1893/The Buoyant: Post Party

The Buoyant: Post Party
Date of Scene:	29 May 2020
Location:	The SS Buoyant
Synopsis:	A few hangers-on enjoy a late night drink aboard Tony's yacht after the official festitivies conclude.
Cast of Characters:	Janet van Dyne, Steve Rogers, Thor, Felicity Felix, Robbie Reyes, Diana Prince

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Janet van Dyne has posed:
It's been a fun evening at the Buoyant; with the main festivities over, it's broken up into more casual recreational fun (ie the old folks and dignitaries have left, sans Steve Rogers). As it happens a few of the Avengers have commandeered a table topside; the stars are out overhead and invisible thermal radiators keep the deck a balmy temperature for people who are perhaps not wearing suits.

"Do Asgardians have birthdays?" Janet inquires of Thor. She's using Steve's thigh as a seat, legs curled up; her orange dress catches the faux firelight around them. One elbow's planted on the tabletop and her chin's balanced on her palm; she peers at Thor curiously, and absently tinks a single note out the edge of her martini glass with a arrhythmic tone.

Servers circle around with hors d'ouvers and, more importantly, drinks for anyone who wants them.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Light in her gracile build, Janet in her eye-catching dress is a familiar presence on the Captain's thigh. He's got a hand rested at the outside of her hip, the line of his arm supportive against the small of her back, and by his expression, Janet's asked an excellent question: just how serious are Asgardians about celebrating birthdays?

His true-blues briefly break away to scan the rest of the remaining attendees, seeing if he recognizes anyone yet. Tony seems have vanished, as has Pepper, but there are still portions of the party to close out, as it were, and no doubt guests to speak to as they depart. Idly, he reaches to loosen another button at the top of his white shirt, his blue suit jacket's black lapels already open. The balmy temperature is this side of warm in a suit, after all.

Thor has posed:
    Reaching across the table and finding the old wineskin he had brought well and truly emptied, the Asgardian quirks an eyebrow at Janet even as the others can read that subtle hint of disappointment upon his features. The leather sack is set back down and then he settles into that deck chair once again, sprawled as one might imagine of a king in such a demeanor.
    "Well," He says succinctly as he lifts a hand and gestures openly and to the side, "We do... at points. Certain mile stones that have passed we mark them. And in our youth we do mark the years as they pass until adulthood."
    Thor smiles a little across the table at the others, seeming a little lazy, perhaps a little sleepy as he gestures with the other hand. "Normally we would not mark them so often, mind you. But I should say the custom of Midgard of enjoying each... it is rubbing off on me."
    That said he leans the other way in his chair, causing it to creak and shift where he digs around a few empties, shaking the bottles of champagne until he's rewarded... with one that is half full.
    "Ah." He takes it and offers to the others should they so wish to indulge, but if not he won't bother seeking a glass.

Felicity Felix has posed:
One of the thermal radiators near the prow is being worked on quietly by yacht crew--again. The man and woman pair mutter quietly, start to get into a faint yet heated discussion, and finally just pick up the device and start hauling it toward belowdecks. There are a few stains from spilled drinks, mostly cleaned up, a few discarded pieces of paper with numbers scrawled on them have been trampled by shoes, boots, pumps, and flats.

And as the pair haul the thermal radiator away, a young woman is revealed to be asleep on one of the rail-side benches. She's wearing a sparkly black dress, has a little purse on her shoulder, and when the radiator clanks against a tie-down, she startles awake, blue eyes instantly open. She sits upright, shocked, looking around at the mostly empty ship--at least compared to earlier.

Getting to her feet uncertainly, Felicity Felix looks horrified.

Robbie Reyes has posed:
Well, for reasons unknown, perhaps the least partying of the partying Avengers comes Robbie Reyes, dressed in nothing fancy at all. Instead just dressed in his leather jacket, some gray jeans, and some decent shoes. Basically, one can immediately tell that Robbie is not exactly well off. All the same, He is at the table with Steve, Janet, Thor, and any others who may be present.

All the same, Robbie's eyes shift between Janet and Thor, -finally- stashing his driving gloves into his jacket pocket as he listens. "At points?" Robbie questions of Thor until he explains further.

He doesn't speak much though, instead just listening. Finally though, he asks. "So, are Asgardians actually Immortal?"

