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Every hero movie needs a party

WHO: Anyone and everyone
WHERE: Some Ballroom
WHAT: PARTAY! AKA the Fundraiser Padme is throwing to raise money for Tony's philanthropic oopsie
WHEN: mid-April
WARNINGS: Nothing in general. Potential for villain violence.

((ooc: This is a general mingle post. Go forth and do whatever you want! I've set the scene for the party but what you do in it is up to you! Want to party and schmooze with some rich folks? Go for it! Want to be a bad guy and try to steal shit from under said rich people's noses? Fabulous! Want to be a hero and stop said bad guys. Awesome! Want to brood and sulk like the dark angsty DC character you've always wanted to be? You do you, boo. Go forth and have fun!))

Maybe you're well to do in the city. Maybe you just know a guy who knows a guy. Or maybe you just have the right connections and heard it through the grapevine. One way or another, you've heard about the party of the month. Padme Naberrie Amidala, on behalf of the Stark Industries Board of Directors, has planned the finest fundraising event of her career to help pay for the new wing on the children's hospital... And maybe some starving children Tony wants to save.

Arrival

The entrance sets the stage for the whole event. Lit posts leading up to a wide circular doorway. The red carpet from the sidewalk is lined with paparazzi looking to snap some primo pictures of the attendees. Pose for the cameras, mingle, or just grab a drink from one of the waitstaff as you head inside.

Dinner is Served

The tables are set with fine place settings and beautiful center pieces. Most of the room is decked out in black and white, so as to not draw attention to the lovely colored gowns worn by many of the attendees. The gourmet meal has several options to satisfy everyone. The deserts are even more elaborate. Grab a bite and socialize. Or steal a seat or a plate when no one's looking. I'm not the boss of you.

Time to Socialize

There might not be a formal dance floor but the string quintet is playing some lovely music while the guests mingle. Now's the time to grab a glass of champagne or something from the bar. Snag some fancy looking hors d'oeuvres from a wandering server and spend time with your fellow citizens of this fine city.

Auction!

It is a fundraiser, after all. Aside from the cost to get in (unless you're a filthy freeloader who snuck in the back door), there is also a silent auction set up for attendees. But there are no gift baskets or wreathes in this auction. Nay, my friends. There is a reason there are guards at the door. This auction includes such things as Rolex watches, diamond necklaces, ski trips to the Andes and other fancy rich people things.

But the cherry on top is Tony Stark's contribution. A car that mysterious billionaire Din Djarin is rumored to have his eye on. The car has somehow been brought into the event and is on display for anyone to admire. But remember, that car did belong to Tony Stark, so none of you villains even think about trying to steal it!

The Bar

Every formal event has to have a bar for people tired of champagne or those who just want to be antisocial and run away for a while. Does this really need any more description than that?

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Of course Jon had to attend this party. The invitation had been on his desk for a good while and the Head of the Magnus Institute tends to be expected for these events.

What happened roughly a week ago? Come on. That's last week's news. And most affected areas have reverted back after that little... Mishap. Not that Jon himself has any remorse regarding his actions. These things happen in the line of paranormal studies and research. And that the Institute apparently remains transformed into some sort of apocalyptic tower... Well. That also is a thing that happens. The creatures circling the top of the tower and lurking around its base and occasionally follow people around may take some getting used to, as will the fact that every camera in and around the Institute remains being made out of eyeballs, but it's fine. Everything is fine...

Jonathan Sims arrives at the party in one of his well-tailored white suits, wearing a pair of expensive sunglasses in place of his regular glasses to hide those still faintly glowing eyes along with a bruise. The paparazzi are eager to snatch their share of pictures of him and the mothcats accompanying him while Jon ignores any questions and heads on inside.

The mothcats are quick to spread around and find their own places while serving as additional eyes for Jon. One settles down on that expensive car put on display as if it belongs there.

With his felines off and about, Jon finds himself a place to sit with a glass of champagne in hand and letting his own eyes roam through the room while muttering to no one in particular. "Right... Raising money for children again, are we."

Padme appears behind him, looking quite unimpressed. Any of her own bruises from recent events are tastefully hidden under her dress and with makeup. She's not about to make a scene, especially while unarmored.

"Yes, we are. If you insist on bringing your pets, I'm afraid I must insist on you keeping them under control."

"They are under control." Jon replies, not bothering to hide that annoyance from his tone. "Where I go, they go. You should be aware of that by now, Miss Amidala. My cats are better behaved than some of your guests."

He doesn't elaborate on which guests he is referring to, but they are most likely to be getting drunk over at the bar.

She smiles as a generous donor walks by, giving them a nod of greeting. Once they've passed, she turns that smile to Jon. "In that case, Mr. Sims, it shouldn't be too much to ask to keep them from the auction area."

