View source for 9741/An Informal Get-Together For Friends & Allies at the Themysciran Embassy

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|Date of Scene=2022/01/20
|Location=Entertainment Room - Themysciran Embassy
|Synopsis=There is a mid month party held at the Themysciran Embassy, celebrating the new year to come. People mingle and some mystery is spied at.
|Cast of Characters=3618,2262,416,168,1590,681,1429
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:3618|Morgan Finn (3618)}} has posed:'''<br>Tonight Ferdinand was given a much-deserved, well-earned night off. And Morgan has been engaging in one of his favorite activities: cooking! He's been tutoring under Ferdinand for about as long as he's been tutoring in combat under the Amazons. There is already a nice spread of food laid around the room: onion rings, mild and spicy Buffalo wings, deviled eggs, crab rangoon, stuffed mushroom caps, shrimp salad, potato wedges. And now the young man, wearing a Justice League apron enters the room carrying a tray of freshly fried cinnamon sugar donuts.<br><br>"Oh man I almost ate this entire try on the way from the kitchen," he says with a playful grin on his face.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>It's the first time seh's stopped by the embassy since she talked with Diana, and Monet St. Croix is surprised at having arrived while some level of festivities were going on. Not one to mind, the Morrocan mutant and self-proclaimed 'perfect' girl seems to be relaxed, though non interative for the moment while glancing about and observing things, having just entered a few moments ago.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:416|Ben Grimm (416)}} has posed:'''<br>Ben Grimm knew it was informal, but he at least puts on a few clothes. There's informal and 'show up in your trunks with your big rocky gut hanging out' and he figures he should at least clean up a little bit for this kinda shindig. But he didn't go full tuxedo either. Instead, he's got a massive cardigan over a simple white shirt and a pair of trousers, looking like a giant Mr. Rogers Monster.<br><br>He selects one of the crab rangoons, a perennial favorite of his, tossing three of them back and chomping down with relish, "I ain't never been sure what a rangoon is, but it sure does taste good," he says, the blue-eyed, ever-loving Thing giving friendly nods of his head, mostly to people he doesn't recognize.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> Social gatherings are not uncummon at the Themysciran Embassy.<br><br> This one has a nice casual feeling to it, and invites had been sent out to a number of contacts, friends, and otherwise to come on by at their leisure. A nice relaxing get together to celebrate the first month of the New Year.<br><br> Diana is wearing a blue dress, a pair of high heels, her hair is loose and styled in large even curls that go down to her shoulders, her makeup dusky and perfect with red lips and smoky eyes.<br><br> She is standing near the bar currently, speaking to someone there and smiling at something they are saying, following their words with a light laugh.<br><br> Her eyes go to those who are arriving and the Princess raises her hand to offer waves and greetings with a pleased look. "Welcome, please do come in and enjoy yourselves."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:3618|Morgan Finn (3618)}} has posed:'''<br>Morgan sets the tray of freshly fried donuts down. There's enough food to feed an army now. Kid overdid it. But Diana and Ferdinand know that one of his favorite things is to overcook and delivery food to homeless shelters after.<br><br>There's something really different about Morgan tonight, for those who know him. He seems more fluid, more confidant, more outspoke. He stops and says hi to several guests like he was the host of the party. Wiping his hands on his Justice League apron, he smiles at Diana as he passes her. "Nice turnout," he says to the princess. "You should try the donuts. Imma go over and say hi to The Thing," he says, a little bit star-struck and geeked out. "I never met him before."<br><br>And right over to tall and rocky he goes. "Hi, Mr. Grimm, my name is Morgan. It's a real honor to meet you, sir."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>Monet St. Croix would be used to social engagements, but of a more formal nature. So upon getting the general relaxed state of things, there's a confused look on her face for just a moment as she reviews normal etiquette procedures in her head for correct behavior. The appearance of Ben Grimm, aka the ever-lovin' blue eyed Thing of Yancy Street, does get a more positive reaction as M's face would slowly perk up in a light smile of a hesitant nature. But she would walk along tentatively towards the laid out food to get a plate.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:416|Ben Grimm (416)}} has posed:'''<br>Ben Grimm looks up from the proferred food, scarpering down a couple of potato wedges fairly quickly. "Heya, kiddo. Just call me Ben, please, I ain't nobody's mister far as I know. But you never know, Amazon place, gotta be a lotta single dames around, huh? Maybe they ain't seen a lotta men, they won't be too picky about this old mug," he says. He's obviously teasing, of course, even as he takes a sip from a glass of wine and raises a hand at Diana's speech, "Thanks for the nosh, Princess!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> Diana raises a drink up to her red lips to sip from it as she offers Morgan a quick smile too. "You have done very well with the food. Ferdi will be quite proud." She says before she spies Monet and starts to walk to her.<br><br> She'll offer a hand to the young woman. "Welcome back. It is good to see you again. Are you still considering the offer of training with us at the Arts Center?" The Princess asks then before she glances back in Ben Grimm's direction, offering him a wave too from across the way.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:3618|Morgan Finn (3618)}} has posed:'''<br>Morgan momentarily puts a hand on Ben's shoulder. "'Scuse me for one moment, Mr. Grimm." Guess he missed the part about 'Ben.' He looks at Monet St. Croix from across the room with that look like, well, you know how boys gets all dumb when a pretty girl is around.<br><br>He starts to head in that direction. On the way he picks up a tray of donuts and moves to where Monet is preparing a plate. "Hey, don't forget th..." That's when he trips over the leg of a chair that someone left too far out in the line of travel. Down he goes. The tray hits the floor first. The donuts scatter. And then the fledgeling demigod hits the floor last. He's covered in sugar and crumbs. Just lying there unmoving in his shame, Morgan draws in a deep, slow breath and lets it out. "Yep, that's a thing that just happened."