<Stupid fuckin' question, Robbie>

<Can it, Eli>.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana was a quiet presence in the background of the party aboard the yacht. She'd gone out of her way to not be heavily involved in the celebrations. It helped a great deal that she'd arrived late too, but arriving late to a yacht party was a lot easier to accomplish when you were in control of an invisible jet that could take on the shape of whatever form you commanded. In its current state, said jet is hovering off the starboard side of the yacht a good 100 yards out.

Moving from the aft of the vessel, Diana ascends the stairs to the top deck where she moves toward one of the bar areas and is summarily greeted by a server offering her a glass of champagne. She accepts with a smile upon her deep dark red painted lips. "Thank you." She tells the server with an honest smile before she turns to look at those gathered up here socializing together. The Princess dressed in a dark red sleeveless top that is slit down the center of her chest and down the spine of her back to show off a bit of her skin beneath, a pair of loose black pants and heeled shoes, her hair tied up on the crown of her head.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet smiles back at Steve at the gentle touch to her hip, then looks back to Thor. "I guess that makes sense. I mean, that's a lot of birthdays," she observes. Janet finds herself nodding along with Robbie's question and looks to Thor again. "If everyone's living forever and everyone knowing each other, you're gonna be having parties pretty much nonstop and everyone's invited to them."

A beat.

"Hey so what -is- Odin's policy on visitors to Asgard?" she inquires. The offer of champagne is declined with a polite headshake and demonstrative wiggle of a martini glass filled with some fruity rum concoction.

Janet glances over at Felicity, spotting the woman flailing awake. "Hey, there you are," she congratulate her, and makes a 'come here' motion with her head. "We saved you a seat," she says with a perfectly straight face. A little intervention to stifle any giggles from the peanut gallery on deck. She smiles upon spotting Diana and wriggles fingers in a 'hello', beckoning the Princess over to their table.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Content with the amount of champagne he'd had earlier (to what absolute lack of effect it had on his person), Steve lifts up his free palm in a polite, silent pass on another glass -- more for Thor!

His attention shifts around the table, though Janet's question in particular has him giving her a wondering semi-squint. He just as quickly follows her gaze towards Felicity and gives the young woman a polite smile. The lifted hand of greeting is echoed by him in turn to Diana, his grin widening in familiar recognition of the Amazon.

Regardless, he is curious to hear Thor's answer, having experienced some of this policy himself. His hand rested at Janet's outer hip gives a gentle squeeze as he listens to the Asgardian Prince.

Thor has posed:
    For his part, Thor is still in that suit though much like Steve's the collar of the Asgardian's burgundy dress shirt is opened at the neck and the next button down, giving him that casual 'best man at a bachelor party' or 'Las Vegas late night entertainer' look. But now with his champagne bottle held as if it were his very own prey hunted up and slain on the Serengeti, he completes that look even as he nods to the others while his attention is drawn away, albeit briefly.
    For Felicity's arrival and jolt to wakefulness causes the Thunderer to turn his head, smile, and give her a small wave as if he knew her. Which he does not. Then it's back to looking to his comrades.
    "In a way, there are few Asgardians who have passed from old age." He answers the question as to immortality. "Usually it is during battle that we fall, or misadventure of some sort." A polite way, that, of saying that sometimes Darwin even affects Asgardians as well.
    As Janet then asks her own question, Thor's eyes widen a little not in surprise and more in that way when an individual is beset and perhaps a touch tired. He takes a nice long pull of the champagne, then lets his smile slip easily more companionable with a small flush to his cheeks. "Well in truth I had intended to travel to Asgard in the next few days, and as you are being courted by the Ruler of Midgard..." Thor uncurls a hand to Janet, "Assuredly you would be welcomed in court with much fanfare."
    Though his words ease as those wide eyes shift to focus upon Diana and that is the moment when Thor pushes himself to his feet. "Ah, Lady Diana. Do be so kind as to join us."

Felicity Felix has posed:
Looking like she just missed something really, really important, Felicity Felix is scanning the empty deck urgently, her lips parted in disbelieving shock. When addressed by Janet, she blinks in surprise, quickly checks behind her, and touches her chest when she only finds the sea behind her. "You... You did?"

She still seems a little uncertain, and a lot lost, but when she takes a single step forward, the plank under her foot creaks dangerously. At that moment, a lightning bolt touches the sea several hundred feet away.

