All things considered, Acton Cord-Becker would rather be in his office. He can handle himself at a formal function, but it is not a favored duty. He is not even sure how much help he actually was to Monet in setting this up -- he is well aware how capable his new employer is.
Still, then the boss says to be somewhere, you go, even if you much prefer to stay in Monaco. Especially if she reminds you that being kicked in the shins these days will hurt a lot more than it used to. Acton smiles slightly over the rim of his water glass, sips quickly, and goes to mingle.
Cameras flash furiously outside as the Scarlet Witch makes her appearance, dressed in her most formal uniform. Though she nods graciously to the press, she looks relieved to be inside the building at last, and follows the arrows to the party.
Monet was making the rounds (many of the other X-Corp parties had been going on for quite some time already) when she noticed the Scarlet Witch enter.
Wafting across the room to greet her Monet wore a smile that was more along the lines of just-not-scowling. "Good evening, Wanda. Welcome to X-Corp," she waved a gold bangled hand out to the side and behind her without breaking eye contact.
"Thank you. I'm impressed with what I've seen so far." Wanda nods at the younger woman graciously. "You've worked very hard to make this event a success."
A stretch limo pulls up in front of the building. Sam sitting there, looking mighty uncomfortable in his black tux. "Why did Ah let ya talk me inta this Terry? Ah ain't never been good at this sorta thing? An' what if Lila is there? She's always showin' up at these sorta things." He's looking as nervouse as a rabbit in a den of wolves.
"Then she'll swoon at the sight of you in black tie. Come on, Sam. It'll be a distraction." The limo door opens, and Terry nudges Sam. "Step out, then hold your hand out to me and I'll get out."
With a heavy sigh, Sam steps out of the limo and puts his hand out for Theresa.
"Theresa Cassidy and Samuel Guthrie," Some unseen annoucer said as he stepped out of the car. "Siryn and Cannonball of the X-Men."
To say that Sam was blinded by the flash that resulted, would be a bit of an understatement. For a minute he thought they were underattack, and went a little tense. It was odd though, the crowd was of mixed emotion when they showed up, the protesters started to jeer loudly, all of the press were trying to get them to come over to speak with them.
"Just follow my lead," Terry murmurs to him as they walk up the red carpet to the doors. She strolls slowly, smiling politely at the press. "Remember to breathe, Sam. We'll check the papers tomorrow and see if there are any pictures we'd want to send to your mother."
It took some quick travel arrangements, but Jamie Madrox is on hand at each of the opening ceremonies, though not via hologram. He doesn't look entirely comfortable in the tuxedo, but he seems genial as he welcomes guests.
Monet's been keeping an eye on the Jamies via hologram/contact lens (God bless that Forge), and so far so good. But this was the BIG show. The central headquarters of X-Corp.
It had taken a large amount of convincing on Tether's part for Marrow to agree to come to this. The delivery of the invitation had been awkward enough, and finding the Morlocks in the tunnels was no easy feat. This X-Corporation was clearly going to great lengths for itself.
Still, an alliance with this company might help Gene Nation. So, reluctantly though it was, she decided to come.
Monet did a double-take when Marrow walked into the room, not something she was accustomed to doing.
Perhaps being a bit more specific when instructing the AIs on who exactly qualified as X-men would have been a good idea? If they were being this liberal then Magneto wasn't far from meeting the invitation requirements.
Monet walked over, making a point of actually stepping, allowing her shoes to make that lovely clicking sound, not terribly unlike a rattlesnake. "Marrow. How goes things down under?"
Acton notices Monet's transition from elegantly at-ease to poised to strike. He politely disengages himself from confrontation with a trio of businesswomen and drifts unobtrusively closer to the scene.
Marrow, on the other hand, is showing a grace normally beyond her. She hopes to give it at least an hour before the inevitable violence starts.
Besides, it's this woman who seems to be readying for battle here. And Marrow is never unprepared.
"Things are going rather well. I do thank you for the invitation, and I apologize for my appearance. Evening gowns are so very hard to obtain in the sewers."
Her voice oozes with false pretense. She means little of what she says, but she is willing to at least make the effort.
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Still, then the boss says to be somewhere, you go, even if you much prefer to stay in Monaco. Especially if she reminds you that being kicked in the shins these days will hurt a lot more than it used to. Acton smiles slightly over the rim of his water glass, sips quickly, and goes to mingle.
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'Just relax, Acton. If I can get through the evening in heels and a floor length gown, you can most certainly pull through in flats and trousers.'
Giving a half-hearted, playful glare from across the room.
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Wafting across the room to greet her Monet wore a smile that was more along the lines of just-not-scowling. "Good evening, Wanda. Welcome to X-Corp," she waved a gold bangled hand out to the side and behind her without breaking eye contact.
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"First impressions, and all that. Are you alone tonight," characteristically blunt.
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"Theresa Cassidy and Samuel Guthrie," Some unseen annoucer said as he stepped out of the car. "Siryn and Cannonball of the X-Men."
To say that Sam was blinded by the flash that resulted, would be a bit of an understatement. For a minute he thought they were underattack, and went a little tense. It was odd though, the crowd was of mixed emotion when they showed up, the protesters started to jeer loudly, all of the press were trying to get them to come over to speak with them.
Needless to say, Sam looked lost.
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'Here we go,' she passed along, mentally.
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Still, an alliance with this company might help Gene Nation. So, reluctantly though it was, she decided to come.
Wearing her standard Gene Nation attire for prominence.
Marrow? In a dress? Never.
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Perhaps being a bit more specific when instructing the AIs on who exactly qualified as X-men would have been a good idea? If they were being this liberal then Magneto wasn't far from meeting the invitation requirements.
Monet walked over, making a point of actually stepping, allowing her shoes to make that lovely clicking sound, not terribly unlike a rattlesnake. "Marrow. How goes things down under?"
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Besides, it's this woman who seems to be readying for battle here. And Marrow is never unprepared.
"Things are going rather well. I do thank you for the invitation, and I apologize for my appearance. Evening gowns are so very hard to obtain in the sewers."
Her voice oozes with false pretense. She means little of what she says, but she is willing to at least make the effort.
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