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>Monet St. Croix would look up and over at Ben with a bit more relaxed expression on her face; right over until she would gaze upon Diana and manners would assert themselves, "PRincess." She would return her attnetion to Morgan, and recalling back to the last time she had seen him, "How are you enjoying your Playstation Five?" She would offer politely over right as he would be approaching her.<br><br>As he would tumble she would move to try and catch him, but would be a little too slow as some of the sugar and crumbes would get on her outfit. She would still if allowed go to one knee to offer a hand to his shoulder to help brace him upwards.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:416|Ben Grimm (416)}} has posed:'''<br>Ben Grimm steps over and reaches down to help Morgan up, just casually scooping the young man with one hand and lifting him back up to his feet, "Careful there, kiddo. Watch yer feet. Though I can't much blame ya for bein' distracted by the young lady," he says, throwing a wink at Monet before he pats Morgan on the head like a small child and leaves him facing said pretty girl.<br><br>He'll walk over towards Diana and give her a light nudge with his elbow, "Think he might be a li'l bit sweet on that one."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> Diana sees Morgan take his tumble, which draws quite a few eyes from the other guests floating around the Embassy this afternoon. Once they see he's okay, there's even a few snickers, or outright laughs. Another young man across the room says 'Walk much?!' to get some of his friends to laugh too.<br><br> The Princess sees Monet and Ben help him up, it makes her smile, and when Ben approaches her, she smiles to his nudge and comment.<br><br> "Maybe so." She says back before grinning at the 'Thing'. "How have you been?" She then asks of him. "How is the family?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:3618|Morgan Finn (3618)}} has posed:'''<br>Up, up up Morgan goes as The Thing lifts him off the ground like he was a rag doll. He's a good sport, though, smiling despite his embarrassment as he brushes crumbs off his clothes. He looks at Monet. "Hey, I'm real sorry about that. I got crumbs on..." He reaches to brush them off of Monet's clothes, but wisdom gets the better of him and he quickly retracts his hands without making contact. "...on your clothes. I'm a real clutz sometimes."<br><br>The kid on the other side of the room who made the walk much comment gets a subtle hand signal. Morgan puts his hand behind his back in boy's direction and flips him off.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>With Morgan being all right, M would release her offered grasp, "I have more of them." In other circumstances she might put a complaint out on things, but she's over in the Themysciran embassy, and making a complaint over something so trite in the presence of the Amazons seems quite unbecoming.<br><br>"I am fine, and you are uninjured. There is nothing further to worry about."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:416|Ben Grimm (416)}} has posed:'''<br>Ben Grimm grins to Diana, "All in this dimension, far as I know. I'm sure Reed's got his head stuck in some thingamajig talking about quantum doodads and tiddlywinks. Sue's probably bakin' cookies or breaking up a spy ring. Don't even ask about the kids, they're teenagers now, I'd rather fight Doc Doom on a volcano," he says. "Luckily, they're not MY kids, so I can always pass 'em off to Uncle Johnny and watch him struggle."<br><br>"How 'bout you? Things doin' okay on Paradise Island? I know things is crazy in Manhattan right now."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> Diana sees a bit of the back and forth between Morgan and the others, but her eyes go back to Ben. She smiles at him again. "I am sure... they have their hands full then." She firstly says before taking a sip of her drink, then nodding two quikc times to what he says. "Oh yes. We just returned from there, recently, in fact. There are... plans in the works, and I would like to schedule a meeting with you, Reed, Sue, and John too... if they would be so accomodating. There is ... a plan in the works, for all teams to participate in something, and I would hope to present the option to you all together."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:3618|Morgan Finn (3618)}} has posed:'''<br>Morgan can't help but smile. He's got a nice one and it usually get him out of a lot of scrapes and jams. "Anyway, I'm sorry again. My, um, my name's Morgan. I live here at the Embassy and train with the Amazons." He looks around the room. "I also cook. I made all of this stuff." He looks back to Monet. "What'chyer name?" he asks.<br><br>Hands slide into jean pockets nervously. Boys never know what do with their hands when they're talking to a girl. I mean, it's nature's cruel jest.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>Monet St. Croix would shke her head, "I am fine. I am ?Monet Yvette Clarisse Maria Therese St. Croix." That was a mouthful. Her French accent apparent. Her tone confident and self assured - perhaps to some overly so. She would accept Morgan's apology while turning her full attention to what Diana was saying to Ben Grimm.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still paying attention to Morgan of course. Someone of her stature and intellect could multitask readily.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:416|Ben Grimm (416)}} has posed:'''<br>Ben Grimm takes a moment to indulge in a few more of the offered appetizers, lingering a bit on the shrimp before he replies to Diana. Hey, free food is free food.<br><br>"I'm sure we would be. Probably best to try'n call Reed or Sue, they do the schedulin' arrangements and such. Mostly I just show up where they tell me to and punch things that seem bad. Worked out for the last thirty years, figured I might as well stick to it."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> The Princess waves a older couple as they make their way by toward some of the seating in the other room. She looks to Morgan and Monet, smiling to them before her eyes drift back to Ben.<br><br> "Yes, of course. I will most definitely do so. I am sure you provide more to the team than just brute strength though." She says with a soft grin for him. "Moral support, if nothing else?" She says with a tilt of her head.