She doesn't like him and she doesn't trust him or his pets, but she'll be damned if she's going to let them ruin the evening.

"What do you dislike about them?" He decides to ask, refraining from answering or denying her request. Though as he speaks one of the mothcats in question comes fluttering down from where it had been wandering along the ceiling and lands on his shoulder to easily slide into his arm and get comfortable there, turning its deep green eyes up towards Amidala.

She doesn't react to the mothcat as it flies by her. He can be as theatrical as he wants.

"My only problem is them sitting on the vehicle I'm trying to auction and potentially deterring guests."

“If it’s merely the car you’re worried about, I can buy that one right off your hand. Just name your price.” Jon offers while running the fingers of one hand through the feline’s fur.

The interaction has drawn the attention of additional mothcats, and three more of the creatures come fluttering over and down, one rubbing quite bodily past Padmé’s legs, another hovering next to her, sniffing curiously.

"This isn't a dealership, Mr. Simms, this is an auction. If you'd like to place a bid on the car you're certainly welcome to. In the meantime, please remove your pet from its hood."

She ignores the mothcats completely, although the one that brushes her legs gets a static shock. If the one sniffing nearby touches her leg it will get the same.

The mothcat that got shocked shakes itself and its wings in response before trotting back over to hop up on the car's roof and loaf there confidently. The second feline keeps circling Padme a few more times before landing on the backrest of a nearby chair, eyes remaining glued on her.

Jon for his part scowls disapprovingly, a clear edge lining his words as he stands from his seat. "I won't. And if you hurt one of them again, I will send something much worse after your children."

"You're going to hold a little static shock against me?" She smiles at someone as they walk past. Deciding to pick her battles to avoid a scene, she turns that smile back to Jon. "Fine. But if they damage anything, I will hold you responsible."

Stepping closer, she lowers her tone, her eyes darkening. "And if you threaten my children again, I will remove you from the premises... through the highest window in the building. Are we clear?"

By the time Padme decides to utter her little warning, Jon's attention has already shifted away from her and towards the mothcat that has settled down on top of the car, flicking one of its ears.

The woman's words barely register with him and he turns away halfway through her threat with a dismissive motion of his hand that sends the mothcat in his arms crawling up his shoulder where it perches to glare at Padme while Jon walks over to the car and extends his hand to the winged feline Padme has shocked just moments ago. The invitation is eagerly accepted and Jon has his arms full again with a mothcat wanting to be fussed at.

Of course Tony saw one of the cats first. It came sauntering straight through the bar like it thought it had any business being there, nose up and leaving Tony feeling suddenly self-conscious and reconsidering how he typically strolled into a room like he belonged there and might have draped himself in the very same chair that the mothcat did just then when he had arrived, too. Tony watched it with a frown for another moment while the few other guests lingering in the lounge either quickly decided to veer clear of it, or started to coo with delight at its unexpected appearance. This wasn't the kind of party where one could typically rely on the pet for a reprieve from the conversation.

A quick scan of the room didn't immediately reveal Sims, though he couldn't be far, and now that he was looking, Tony spotted several more of the animals up in their usual roosts around the ceiling, hanging unsettlingly upside down or winding their curious way around rafters. There was definitely going to be complaints, and Tony did not want to be around for those conversations. Padme was going to deserve a bouquet or ten. Being seen near one was not going to make for plausible deniability later on, so Tony made the quick decision to sweep over to the preening cat and quickly gather it and...well, it had to go somewhere. "Which one are you? Dauphin? Pope?," he muttered as he made his way stiffly away from the crowd, the mothcat wrapped against his shoulder and standing out much more against his black jacket than Tony had properly planned for. "Where's your dad, hm? You know, you can tell him that this is kind of pathological, he's allowed to go places without making you all come with him. I'm sure you had plenty napping and glaring to do at home."

It's the mothcat's approach Jon notices rather than that of Stark, being occupied with the stupidly fancy car still by the time he is found. He has one hand in one of his pockets, the other is holding the same glass of champagne he has picked up at the very beginning, by now in all likelihood warm and stale. Which is fine by him, he hasn't been planning to drink it. But it's an excuse not to be handed any further glasses.

The brow he raises in Stark's direction isn't, however.

"So he found you. What did he do to deserve the personal transport?" Which undoubtedly the feline enjoys plenty, snuggling close into the man's hold and purring contently. "I believe Countess ventured out to find you as well."

That was the wrong question, because the animal hadn't deserved anything as far as Tony was concerned, he was just being delivered to a not-in-public space as rapidly as Tony could manage as he scanned the party for more of them to collect. So Tony was left to consider how to best explain why the mothcat seemed so pleased about it, at something of a loss, and was almost glad to be left asking, "What, why?," instead. Tony should have been the last person here that Sims would actually want to see, so the animals deliberately hunting him was unnerving on several fronts. He could have just come to find Tony on his own, that would have been...nice. Normal. A perfectly reasonable choice to make at a gala with Tony's name on it, and if Tony was admiring Jon's suit it was because he undoubtedly stood out in a sea of black tuxedos.

