WHO: Anyone involved in the auction. If your character wasn't, they have to make a donation of at least $25 at the door. Don't forget to tag yourselves in!
WHERE:
Lensherr-Maximoff Castle, Rhinebeck County, New York.
WHEN: 7 PM, tonight.
WARNINGS: Anything can happen, so I'd tread carefully.
SUMMARY: The Lensherr-Maximoffs hold a masquerade ball in
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Making an appearance at the event was relatively important for someone like him, who thrived on name recognition, although he pointedly avoided the areas where alcohol was served with smooth side-steps and the occasional twist of a subject while he moved through the room.
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"You should have at least gotten a full mask to hide that goatee of yours, Stark," Jan said dryly, sipping on her soda. Her own mask did little to cover her face. "I mean, really. Who else but you and maybe a select few villains have facial hair like that?"
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"Wow, that dress looks fantastic on you, Jan," he complimented, and appreciative smile spreading across his face.
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"You clean up nicely yourself."
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"Occasionally, I try and make the effort."
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"This is kind of fun but I'm about ready to ditch and go to a bar."
... after a few more chocolate covered strawberries.
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Tony picked a little bit, pulling a cracker out before placing into his mouth.
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"I still can't believe you dropped a cool ten mil. on a woman," Janet paused. "Actually, I can. I bet Pepper just loved that."
That poor woman. How the hell did she put up with Tony on a regular basis?
I bet she drinks. And drinks a lot.
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Mind, Selina actually didn't like him. It was a challenge for him, someone to woo over through nonconventional means. She could be an ally in this city, if he could help her realize that he was making an effort to save the world, instead of just having a good time like he was sure she assumed he was.
"Pepper has no say. I still pay her paychecks," he mentioned. That was...callous of him, yes. However, she didn't have that much power over him. Never would, actually. He couldn't allow that. It would just end in heartbreak.
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"The next time you feel like giving to charity, maybe you could actually find me a decently paying job," she said dryly, sipping her soda. It needed rum. "Looking at Banner's face every day is making me depressed."
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This was really why he had come to the dance. Networking, recruiting, and making connections with other people. It was necessary, and he would have loved to whittle the night away just dancing with every lovely woman in the ballroom, but he was more important than that. He had things he was required to do.
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Thinking about it, it was no wonder Bruce hated Hank so much.
"Using my mutation, I figured out how to implant mutant DNA into regular people to give them powers. I grow small, right? So Hank and I messed around with his DNA and so, he can grow big," Jan explained, giving the very watered down version of the story. "We told everyone that Hank was the one who made me mutant but... that was wrong."
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"This could be..." he paused, his mouth going hard as he looked about the crowd of the ball. "I don't want to say anything now, not with everyone around, but this could be a venue to look into, not to give powers, exactly," he mentioned, his eyes shifting one way or another, before he closed in, his mouth nearing her ear in as his lips curled into a coy smirk.
All for the show.
"We might be able to figure out one of the keys to the porter," he said, his voice a soft whisper, although the excitement in his voice was palpable.
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