<br><br> Her eyes go back to Morgan then. "Oh. Monet here is planning to start training with us soon. You should tell her about the course that you have been running." She looks to Monet then. "He headbutted me." Di says, raising her free hand to smack her own forehead. "Pwah! I fell right on my butt." She then says with a light laugh.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:3618|Morgan Finn (3618)}} has posed:'''<br>A smile -- both pleased and a little embarrassed -- blooms over Morgan's features. "Yeah I might have...I might have headbutted her. Just a lil bit though. It was a little headbutt. More like..." He makes a goofy little popping sound by putting his finger in his cheek, then flicking it out.<br><br>"So you're gonna start training here for combat?" Morgan asks Monet. "It's ton of fun. Hard work, but fun. I'm sure you'll be kickin' my ass in no time." A warm smile. Gods, boys are so dumb.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>Monet St. Croix would nod, "I am used to hard work. One can never improve oneself without it. The process of learning takes time and effort." not as much for -her- ofcourse, but now is the time for politeness. Glancing at Diana's comment at Morgan. Evaluating him to try and assume if he had the type of strength upon him that it would take to drive someone of Diana's strength class back or if it was in the vernacular 'a joke'.<br><br>Thoughtfully evaluating the back and forth with a neutral expression.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:416|Ben Grimm (416)}} has posed:'''<br>Ben Grimm strokes his chin, "Not bad, not bad. Headbutt's a good one, long as ya got a noggin what can take the knockin', ya know what I'm sayin'? Most guys try to smack skulls with Wonder Woman gonna end up leaking some loose egg outta their ears," he says.<br><br>"I should probably get a few pointers myself. I been in plenty o' tough tussles, but most o' my fighting technique comes down to 'punch 'em real hard in the face'. Although I could teach you how to wrassle. I'm still the reigning champ, ya know."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> Diana smiles at Morgan, and the other's reactions. She looks between Ben, and Monet. "Morgan's father is a member of the Greek Pantheon. He's... not as present as one might hope for a father. His mother has sadly passed away, as well. I, and my sisters, have taken it upon ourselves to see it that he gets the best possible training to prepare him for life, let alone prepare him to work with the blood of a God inside his veins. It... can be challenging, to be sure, to be in such shoes. But, this is something we try to help young people with here, especially since the Themysciran Arts Center opened."<br><br> Diana nods once to Ben in particular. "I imagine your feats of strength would go over well with the crowds that come to the Center to watch some of our martial displays. If it is ever something you would enjoy, it could be fun to combine some of that for others to get to enjoy to watch."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:3618|Morgan Finn (3618)}} has posed:'''<br>When Ben mentions wrestling lessons, Morgan looks the huge hero up and down appraisingly. "Psh. I could take you," he says, eyes glittering playfully, tone full of mirth. He can't, clearly. He doesn't think he can, clearly. But Morgan's a goof and he just loves to say silly things. As a demigod, he just lives in that place that is closer to love and mirth and energy that most normal humans do.<br><br>Then he turns to Monet. "Do you like to dance?" he asks, gesturing to the small mini dance floor where a small number of the guests are dancing. There's no live band, but music plays tastefully from a stereo. "Do you...do you wanna dance with me?"<br><br>There's just something about Morgan. For about the past week or so maybe he has been a different person. Confident. Easygoing. Bold. Living with Amazonians must be having an effect on him.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>By M's knowledge (at least mythological) of the Greek pantheon implies that 'not as present' likely has far deeper intonations than such a simple phrase would be. However, what is present within myth and what is based upon reality for such things can be quite different. "Then you do as you should to help.. Open him up to the world and learn and find his place within it." Her tone is cautious and otherwise respectful. She can understand in her own way having to learn one's own way with no sense of familiarity.<br><br>Glancing at Ben thoughtfully in evaluation of the rocky man while shifting her attention over to him. Then as Morgan would inquire, Monet would dip her head at him, "What type of dancing do you prefer to engage in? It would help to have a baseline for reference."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:416|Ben Grimm (416)}} has posed:'''<br>Ben Grimm gives Morgan a pat on the back with a massive hand, "Sorry about your old man. Mine wasn't much good neither. We prove ourselves by bein' better men than them, huh?" he says.<br><br>"I'm always happy to put on a show. Me and She-Hulk put on a hell of a main event for charity last year in Madison Square Garden. Good fun and I almost powerbombed her through the mat," he says.<br><br>He holds up a hand, "You might, in Greek style wrestlin'. Catch as catch can. I'm more of the steel chairs an' entrance music type o' wrestler," he says with a twinkle in his eye.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> The response that Ben gives to Morgan has her laughing softly. "I missed the show at Madison Garden?" She asks then. "Aw, that is unfortunate. I would've liked to have attended, and rooted for you both." She says with a grin. "I was there... mm, a year ago I believe? I may have participated in a 'dunk' contest, in which I brought down a full basketball... hoop? I don't know what they call them." She says with a soft laugh.<br><br> A tray of more food is brought out and set down by the group, some fine tasty bits upon it waiting to be sampled!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:3618|Morgan Finn (3618)}} has posed:'''<br>Well okay, that was a question Morgan was unprepared for. But every great chef knows that if you're out of flour mid-recipe you have to improvise and improvise fast because there's no time to run to the grocery store.<br><br>So Morgan gestures to where a few of the guests are coupled up doing simple night club two-step dancing, that so-American, so casual, so easy-going vanilla of dance types. Plus, if we're being, he doesn't know how to dance. He just find Monet to be very interesting. "Maybe like...maybe like they are?" he suggests.