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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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Feeling very much out of his element, Cal's ducked out to escape the crowds, reset himself, in a way. He's not sure how people can do this all the time. It's overwhelming, a completely different world that he feels he's only playing at, almost certain that whenever someone looks at him too closely they can tell his suit's not a designer brand but it's the best one he's got.

He hadn't expected to find her out here. He'd caught glimpses of her inside, but she'd obviously been busy, and he'd been doing his own observations, trying to prove the press pass he'd been given wouldn't be a waste.

"Merrin, hey."

Merrin has never felt fully comfortable at big, crowded parties like this one, so she's definitely feeling a little overwhelmed too. Her viewpoint is a little different, though—to her, almost everyone inside feels fake, smiling and laughing and putting on a show in their expensive gowns and suits and jewelry. Cal is definitely not the imposter here, in her opinion.

She's a little startled by the interruption, but her surprise quickly melts into a relaxed smile. Between the classes they share, their internships at the paper, and all the times they've hung out, she sees him literally all the time... so why is she still so happy to see him now? "Cal."

Her gaze sweeps over him, not particularly subtly, because this has to be the first time she's ever seen him dressed in a suit. "You look nice," she says matter-of-factly.

Cal opens his mouth, closes it. He laughs, sweeping a hand through his hair in that usual absent way of his.

"Beat me to it. Personally, I think you put more effort into it," he says, smiling back. He glances back towards the doors, gesturing vaguely. "Is this your first time going to one of these things?"

His reaction—and the follow up compliment—does a funny little thing to her heart, and she absently smooths her hands down the front of her dress. Not because there was anything to smooth out, really, but because she suddenly, desperately needed something to do with her hands.

"No, but it's my first time having to work," she replies, moving to stand a little closer to him. Since this is the back of the venue... well, it's not like this is a dank, dark alley, since this neighborhood is too nice for that, but it's still basically an empty street. There's not much going on back here. She was kind of hoping there would be some place to sit down for a bit, but... "This is your first time?"

Funny how nice and fancy it all is out front but back here they must have figured 'who's going to look?' Just another reminder of how much of a show everything within is.

"Yeah, it is. Half of the time I think I've been just trying to keep out of people's way," he says, supposing he shouldn't be surprised Merrin's been to something like this before. Surely her father must have let her tag along to some events for curiosity's sake. "We're probably going to have a lot of pictures to go through after all this," he laughs.

She has tagged along before—plus, sometimes the paper itself hosts or participates in fancy events like these, and so she was always Cobb's plus one. In spite of the fact that he's her adoptive father, he's always treated her like she was his own—like she was his whole world.

"I took a lot of pictures too. It will give us something to do on Monday," she returns, the corners of her eyes crinkling. As exciting as reporting could get at times, most of the day-to-day work was pretty boring, really. But she could think of much worse things to do on a Monday than sort through pictures with Cal.

She wraps her arms around herself, a little chilled. It's a nice night out, but it's still a little bit brisk—which she hadn't really considered at all when she came out here, her jacket still with the coat check near the front.

"Oh, definitely. Way more preferable to scanning and shredding old documents," he smirks. The office will certainly appreciate the break from the shredder, even though it runs considerably smoother since he'd cleaned it out and greased its gears.

It's cool out and really, Cal enjoys the fresh air compared to being inside. Even with the air-conditioning you can never really avoid the added warmth of hundreds of bodies within an enclosed space. But Merrin's movement doesn't go unnoticed, and after glancing at her, Cal quietly slips is dark blazer off, holding it out in offering.

"My father might be starting to resent you for that." Her tone is deadpan, the only indication that she might be teasing in the way she raises her eyebrows. The noise from the shredder is annoying to pretty much everyone in the office, but it's absolutely ear-splitting to Cobb, with his heightened sense of hearing.

She stops a little short when he holds out his jacket, struck momentarily speechless by the gesture. After a moment, she wordlessly takes it from him and wraps herself in it like a robe—the fabric is still warm from his body heat, and it's much too big for her, and she's not really sure what to do with any of that information. Finally, she murmurs, "Thank you, Cal."

It's because Cal knows there's some truth to that that he has to laugh. "Oh, he's...hinted at that," he says, going along with it. "That's probably the main reason he invited me to join him in trying to get an interview with Mister Stark the other day." Which had been a bust, but still informative as an outing.

He gives her a shy smile and a faint shrug to match, tucking his hands into his pockets as he glances out along the street. "Seems like it'll be more useful to you than me at the moment."

It is very useful to her at the moment, thank you, and she wraps the fabric a little more tightly around herself, warmer now. With his gaze turned away, Merrin takes the moment to study his face, and it makes her regret saying nice earlier when she really meant handsome.

Her voice has softened a little when she asks, "Trying to? You were not successful?" That's not something that happens often with Cobb. He's pretty persistent... and so is Cal, for that matter.

Cal chuckles. "Yeah, no, not really. It was sort of spur of the moment. He thought he'd be able to get us in, said he knew Stark pretty well. Of course the secretary at the reception desk felt otherwise. She told us Mister Stark was already in a meeting and was pretty busy, and she did not seem like she would be budging from that position." He shrugs again.

"So we figured it was probably better not to press our luck before we got kicked out," he grins.

For whatever reason, it makes her smile to picture Cobb and Cal on their little adventure together, even if it was fruitless. The smile tugs at the corners of the mouth, fond.

"I had wondered where you'd gone." You as in the both of them, of course. Not just Cal. And not like she'd been paying that much attention to his comings and goings or anything. She'd just... happened to notice. "Of course, because the shredder had stopped," she adds quickly—maybe a little too quickly—and completely unnecessarily.

Time to backtrack, and fast. "She would have kicked you out. The secretaries at Stark do not mess around." It's a statement of fact, really. She's heard stories from her father.

It hadn't been a bad outing. Although as Cal recalled some of the inquiries Cobb had made of him during the time, he felt his face flush a bit. He turns to walk in a small circle, bringing up his hand to sweep through his bangs again, whatever product he'd slathered into it before the party already partially gone from the consistent gesture and the stretch of the evening.

Merrin's words draw his eyes back to her as he turns his head, and he can't help but grin then. As she hurries on he chuckles, nodding as he can't help but agree on that. Cobb's charms weren't going to make that secretary change her mind.

"I wonder if Cobb got to talk to him here. Mister Stark, that is. Seems like everyone who's anyone is here."

Oh, no. Did he catch on? His reaction is certainly unexpected, and a little awkward in a way that's only making her feel more awkward too. Unconsciously, her gaze follows the sweep of his hand through his hair. It's... distracting, especially since a few strands fall out of place when he's done, and her fingers itch to fix it. Instead, she clenches her hands in the fabric of his jacket.

"I—yes." She presses her lips together, trying very hard to untangle her thoughts and push her awkwardness aside. It's Cal, and he's her friend. "So I have noticed. Maybe this is the chance for all of us to get interviews," she adds, her tone light.

Cal eases himself back around by Merrin again, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Maybe," he agrees, smiling lightly. "Is...that a thing to do at these events? I guess a few questions and general thoughts on the whole thing are acceptable, at least." He doubts anyone really wants to delve into anything else when there are other things going on, much less does he want to be a bother.

"Oh- I did actually get to meet Captain America."

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