Thunder rolls quietly across the ship and Felicity swallows firmly, stepping right over the plank, which holds, and starts to approach in her little black dress, clutching her purse now timidly. "I, um, didn't know I was--oh my god." She looks right at Thor. Then Captain America. Then double-takes back to Janet. She's frozen for a moment as recognition dawns on her.

Except for Robbie. Sorry, Robbie. The approacing Diana hadn't been noticed yet either, but when she is, she double-takes to her as well. Her eyebrows go up just a bit. "Um...hi," she offers to those at the table.

Robbie Reyes has posed:
Robbie just happens to chuckle before he looks over at Felicity. "Come one come all, right? Nobody gets left behind. I'm presently surprised to be here myself." Robbie smiles Felicity's way, before he looks over to Steve, who is being...characteristically quiet, actually. "So Senor Rogers, Cap, Steve, Sir." Yes, Robbie is still playing the respect card with Captain America. "I hear you like motorcycles. I can try and trick up your ride, if you want?" Not Tony levels of 'trick up', of course, but like modify with nitrus or something.

His attention is then stolen by Thor as he speaks a second, chuckling a tad. "Ruler of Midgard?" He looks a little confused at this a moment, before he notices Diana.

A subtle blush rises to Robbie's cheeks, and he looks away from her rather than rise up to greet her. A little shyness in the Ghost Rider, eh?

As for Felicity...Robbie isn't usually recognized by anybody who isn't an Avenger, so all's good.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Felicity wanders off to chase a seagull that has her purse; the socialite shrugs and focuses back on the topic at hand, and gives Steve an encouraging bump of her hip when Robbie offers to work on Steve's bike.

"Now, how much fanfare are we talking, exactly?" she presses the Thunder God. Eyes flicker to the distant stormy weather, then back to Thor with a lifted brow. But, there are more pressing topics at hand than the weather. "Y'know, I've got my own little army of employees. I travel a lot, I'm famous, I do the red carpet thing, meet with Heads of State-- also, Avenger, so-- kind of a big deal on my own, here," she says, and points an immaculately manicured finger at herself. "And my family lineage comes from a Dutch baronetcy. What are we talking here in terms of the peerage, would I be styled a... Marquessa, a countess...?" Her head bobs left and right like a serpent, inquiringly.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Janet now receives a look openly a little wry. Ah-hah: that's why she asked. "Let me know when you intend to leave, Thor," the Captain adds, looking back to the Asgardian Prince. "Need to get things in line if it'll be more'n one day."

The lightning bolt followed by the thunder is a little odd and Steve takes a moment to glance upwards, towards the skies, before at Thor, as if to ask if he hiccuped or something.

Robbie earns himself a half-grin as the super-soldier glances over at him. "'ve got a bike you can trick up if you want, but not Bessie. Nobody touches Bessie." -- Bessie being his refurbished Harley and Davidson Military EL Knucklehead, cherry-pie-red with chrome and cream accents.

He does look back at Thor again, curious to hear his thoughts on the matter of precisely where the Wasp might land in the social ladder of the Court.

Thor has posed:
    When Felicity rushes off, Thor is already settling back into his deck chair, but he lifts his bottle to her in salute as f wishing her good luck. Though that faint roil and rumble of thunder does cause his brow to furrow just a touch, bright blue eyes lifting upward to the sky and the lack of clouds. It's enough to make him say simply, "Hm."
    "Of course, I'll let you know when," The Prince of Asgard nods to Cap, yet that doesn't stop his attention from returning to Janet as she speaks to him and he watches her with a steady series of nods, and some of the things she says to him gets his smile to grow. Until the very end where he bites his lower lip as his eyes narrow as he tries to smile a smile that seems like it might pain him a little.
    "Wellll." He uncurls a hand, "Not much of that would matter to the court?" Those words murmured as if expecting some sort of explosion to come from the Winsome Wasp even as Thor looks in turn toward Cap and Robbie as if seeking some help in this matter.
    Yet he turns back and at the least explains things further to Janet. "You see, the greatest role you would have would be your connection to Steven as it stands. And assuredly the celebration would be several days of festivities for you both would be due such."
    Then he snaps his fingers, "Ah, if you two were to wed in Asgard, well then your higher status in that way would mean perhaps even three days of festivities?"
    There, assuredly that's good news and will mollify her. /Assuredly/.