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>Monet St. Croix would glance over at the dancers and then shrug, "If you prefer. I find it quite.. Boring. If only as it is so mechanical a process that there is no real style to it. No effort required, nor is there any particular grandeur to it. I have no issues with it if that is your preference." SHe would gesture over at Morgan then to lead over to the floor over then and follow along after him.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:416|Ben Grimm (416)}} has posed:'''<br>Ben Grimm laughs, "Oh, I can't do the dunk contest. I can jump decent, but y ou don't wanna be anywhere nearby when I land. They ain't never gonna call me Air Grimm," he says.<br><br>"Vince McMahon did try to get me to play for the XFL once years ago when it was starting up and I had to tell him no cause I'd end up hurtin' someone way too bad. Plus, running? I'll pass, fella."<br><br>He watches the young people head over towards the dance floor and mutters towards Diana, "I think he may have bitten off more than he can chew."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> Diana watches the two go to dance which makes her show a quick smile before she turns to Ben and laughs softly. "I have heard discussion of pro sports, and how some want powered people, mutants and metas, to be kept far away from them... The XFL... mmm, I do not remember that one. But I imagine it was much more open to new ideas. Such as you turning their field in to a crater as you throw the other team around." She says in good humor, with a light laugh for the Fantastic Thing.<br><br> "Maybe I should try out for the Knicks?" She then says with a beaming smile before waving to that same old couple who are now walking back by, arguing with each other, like an old couple does!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:3618|Morgan Finn (3618)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, who knows," Morgan says to the somewhat stuck-up Monet. "Maybe if you try new things, you'll find something unexpected to like." His smile never leaves his face and his good-natured tone never once falters. For whatever reason, this kid is on top of the world these past several days. "Okay, so it goes like this, I guess," Morgan says as he puts his hands on Monet's hands. Truthfully, he's trying to imitate the other dances he sees. He may not have experience, but he's a natural athlete and there is no sport he's ever tried that he hasn't excelled at. So it really only takes him a few moments to get the rhythms down. And you could do worse than practice dancing with a beautiful girl like Monet, despite the fact that she's a bit on the haughty side.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>Monet St. Croix would glance at Morgan, "I have analysed it and I see very little that aestheticaly appeals. There is no art to it and it is rather rote." SHe would say with all the sort of seriousness of one that considered the subject final, but was willing ot accomodate on it. Monet's movements are.. Well, if she might say perfect. Flawless. She is a mirror to her partner's maneuvers, matching them exactly going along to the music. Even if she's not quite matching how to properly dance, to her it seems politer to maintain an equality with her companion.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:416|Ben Grimm (416)}} has posed:'''<br>Ben Grimm wavers a hand back and forth at Diana, "They can and have done a lot worse than you. I'm not even sure you could carry that team to victory. Bunch o' bums," he mutters under his breath. "You'd look good in the uniform. But you look good in everything, don'tcha, Princess?" he says with a crooked grin.<br><br>He's switched from wine to some sort of fruity cocktail, the kind with a little umbrella, adjusting his cardigan as he takes a sip. "I'd be a real good hockey goalie, though. If the ice could keep me up."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> The party continues with more people mingling in and around the interior room here within the Embassy, as well as the courtyard outside. Diana stands near the bar with Ben, sipping a drink as she smiles at what he says. "Oh, I'm sure. Silk shorts and a basketball jersey. Not my normal look, but maybe change is in order. It is a new year after all." She laughs lightly then.<br><br> "And yes, they could park you in front of their net and just have the best goalie ever." She says with a grin for him. "I guess... maybe that is why there are some against the notion of such a thing." And then there's a smirk from the Princess.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:3618|Morgan Finn (3618)}} has posed:'''<br>Sharp-eared Morgan comments from the small dance floor, "Plastic-Man would make a better goalie."<br><br>"Okay," he says "What is your idea of artistic dancing? Since I moved in to the embassy I've learned how to fight. I've learned how to cook. I've learned ho..." He stops himself cold from completing something he was about to say. "So teach me how to dance with artistry," he suggests to Monet. He lets go of the girl's hands and stands straight, watching her.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1590|Booster Gold (1590)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sound of music floats in near the bar. Not the musical about the Alps - but a song heavy on synth and electronic beats. It starts quiet, but then begins to pick up until it has gone from not quite to noticeable to impossible not to notice. As the volume rises, the sound of a shocked and excited voice is heard (albeit somewhat digitized). "Oh my god, that's Booster Gold's entrance music!"<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sure enough, mere moments later in strides Booster Gold, flashing that million dollar Booster Gold smile. "Please, no autographs, no autographs" he says, putting up his hands as if to deflect attention, as he makes his way towards the bar. The music somehow vanishes around the time that he approaches, and the observant might the small flash of a little gold object whiz away from the general vicinity.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>Monet St. Croix would glance at Morgan at his words, going to listen over and add 'goalie' to the list of things that one expected Ben Grimm to perform. "Very well. Music and engagement have a ritual over to them. Depending on the type of music being played, culture, class of association, formality, nationality, and numerous other things. The same dances will often have local variations dependent on tradition and experience."