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[ OPEN ] IMPORT CHARITY BALL

WHO: Any imPorts
WHERE: Heropa
WHEN: backdated August 22nd
WHAT: A charity ball; wining, dining and dancing (optional: disasters)
WARNINGS: Nothing/Add if needed

IMPORT CHARITY BALL

[ The event is held in a re-modeled, warehouse. For those willing to dress up, dust off their best semi-formal attire, there are plenty of seats and plenty of room for hungry stomaches and thirsty participants. Imports, registered or not, are welcomed in. Civilians are also in attendance to poke and prod, politely one would hope, at any and all that are there.

Hank, of course, will be there to do a quick presentation on the building. He will go through the idea, the phases of construction, the benefits and why this is a good step in the right direction. The money raised here will go to the operational costs of the building and so on and so forth. Everyone will either stop listening to him or look up from their comms and be thankful he's done. Any questions and complaints, cheers or jeers, he'll be around to smooth things out. ]

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[ This is a fundraiser for a training facility so appropriately, there are two demonstration (around 10ft) areas of how training simulators. This will be demonstrating the hard light holograms. Those willing and brave enough to try will have the option of fighting a faceless opponent - simple punches and kicks, charges and attacks slowed to a speed that even a child could fight it. A maximum of two users are allowed in at once. There are (modified to be a range of one to five but max is ten) difficulty setting that are controlled by a voice. The environmental setting will default to a grid-like area.

There is a warning that gets spoken when users enter the area: this will be transmitted to the big screens that are overhead, your actions will be broadcasted. ]

Edited 2014-08-24 08:32 (UTC)

[ With the lights turned off, the bar will glow a purple and light blue neon colour. Alcohol is optional, there are other beverages available for those underage or simply avoiding alcohol. Pym's Anthill will feature in limited quantities. ]

[ If you aren't tired of the photographers and want to share a memory with your date. There are two classic photobooths on opposite sides of the room. Print outs are in full colour and proceeds will go to the building, of course. Please think of the children before you do anything lewd. ]

[ What it says on the tin. Discuss the building and if there's a need for it. Why talk about the various demonstrators in the cube. Talk about what in gods name are people doing inside the photobooths and why you ought to avoid the blue drinks that taste like anti-freeze. ]

[OPTION A:

Kay looks gorgeous. Her hair is braided and done up instead of being pulled back into her usual ponytail with the giant key. She is wearing this dress and these shoes.

You can catch her mingling with the crowd, or clutching a glass - don't worry, it's 100% fruit punch.

OPTION B:

Or you can catch her on the dance floor, putting her hands up in the air and boogieing like there's no tomorrow. Her steps are in time with the rhythm and she looks like she's enjoying it, judging from the exhilarated expression on her face and how she doesn't mince her moves.]

[Kay kicks off her shoes, and pats her hair to make sure it remains in place. She cracks her knuckles and lets out a caw; a crow flutters toward her and settles on her shoulder.]

I think it's time I put my training to the test! [Kay, no, you're in a DRESS. And you'll mess up your lovely updo. Pls.]

[Anita can be found where there is food, staring in awe at all the food laid out and piling her plate with a little bit of...well, everything she can get her hands on.

She sits well away from much of the crowd; approach?]

[OPTION A:

A sheet of paper is already in Anita's hand when she hurries over to the demonstration cubes. Already strapped to her legs are two trusty holsters full of paper.]

Bring it on. I'm not afraid of any dumb demonstration!

[OPTION B:

Or you can watch her on the screens facing her opponent alone. Anita ducks and dodges with ease, performing flips and kicks and occasionally letting loose a paper blade. She is determined, tough, strong. Nothing can faze her, and in fact - ]

Is that all you've got?!

[I
Winry is pleased to be at a party, and happy to talk to anyone. She's wearing this dress, with similar shoes, only in blue to match her dress. Her hair is swept up into a bun, but loose strands still frame her face. She may be contemplating the food, or have a (non-alcoholic) drink in hand.

II

Standing at the edge of the dance floor, she looks ready to step out there. Want to join her? Granted, her style of dancing might be better suited to waltzes, barn dances, or swing.]

(A)
[ Tony was here, mostly, for Hank Pym. Because he was running a Charity, and because he was an Avenger. He had his own things he should be doing, of course, but being visible and supportive was another thing to do, especially when you were running an up and coming business.

So he was here, and he was saying hi to people, and he'd even brought a date with him, which was probably less surprising than anything else. Sometimes, though they separated, or later on, he didn't seem to be with her at all, even though they'd arrived together.

He even asked a few women to dance. ]

(B - Locked to Karla Sofen)
[ He'd thought it would be a good night out, and why not take a good friend who he'd been seeing semi-regularly out with him? He occasionally let his hand fall to the small of her back, or pointed things out with a gentle nudge against her arm, before pointing at one thing or another.