Robbie Reyes has posed:
Robbie watches Felicity wander off after a seagull apparently made a bold move to snatch up her purse and fly off! Robbie looks like he's about to move off to help her, but...perhaps decides against it. Not to mention, he can't fly.

And that just sucks.

But, he does look at the sky as thunder and lightning are heard. "Your doing, Thor?" he smirks, before he looks at Cap and offers the man a faux-salute. "Sure thing. But if I may, even Bessie can be enhanced like you've never seen." he smiles lightly then. But he'll probably keep it minimal.

When Thor looks at him for help, he just kind of shrugs. Don't ask Robbie about anything involving a 'court'.

But he does seem to chuckle as Thor mentions weddings and romance and all of that fun jazz, keeping to himself where that is concerned.

Steve Rogers has posed:
"Bessie's fine how she is, I work on her myself. Got a different bike you can trick out instead," says the Captain mildly to Robbie in reply. "Be nice to have options available depending on what a mission requires. 'm sure you can make the other bike a thing of wonder. What do you have in mind, Robbie?"

He does glance over his shoulder at that seagull regardless: bold bird, that one.

Attuned to the Wasp, he feels a subtle tension in the fold of her leg at crook of knee against his thigh, seated as she is. His free hand lifts and takes her own within his even as the palm curling about her hip gives another gentle squeeze. "Don't need a title to be the most magnificent jewel in my court, <<Seillean>>. They'll like you just as you are 'nd treat you with no less respect for it," he assures the Wasp -- and so there. Brows lift, his smile at her small and earnest both.

"'sides, pretty sure you'll be the talk of the town with your fashion savvy. Doesn't the Court look for new trends as they can spot 'em?" This question for Thor in particular, the Captain always interested in more information and looking to him now.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
There's definitely a socialite tantrum brewing, and much like Janet, it would be on a scale disproportionate to her size. Her stiffening spine is checked by Steve laying it on kind of thick, and she's forced to look over at him. Her eyes flex subtly at Steve's honeyed words, but the tension slips from her shoulders at it nonetheless.

Eyes narrow just a little more at Steve once she realizes she's being manipulated. But she doesn't look terribly mad about it.

"I do have some ideas for the Asgardian dressing scene," she concedes with a light tone. "I bet it's been a while since anyone showed up with something new. I just wish your Einherjar had more women in it, it's kind of hard to get the guys to pull their attention from food and fighting. But yes, I'll be there. As Steve's 'plus-one'. Lest anyone try to interpret her dulcet tone, Janet pastes a Perfectly Polite Smile on her face, and even someone with Thor's endless experience in court might find it difficult to interpret it negatively. Or even really find something actionable to fault.

But there is still a sense of a storm passing by silently that has nothing to do with the odd weather overhead!

Thor has posed:
    The answer Robbie gets is a flare of hands from Thor as if not entirely sure, he doesn't seem to be in a bad mood, no idea what's causing the thunder. Though he does turn his head to look off in that direction, head tilting curiously. But then he looks back.
    "Ah, trends? Indeed." He says, a little /too/ quickly, but then he motions with his bottle, "Though that is not something I tend to pay too much attention to." His vibrant eyes distance with thought and reflection as he seems to adjust his own words mentally, head tilting to the side. "Though perhaps you would have luck speaking with Amora." A beat, then he adds. "Or Fandral."
    Then the Prince turns his head and affixes Janet with his most affectionate smile, that one that lights his features up and causes his cheeks to flush slightly just from that wide grin. "But come now, Janet. No matter what protocol comes into play, the day that Janet Van Dyne passes the great gates of Asgard and sets her eyes upon but another circle of great socialites to conquer, it will be lauded. For you will leave your mark upon the people that meet you that day, and tales will be told of the graceful future Queen who revolutionized how the very gods considered their garb, so rich in vision was she."
    And perhaps, just perhaps should Janet be lost in reflection of such imagery, it's in that brief moment, that small window of opportunity, that Thor will wink at Steve.

Robbie Reyes has posed:
Robbie chuckles a bit, offering a shrug to Steve. "Thats a secret, Cap...Steve...uh, sir. But I will give you hint: it involves a serious speed boost." He winks at Captain America before he tilts his head at Steve and Janet, perhaps suspecting that there's a grenade about to go off there before...well, nothing happens.