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She would glance at Morgan flatly, "This particular song would probably have something more informal accompanying it. As it is intended for mass entertainment." She doesn't say 'for the masses entertainment' though if one were to look at her body language it might be implied. Even as she would go to elaborate more than Booster would be entering in and she would be distracted.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:416|Ben Grimm (416)}} has posed:'''<br>Ben Grimm nods to Diana, "You'd sell a hell of a lot o' posters, that's for sure. Do kids still buy posters? Maybe their rooms are just plastered with digital screens now, I dunno," he mutters, eternal old man that he is.<br><br>Booster's arrival gets a slight eye roll, "I see I'm gonna be needin' a stronger drink," he mutters to Diana, eyes still keeping track of the interplay between Morgan and Monet.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> This response has Diana lightly laughing. "I believe posters are still a thing, yes. Surprising. But, they are hanging on." Pun intended! She is about to say something else when Booster makes his big entrance, which has her head turning to look upon him. This garners a smirk from the Princess before she summons up another friendly smile. Her left hand leaves her drink glass and she waves to him.<br><br> "Welcome to the gathering. Please feel free to make yourself at home. There is plenty to partake in, drinks, food, and otherwise." She says as a proper hostess would on this casual evening of fun and mingling.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1590|Booster Gold (1590)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Thank you, I very much appreciate the invitation! I am so happy that you thought to include me." Booster's smile is beaming. She hadn't, of course. No one ever intentionally signs up for the Booster Gold experience. Likely he intercepted Blue Beetle's invitation. At some point, people will stop inviting him, too. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Booster turns to regard the Thing, and nods to him. "Mr. Thing - I have always been a big fan. Truly."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:3618|Morgan Finn (3618)}} has posed:'''<br>When Monet gets distracted by Booster Gold, she may not even notice him slip away from the dance floor. He tried. He's played enough sports to know that most times that you step up to the plate you're going to whiff. It's just the law of the universe. He steps up to the bar and orders himself an ice-cold beer. He's on Themysciran soil right now and there's drinking age in Themyscira. Loopholes. He grabs a few of the donuts (some of the ones that didn't fall on the floor) and sits down on a stool. Donuts and beer? Well, there's no accounting for taste, I guess.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>Monet St. Croix would glance at the comment from Diana, listening over and using the comment to help distract herself from Booster's arrival. Then she would head along and off it with Morgan, "If they play later tonight something more formal for dancing I will attempt to teach you something fitting for the occasion." Monet had offered after all so it was only fair given she had stated that the current one was not something she considered 'classy' enough. Instead fo going to the buffet, she would go to pay attention tot he conversations, not inserting herself into them.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> When Ben lumbers off, Diana looks to Morgan ordering his drink. She shows him a faint smirk. "Go easy on that stuff. Okay?" She says to him softly before her eyes go back to Booster.<br><br> "How are things with you, Mister Gold?" She asks of him now, as she waves to another arriving young couple, coming in from the busy courtyard area outside.<br><br> Diana sees Monet having returned, and she smiles to her. "How was the dance?" She asks. "I might get out there in a bit myself..." She says with a grin.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1590|Booster Gold (1590)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"As well as ever. And please, call me Booster. That's what all the ladies do." Booster waggles his eyebrows dramatically. "I actually have a new business idea that I have been pondering..." He cuts off as Monet arrives at the bar, and offers her a nod. He switches gears entirely as Diana confesses to a desire to go out and dance, turning to regard the Princess. "If you would be willing to do me the honor, I would glad escort you out to the dance floor." Sudden politeness out of Booster - suspicious.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> Diana smirks at Morgan, before she looks back to Booster. His offer for the dance has her smiling again. She sets aside her drink, then reaches out a hand. "I accept. Though... not because of any success, or failure, rate that you might have had with such offers to previous women." She chides the man lightly. She'll go with him then to the dance floor setup and move to join him in such there-in!<br><br> "So what is this idea that you had, if I might be so inclined to ask? Or is it early, and very hush hush still?" She asks with a playful lilt to the edge of her tone and expression.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1590|Booster Gold (1590)}} has posed:'''<br>There is a look of shock on Booster Gold's face as Diana accepts. "Err. Yes, of course." He brings up that smile again and takes her hand, and does in fact manage to lead her successly out to the dance floor.<br><br>"Have I /ever/ done anything hush hush?" he asks, with a grin. "I am finalizing some of the app, but I am going to launch a gig platform for superheroic needs." He manages to slip into a fairly capable dance with the Princess. "So those heroes who are looking to pick up some spare cash can offer their services on the app, and be accessible to the people." He pauses. "That's an oversimplification, of course. But there are plenty of heroes out there who have trouble making ends meet, because they keep getting fired for showing up late or missing shifts and being unable to tell their boss it's because they were busy fighting the giant purple ape down the block."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> The song is a nice paced slow number, so the duo move together out on the dance room here in the Embassy's entertainment hall.<br><br>His explanation about the hero app has Diana tilting her head as she considers it, then she smiles warmly at the idea. "I like it." She says. "Though it does sound like it could have some legal complications. For instance, if you hire some ... well ... less than capable powered people, who cause more damage than they help solve, you could be liable for that, no?" She asks.