Honestly, he was having a good time, dressed in a tux that he didn't own (regrettably) and after having driven a very fine (rental) car here. It was unfortunate that he couldn't take anything that was really his, but that would come with time, and he was still trying to be frugal, as poor of a situation as it was.

He mostly stuck to her side, as long as she was willing, a hand out for her back, or leading her to the dance floor, or offering her a drink, if she wanted it. ]

option a - ota

[ It's not exactly like he's in a position to give back to the community (philanthropy is for adults and people with full time jobs), but he is a formerly-if-not-currently rich kid and has done more than one magazine photoshoot highlighting the most influential people under the age of 18, so here he is, making an appearance. The suit is a rental, but it does look nice, complete with a tie that matches his blue eyes.

So Dick can be found mingling like he was born to do this (or adopted, but that's semantics), drinking something pink and non-alcoholic out of a champagne flute and flirting politely with just about anyone in his general age group. ]

option b - for kf

[ Wally's own disastrous taste in clothes aside, he looks kind of obnoxiously good in the outfit Dick finally stuffed him into. Which is a point of pride and frustration for Dick, but he's doing his very best to ignore that second thing. Anyway, he is having a good time. Having his best friend to talk to when the mingling and small talk gets boring is such a relief, and there's something ridiculously fun about pretending they're both here undercover when that's not the case at all (like he'd said: playing James Bond). It's a mission, and a social event, and an obligation third, which is a nice change of pace. ]

I gotta say, this is a lot less boring than the parties I usually go to. Which is maybe two thirds the company [ and here he shoots Wally his Tiger Beat grin ] and one third the fact that they have a fight club over there. [ He tips his glass in the direction of the demonstrations. ] Didn't see that one coming.

[ The bar reminds Shepard a hell of a lot of Purgatory, so that's what he heads for the minute he comes into the room. The suit he's rented for the occasion is already looking a bit rumpled and worn despite the fact that he's been here for maybe all of ten minutes. While it's not exactly N7-issue armor, or any of the dress blues he's ever worn (seriously, this was people's idea of formal wear in this era?) it's an improvement over his police uniform.

Plus, the fact that the bartender isn't trying to poison him or mix him something to burn a hole right through his stomach helps. At the moment, he's nursing a glass of whiskey, but he's also holding the drinks menu in one hand and giving it a critical once-over.

Hey, if you've got a biotic metabolism, you might as well take advantage of it, right? ]

[His hair is combed.

His hair is combed and people gave him dirty looks when he tried to take the entire platter of cocktail shrimp with him to his table.

And none of the jokes these people tell are funny and they keep talking about stocks and dividends and profit margins. DEAR GOD HE'S BORED. And while he can admit that he looks damn fine, these clothes are uncomfortable and these shoes would be impossible to run in. Gaaahh. He's just.

The only good thing about tonight is that he's hanging out with Dick and they've been pointing at various wealthy couples or dignitaries and making up their conversations.]

Think they're taking bets? They're totally taking bets.

option a
[ Dorian's been living off of ramen and the goodwill of others for the past few weeks. His suit explained why. This was the one good suit Dorian owned. It was a dark slate gray (the irony of which wasn't lost on him) and fitted pretty well actually, the results of Dorian browbeating the tailor to just get the damn suit finished before the ball. He looked like he belonged here. And, as he flitted between citizen and citizen, putting on a smile and occasionally getting somebody's number for later, Dorian acted like he belonged here as well.

In his mind, he was the life of the party--and, he looked like he was on cloud nine. After the flitting around, however, he migrates towards the punchbowl, to take a sip of something that's vaguely ginger ale flavored and watch, eyes following people around in a near predatory way. ]

option b
[ Of course Dorian knows how to dance. He was high society back in the day and continued to frequent places where dancing happened on a regular basis. And so, when he's not mingling, he's dancing, pulling some woman close to him as they move around the dance floor--and occasionally winking at some of the men, in a definite 'call me later' fashion.

Walking up to any import that looked between the ages of 'late teenager' and 'not having any gray hair', Dorian couldn't help but flash a charismatic grin. ]

Care for a dance?

Oh yeah. Those are definitely the faces of rich people making improbable wagers.

[ He swirls his drink in his glass and nudges Wally with his elbow, watching the crowd with the exact same focus that he gets when he's lip-reading. Which he totally isn't. Not even remotely. ]

The guy with the mustache is betting the top half of his skyscraper. And hairpiece guy is like, "Let's make it interesting. If you wager the whole skyscraper, I'll toss in two more private jets and my prize winning Afghan hound." I don't know if he's gonna go for it, though.

