her powers pushing her along without a care in the world. There wasn’t any need to keep quiet, especially after she’d been sent to California.

She got some pictures for her camera roll, and by the time the arena was fully empty, she was hungry. So Marlena rolled across the French Quarter for a while, looking up some of the highest rated spots. The one that caught her eye was the Court of Two Sister. The menu made her stomach cast a rather impactful vote, so that was her destination. And, as it turned out, there was a private party being held for students from Excelsior’s team. 

The food smelled incredible.

But when they led her out into the very pretty, very aesthetically pleasing private dining area… It looked like hell broke loose. Cutlery and dinnerware of all shapes and sizes went flying, a [i]very[/i] hot girl looked ready to stab some poor bastard, the adults didn’t seem to care that much.

She whistled lowly, walking out the door past Max and Magneto with a board resting under her arm. Well out of the way of the post-game shenanigans, in case something went flying her way. And she cracked a joke. 

[color=b940da]”Somebody give the place a bad review?”[/color]