<br><br> A glance is given away at someone who says her name, and she offers a wave before she looks back to Booster. "Still though, there is merit there, and you may have a winner on your hands." She says with a quick grin.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>While the concept of heroes being available for hire for specific jobs makes sense, it does take Monet a moment to analyse it. "How do you plan to address the logistical hurdles? Ensuring payment from clients, finding a safe way in turn to transfer the funds to those whom are doing jobs while also respecting their identities if covert both ways? Presuming that certain members may also wish to keep thier identities concealed from yourselves as well? And to ensure that any databases made are not vulnerable if their security is breached? And for a way to transfer the assets that does not risk any sort of attention or stand out upon closer inspection?"<br><br>Thoughtful over. "The idea is sound, and the logistical hurdles are likewise managable." Her listening attentively over to the back and forth.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1590|Booster Gold (1590)}} has posed:'''<br>"Yeah, there are some tricks to it. I talked with Ted, and his laywers gave me some ideas to make sure none of it reflects on me." Booster grins a bit as Diana expresses her approval. "I'm glad that you like it. A portion of everything will go to charities selected by the heroes - and they can enhance how much is donated, up to one hundred percent, if they want." <br><br>A glance is spared towards Monet, and he nods. "I've got people handling all of that," he says. "Top, men." He pauses. "According to Ted, at least." He flashes her a grin. <br><br>Booster continues to dance with Diana, and as it turns out, is actually not a bad dancer. He smiles at her last comment, and makes an attempt to dip Diana. "I feel like I already have a winner on my hands tonight," he smoothly says, with a smile.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> The very insightful, and well thought out, questions from Monet has Diana looking her way, and then back to Booster with a continued beaming smile. "She brings up good points..." The Princess says in her Themysciran accented English.<br><br> The dip is accepted, and the Princess plays right along with it, when she comes back up, she is laughing with a bubbly melodic sound to it. "Well." She says a moment or so later. "I do recommend that you enroll new heroics you find in the Justice League's city training that takes place at the Hall in Metropolis..." She has to say.<br><br> "We make efforts to train young heroes in how to reduce collateral damage to the buildings, and enviroment around them..." She shows another quick smile as they sway.<br><br> "Hopefully, that could help too."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>The mention of 'top. men.' has Monet staring over at Booster flatly over in response but is accepted. She presumes that either the system will be reliable or those whom are signing up for it will have made the decision for other reasons.<br><br>"Also you will need multiple levels of insurance, some degree of liability waivers inherent and a formal contractual process in place. One that is simple to grasp as well for those that might be hiring you for short term engagements of a more informal nature. YOu will need to write up something that is binding, comprehensive, but also easily coherent and ensure that those who sign it understand what services they are receiving and what the limitations are upon it."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1590|Booster Gold (1590)}} has posed:'''<br>"That is a wonderful idea - I rather like it. Do you mind if I credit you with the suggestion?" Booster whirls Diana round in a lovely dance, as they chat about his latest scheme, er, busines venture. "I would want it to be as accessible as possible." <br><br>He glances over towards Monet and nods. "A lot of the liability will be assumed by the heroes, although I suppose we could be consultative in offering that as an added benefit." <br><br>Pushing his luck, he spins Diana out for a moment, and then pulls her back in.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>Zatanna Zatara plays the quintessential New Yorker, dressed a la Hepburn in a chic little black dress, heels, and a droll fascinator sitting at an angle on her shoulder-length raven hair. She stands, silhouetted in the archway a moment, before crossing the room to Diana's side and the group she stands with, giving them each a nod and a pleasant smile. <br><br> "Hello, Diana, so glad I wasn't too late," she murmurs, leaning to provide the princess with air kisses on each cheek.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> "You're fine to mention me, so long as it is not during any litigation." Diana says with a little laugh as she looks to Monet. A nod is given to the French woman. "You might look to offer her a job, as well. She seems to have a lot of ideas in how to protect your interests."<br><br> And then Diana goes spinning outward! Her right hand clutches Boosters as she reaches the apex of the spin, just as Zatanna arrives. Air kisses are given back, and the Princess smiles to her. "So glad that you made it, Zatanna. Please, make yourself comfortable..." And then she is spinning back to her dance partner.<br><br> She laughs softly again.<br><br> "But yes... if the League can help with this, or I, just ask and we shall do our very best."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1590|Booster Gold (1590)}} has posed:'''<br>A beaming smile remains on Booster's face, as he nods to Diana. "I thank you, very much. For the advice, and for the dance." He releases her, bowing his head briefly as if suddenly learning some etiquette. "But I would not wish to hog the host all night." He does, however, offer to escort her back to the bar from the dance floor.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>Monet St. Croix would glance at Booster Gold, "There is a difference if you are working as a third party transaction to cover the circumstances or you are treating those within the purview of the organization as freelancers or subcontractors. They have very different limitations of liability. For those that would work under you in any case would require extensive insurance coverage no matter what form the employment takes. Because they are being paid for services remitted they must accept a degree of responsibility for what occurs that in most circumstances is considered unnecessary due to the nature of good samaritan engagements. But any sort of transaction will no doubt include a clause for responsibility of some degree of damages."