revivalproject | 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?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"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.

Every hero movie needs a party

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