"I tend to advice not to question the choices made by felines." Jon shrugs. "They are smarter than people give them credit for - And they have their reasons." The mothcat leaning against Stark's shoulder makes a happy little noise of approval, stretching one of its paws up and away.

Jon proceeds to tip his head a little and raise a single brow over the rim of his sunglasses. "Maybe she is missing your... Bodyguard. I, for one, have not seen the Iron Man around so far. You haven't possibly given him the evening off to enjoy himself." Of course he knows the true answer already. And yet Jon remains curious as of what sort of lie Stark has for him.

Much less cat experienced than certainly Sims, but just about anyone who had ever actually let a cat into their house, this advice sounded mildly threatening to Tony, and the small shift of the animal on his shoulder was not as obviously a pleased one and had Tony carefully manoeuvring to adjust his hold on the mothcat like he thought it might have been uncomfortable. Nevertheless, he left the cat to manage its weight in one of Tony's arms as Tony spotted another one lurking close to the base of the car's display, swooping down to collect that one as well with somewhat less success as he tried to balance it against his stomach, leaving one of its back feet drooping

"He's always close," Tony replied, with his own brow arched in caution for the line of questioning, assuming Sims was probing for his vulnerabilities. This would make for a spectacularly poor venue for a fight if that was what he was hoping for, with Iron Man only one of many watchful eyes on the dancefloor. "Maybe she found him. You'll have to ask her all about it in the..." he suggested, gesturing vaguely to the nearest door leading away from the public space where he intended to round up the mothcats, but unsure where it actually led. He was already on his way to find out with his two awkwardly contained charges, though.

That additional mothcat Stark decides to pick up is less thrilled by his action and reacts with an angry yowl and a set of claws being embedded into the pesky human's torso and leg before the animal starts putting up a hissing struggle complete with clawed kicks and angrily flapping wings.

Jon... Watches. Unimpressed but with a scowl forming on his forehead. "Close, right. But it appears not even he knows how to properly handle the Princess."

By that time the mothcat that has been very relaxed and comfortable on Stark's arm got agitated as well by its sibling's fit, digging jumpy claws into the man's shoulder and wriggling to get off the man and into the safety of the air instead, feathery tail swishing into his face in irritation.

In retrospect, it was entirely possible that Tony deserved that reaction from the mothcats and that leaving them alone would have produced less of a disturbance than the noises they were making and Tony's complaining, "Ow! Okay! Shit!," until they all managed to disentangle from each other and the animals were fluttering away, harassed and on edge. Tony was left slightly battered and dusted with fur and feathers for his efforts, and not one of the mothcats secured out of sight, only staring back at Sims with a similar unimpressed frown. The excitement, he thought, made Jon's statement slightly difficult to parse, not sure if he was reading the implication correctly or the lingering anxiety of that profound vulnerability was still nagging at him at the sight of the Archivist once more. It left him uncharitably unsympathetic as he pointed out, "Someone knows how to handle you," with a small indication with his chin toward the shiner that Sims was only drawing attention to with those glasses.

"Hrm. It's not a skill your Iron Man possesses, either." Jon remarks and steps close enough to Stark to pick one of the longer feathers clinging to the man off of him. But that is as much assistance as Stark can expect at this point. Not that Jon has had any intentions of actually helping Stark clean himself up, but it's yet again an excuse. An excuse to move close enough to the man to drop a little piece of information just between them. "I know what you are hiding, Stark. I have seen you." And in retrospect, he should have noticed it way sooner.

Tony rolled his eyes irritably, basically in agreement that he should have taken his chance to get a good shot in on Sims but more interested in finding out who did land that punch than navigating that argument, only to visibly hold his breath and go tensely still as Sims stepped into his space. His arm jerked, bicep flexed and fist not quite closed like he was considering getting that punch in anyway as Sims had the audacity to reach for him, relaxing only fractionally as the threatening hand drew away again with the feather. It left him keyed up to know exactly what Jon's threat meant in a spike of frozen panic, he had been seen, but Sims only got to enjoy that for a moment while Tony's icy calculation mapped his face. Logically, there were a myriad of secrets that Tony was hiding, and that didn't mean Jon knew a single one of them as long as this little shakedown wasn't allowed to play out in his favour and Tony let himself panic.

With his hovering hand poised for violence, Tony finally unfroze to grab Sims by the elbow to quickly start him turning before pointing back toward the door Tony had already been heading for as Tony demanded, "Move." This should have occurred to him sooner, anyway. Mothcats weren't really the problem. Remove Jon, all the animals would follow.

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take two, everything's fine, nothing happened

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