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1429|Selene Gallio (1429)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ah yes! The blond one." Selene says to herself as she steps up to the row of busts in her fitting room and picks up the blonde wig with a tight bun already styled into it. Slowly she slips it onto the bald cap she's wearing on top of her normal hair and smiles as she makes sure her foundation and make up work JUST right for tonight. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Standing up and reaching down to her calves and making sure her hose sit perfectly, Selene's white dress falls from where it had bunched up around her knees to pool around her ankles in a tight hip hugging dress that shows off much of her skin though the sleeves built in go all the way down into a golden ring that goes onto her middle fingers and down her palm in a sort of Star Trek sort of way. "Perfect." She says and with a tap of her finger, her brown eyes shift to a radiant ice blue. "Hello Emma." She says to herself in the mirror before adjusting herself and making sure she fills the dress out perfectly and turns to wiggle her rear at the mirror and then blows herself a kiss before walking out the door. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Minutes later, Selene, as Emma steps into the embassy, her heels clicking strongly but quietly against the floors as she walks deep into the party, giving simple nods and polite waves to those around as she makes her way directly towards the bar.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> Diana finishes the dance with Booster, and makes her way back off of the dance floor. She gives him that same beaming smile. "Thank you, kindly. A very nice dance." She says back to him before she glances to Monet, and reaches out to put a hand on the side of her arm. "You are very well informed on these matters. A lawyer might be your true destiny, rather than combatant." She says happily to her before looking to the new arrival.<br><br> Emma Frost? Something feels a bit off about it though.<br><br> Diana waves to her anyway. "Welcome, so glad you could make it." She says to the woman rushing to the bar, before she glances in Zatanna's direction again. "How have you been?" She asks her League friend.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>The black feathers on her hat nod happily as Zatanna smiles back at Diana. "Glad to be here, generally well, what with everything that is descending on us in Manhattan."<br><br> She wings a hello and a smile to Monet, who she had last seen at Grand Central Station. Then snags a champagne glass in one lace-gloved hand before going to the buffet. After furbishing her plate with shrimp and canapes, she drifts backto the edge of the dance floor next to Diana to watch the proceedings and sip her drink.<br><br>Someone enters the room, hidden momentarily from view by the dancers, and Zatanna's head turns at a tiny frisson of the supernatural in the room. Emma? Her feathered hat tilts even more tipsily as she gazes at the blond woman quizzically.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>Monet St. Croix would shake her head at Diana, "I do not puruse combat because I believe it is what I wish to fully dedicate myself to. I pursue it because for this world it is required to be able to best aid and protect others. With any talents, if one requires proficiency in it, then one must learn from the best. And the American legal system is too ridden with easily manipulatable definitions to be truly challenging thanks to the fallibilities of English as a language."<br><br>Turning to face Emma, Monet's expression would go fully flat. "Ms. Frost." She would offer to the CEO.<br><br>Zatanna would get a glance from Monet. Fascination as she would observe for just a moment.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1429|Selene Gallio (1429)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;An eyebrow raises and the blonde woman smiles towards Diana, and she reaches a hand out to touch Diana's arms as she approaches. "Glad to be here, I wanted to make sure things were alright with the old hotel before I came by here, but things are drastically changing for me again, but yeah, always time for a party." Emma says with a smile before she turns back as Diana goes over to Zatanna and the white queen wants some red wine. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a glance to Zatanna, and then to Monet, Selemma smiles showing off her nearly perfect teeth. "Evening, and greetings." She says to the two, waving as politeness dictates, yet she doesn't linger, she continues to move towards the bar instead. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'll have your finest merlot please." She says towards the bartender and then waits to pick it up and turns to examine the place slowly. Eyes go up to the ceilings, and then down to the floors. A hand is extended slowly as she's trying to feel something in the air, on the floor, but not with her fingers, with her very being she's searching for something.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> Diana gives Monet another a smile. "You will be very good at it, I am sure." She quietly says to her before her eyes go back to Zatanna. "Yes, there is always something calling us to action, more and more every year, so it seems. But..." She trails off her words then as her eyes go back to Emma.<br><br> "Are you okay?" Diana asks of the White Queen, giving a look at what the woman is doing.<br><br> "Have you been to the Embassy before, Emma?" Diana asks, knowing full well the answer to that is no.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1590|Booster Gold (1590)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meandering his way from the dance floor towards the bar, Booster Gold obtains a drink, and exchanges a brief conversation with a small floating yellow object. "Time to go, Skeets."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"But sir," protests the robot. "You are doing so well. They even like your idea!"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Booster Gold shakes his head, finishing off the drink quickly. "The key, Skeets, is to always leave them wanting more."<br><br>He takes a few steps towards the exit, pausing briefly to send a thank you to Diana. "Thank for you for your hospitality, and the dance." Another warm. Apparently he /can/ be charming and respectful - from time to time. He realizes she is deep in conversation, and so he does not linger to pull her out of it. That said, he makes his way towards the exit, while he is still ahead.