[Karla?? Tony Stark brought Karla freaking Sofen to the ball. A dance run by an Avenger. Had no one told him about Osborn's Avengers? How she was on that team? She's a snake who shouldn't be trusted as far as he can throw her.

However, this is a party, and it's probably not the best time to pick that fight. He's also aware that, being someone who is benefiting from being given a second chance, he's not the best person to pick the fight.

He'll just. Find some other of the corner of the room to be in.]

[ Troy's chosen one of the photobooths as his target for shenanigans, but he's starting small. In fact, he doesn't really have much of a plan. He's just wearing a badge (that he obviously made himself) that reads: "FREE PHOTO GAGS."

He's not completely sure what that means, himself, but he'll play it by hear if he gets any bites. Appropriately, he acts like the photo booth's attendant, nodding pleasantly and offering greetings to anybody who gets close enough. ]

open.

[ this was the first time in his life (or lives) that he paid attention to any semblance of mortal fashion (it was up there with cinema, theater, and Animal Crossing), and as flashy as he tended to be, he vouched for something a little more simple. a double breasted jacket and a high collar were all he needed to look just a bit pretentious. where he got it was anyone's guess, he was incredibly resourceful when it came down to the details, and quite a way of dancing around truths. there was enough texture in the jacket to contrast nicely to the slacks. (he had worn his boots beneath his pants, just in case, but that was a bit of a secret unless someone knew what they were looking for.) a part of him sorely hoped he made some other choice people look tacky.

he's here with a red-headed date, but occasionally he seems to wander off to the bar, or he's keeping an eye on the screens, or he's both greeting people and pointedly avoiding others.

the wonderful thing about these kind of events were two things. a) there was quite a lot of trouble to make and b) quite a lot of opportunity if you looked in the right place. ]

for lydia.

[ some things were a little more thrilling in little ways than others were—and magicking up a few business cards to look like fake IDs at a party thrown by someone who definitely knew that he wasn't technically of age was one of them. take that, Hank Pym. he could come up with a good argument about Asgardian customs, but why not just bypass it and head right into mixed drinks and home brewed ale? ]

He's certainly gone all-out. His little pet project may just pay off.

[ he shows up with a drink, looking just faintly satisfied as he hands it to her. the hand holding the IDs flicks them and they fade in a dim green glow back to a couple of no-name business cards, he tucks them away in his pocket for safe keeping. ]

And a good opportunity for you.

[Skye sees the date you came with, Loki. Across the dance floor, she frysquints at him. If anyone knows what she's doing, it's Lydia, but at the same time...

Well. Better safe than sorry. She makes her way over to where Loki is.]

Hey.

[ he just offers her a friendly wave, lowering his hand as she makes her way over. he's tapping a finger on his glass and considering her, looking just slightly over her shoulder to see if she came with anyone. ]

Good evening, Hank certainly didn't cut corners, did he? He seems to have his heart set on it. Unsurprising.

[Skye came without a date, because who needs guys, right? Not because the particular dude she wanted to ask to come with her wasn't available, or anything.

She actually looks pretty nice, though. It's not every day Skye dresses up, after all. But she's dressed in a simple and classy white pencil dress. She seems to be having a good time, socialising everywhere and dancing with everyone she can.]

[She did not, in fact, come with anyone. She looks to have been having a good time so far, dancing with everyone in sight.]

Yeah, it's great. You clean up pretty nice, too.

[ Semi-formal is the best part of this entire affair, as far as she's concerned. Finding a dress had been a hasty process, but she still managed to find an exciting, fluffy, turquoise number with all the subtlety one can expect from peacock feathers. While Lydia may not be grinning, she’s certainly glowing when he comes back with her drink, but that glow is attached to a smirk. Reaching a hand out, she takes the glass from him and drains a sip while he pockets the ex-IDs.

Her eyes light up slightly at the mention of this being an opportunity, because he’s certainly not wrong. Stiles had backed up everything Loki claimed about Hank Pym, and then some; it hasn’t escaped her that she should nose around and meet the right people. The fact that it occurred to Loki as well still manages to surprise her, but her favorite thing about him is that he consistently manages to do precisely that. ]

And here I thought you just didn’t want to look like a loser by showing up alone. [ There’s a compliment in there somewhere. It’s thoughtful. She’s grown fond of thoughtful as a character trait, and gradually come to acknowledge that it is (potentially) more important than broad shoulders. (Key word potentially.) ] Good to know you’re thinking of me.

If you were glaring any harder, you'd be setting us on fire.

[ Normally, she'd open with something friendly—affectionate, complimentary. Probably about the dress that Skye, as it turned out, did own. But then, normally, Lydia wouldn't have felt Skye's eyes from across the room when she rolled in with Loki. ]

What's wrong?

In light of our recent conversation, I kind of feel obliged to say it, so I'm just gonna go ahead and say it.

Loki? Really?

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