Whew.

He does start to scratch his head when they start talking about the fashion scene for Asgard. "Never been, definitely can't help ya there. But if Thor's been any help, Asgard's probably kinda great." It most likely is, at least from Robbie's perspective.

To Thor, he shrugs in response to Thor's flaring of hands. REgardless, he hums a long moment, instead just sipping on his beer rather quietly.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Future Queen?" Janet preens in place with a dreamy look. "Ooh, I like the /sound/ of that," she murmurs. "I mean, y'know. Not that I want anything /bad/ to happen to the Royal Family," she adds, hastily. "Because, like, I'd just be so sad, y'know, if something happened to you. Or your dad. Not that it'd keep me from doing the job of Queen, but. Y'know. Tears." Hands wiggle back and forth, and land in her lap.

"Robbie!" Abrupt conversational segue! "Don't let Steve be a buzzkill," she bids the young man. "I know he's got a few project bikes stashed in his storage unit. I bet there's something in there that's suitably vintage. It'd be a fun project! You could use the garage in the Mansion, lord knows it's got enough gear in there to build a tank."

"No, you may not build a motorcycle tank." Janet twists her neck around to look at Steve. "I don't even like that you take that motorcycle everywhere without a helmet. Drivers in New York are animals. There's a reason I don't own a car."

"Well, a reason I don't drive a car," she amends.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Thor's wink acknowledged by the ghost of a wry smile on the Captain's lips; he returns it with a subtle nod of his own, sure to do this in a flash-frame of inattentiveness from his other half.

His eyebrows lift as he glances over at Robbie again. "I can respect trade secrets, but 'll never say no to more speed. Safely," he adds with a brief, theatrically innocent look in Janet's direction. Man's been ignoring things like helmets since about 1940 or so, apparently not going to start worrying now! "Next time we're in the garage, I'll show you which bike'll work best for a speed boost."

A beat. "'nd 'm sorry, but no motorcycle tanks. Something about the fact that I wouldn't wear a helmet with one of those either." His nod is excrutiatingly solemn, completely counter to the smile in his eyes.

Thor has posed:
    "Well, Queen of Midgard, perhaps." Thor offers as a way or a path toward her monarchy even as Thor sloooowly pushes himself to his feet, the champagne bottle in his hand sloshing around a little as he nods to the others near. "In any case, I... am going to go and try to find my counterpart for the evening." He starts to step around the table and pauses to lightly thump-thump Cap on the shoulder as he passes, then lifts a hand toward Robbie and Janet.
    "Avengers, until the next time." With that said he starts to shuffle off along the deck and towards the stairwell that leads below. After a little bit more time he's gone.

Robbie Reyes has posed:
Robbie smiles softly to Steve "Sure thing, Jefe (boss). Just show me which one you want done and I'll get it fixed up for ya." Though he is then immediately startled by Janet when she suddenly says his name with a bit of extra excitement. and he looks at her. "Uh...yeah?" her words of steve being a buzzkill does earn a smile from Robbie. "I mean, I can definitely try. I've never tried building a tank though, might want to leave that one to Iron Man."

Robbie gives a smile then.

"Aww, why not?" Robbie says when Janet denies any possibility of a motorcycle tank. Her comments on cars though does make Robbie frown. "And the Hellcharger?" Robbie's pride, joy, and mode of transporation.

When Thor starts to head out, he gives a little wave to the God of Thunder before he looks bac kto Steve and Janet

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet gets to her feet as well, balancing well in those killer heels despite the substantial amount of booze on board. "C'mon you, up and at 'em," she tells Steve, and gives his hand a tug to help him to his feet. Muscles cord in her slender arms; she's stronger than she looks.

"Guess the party's pretty much over," she says. Janet steps over to Robbie to offer him a familiar, friendly hug, and drifts back to wrap her arms around Steve's bicep. "I guess we better get out of here too, I think the only ones who are left are the lightweights who can't hold their liquor. Call a car if you need one," she bids Robbie, as she and Steve head towards the prow and the access off the deck. "Don't drive home and get in an accident. Role models, y'know, all that BS."

"Whoo! Party train, comin' through," she declares to the thinning crowd, and with a fist upthrust overhead she starts through the last little congregants with Steve in tow, parting them like the Red Sea ahead of her.