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>Glancing between Emma and Diana, the homo magi sips her champagne with an odd expression then looks at her glass to determine if it had gone flat. <br><br>There seems, to her ears, to be an edge of a challenge to Diana's question to the white-robed woman that brings her full attention to the conversation, which she is careful not to let appear on her face. <br><br>Her blue eyes flicker to Monet an instant, wondering what it is that has tripped her inner alarm.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>Less alarm, and more a passive dislike for Emma in general. Apparently the mini-me version of the blonde had some level of irritation with her, rather than any sort of alarm. Monet at least isn't going to throw out a taunt at Emma. No, this is a party event. <br><br>There is no real sense of anything being wrong in Monet's form. "HIs idea is passible, however the contractual necessities and insurance issues will require far more investment than is to be made from employment even in best possible circumstances." <br><br>Monet St. Croix would glance over at Zatanna.. Then ever so lightly catch Diana's challenge and turn her attention to Emma and back. A sense of very light confusion in her body language that would rapidly be inhibited. M -never- would showcase that she did not get something. That implied weakness. So any sort of shift in her mannerisms would rapidly vanish.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1429|Selene Gallio (1429)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Surprised to find Diana standing before her and actively giving her attention, Selene looks up to the younger woman, but pauses as she realizes Emma is supposed to be the younger one, but still confident in herself. "Me? I'm simply perfect." The telepathic vampire witch says with a dashing sort of smile, one hand lowering and the other continues to hold her drink near the stem and lifts it to take a sip. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Me? Here? Previously? No no no, this is my first time, I find it... much more decadent than I had expected, but to see that you Themyscrians can really throw a party is, so enjoyable and wonderful." Emma says, building up Diana's place of work before she steps closer to the raven haired demi-goddess, and puts a hand on the woman's elbow, "You'll have to show me around if you get the chance to step away. I'm ever so curious." Unaware that she's setting off peoples 'Spider-sense' even though, the telepathy can really catch onto such vibes, Selene doesn't react to them. Not yet.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> The Emma that stands before her is given a continued smile by Diana. She nods once to the response she gets, then reaches a hand out to touch the side of her arm when her own elbow is touched. "Of course. I would be happy to show you around in a bit. But in the now, just enjoy the food, drink, and dance floor too, if you'd like..." She glimmers a grin then before her eyes go back to Monet.<br><br> "I am sure Mister Gold will figure all of that out in time. Or... well... you have to take your chances, in life, if you want to succeed. A lot of failures will come before any successes too."<br><br> She steps over to the bar herself, glances at Zatanna, then glances to 'Emma'. Zatanna would know that Diana doesn't fully believe the White Queen's persona...<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>Nothing appears untoward to Monet St. Croix, whom just if one had to read her very minutely shifting body language over seemed almost smug over that the others were taking the wholly correct choice in their natural response to Emma. A very light look of inner superiority that would fade quickly. It wasn't polite to beopenly smug over an informal atmosphere. So M would go over towards the bar, not getting any food, merely going to turn over her shoulder to gaze over at the rest in light thought and very, very light amusement. But then Emma would be given her attention once more.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>Not even the black feathers dipping drunkenly over Zatanna's forehead move when she acknowledges Diana's glance with a swift side to side eye movement and a pursed lip frown. She pivots gracefully in place, champagne glass to her lips to look back at the blond woman and holds up her glass in a toast to this woman who would be Emma Frost. <br><br>"It's M, isn't it? What have you been up to since I saw you last?" Zee asks moving to her side.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1429|Selene Gallio (1429)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A look between the two witches is simple enough, innocent enough, and as such, Selene raises her glass in a distant 'cheers' towards Zatanna before taking another pull, and turning her attention back onto Diana. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Of course darling, of course. It is a wonderful party, and I appreciate it." Emma says, turning away from Diana as she locks eyes with Monet and she pauses briefly, oh this woman does NOT like Emma. Perhaps it's best to- Emma lifts her drink to take a longer, more rogueish type of pull, a long swish in her cheek before swallowing and she is nearly empty, turning back to the bar instead of doing the scans she was doing earlier. For now.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:2262|Monet St. Croix (2262)}} has posed:'''<br>Monet St. Croix would give Zatanna a nod, "Yes." It is M! The other woman remembered. "I have been pursuing research on the current aggressors and lending my aid to those efforts made to repel them, working on assignment with the faculty of the Institute I attend," by that she means the X-Men, "attending to other events within the city, assisting in the monitoring of Bushwhack for threats which might avail themselves against the region, maintaining as one of my social status is required to.."<br><br>Now the smugness shows - she's quite happy to list off all the things she's good at and can do.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>Zatanna quashes a moment of smugness of her own when Monet starts to puff up like a pigeon over her own importance. She smiles gently, nodding abstractedly at the list of M's accomplishments while she puzzles over who is under that blonde wig albeit expensive and very real looking. Because performer that she is, the magician has seen a lot of stage costumes. Her magic nose metaphorically twitches.<br><br>She observes to M, "They have needed all the help they could get, what with Jon being the chosen One and running himself ragged managing everything by himself."<br> <br>
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