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Alison Blaire	It's not an audition. Repeat to yourself, Alison: It's not an audition. Except that, in a way, it kind of is. It's just an audition to one of the most famous line-ups in the world. No pressure, right? T'Challa had informed the Avengers that Alison had expressed some interest in joining the team and to be on the lookout for her. So when the blonde woman made it to the Avengers Mansion and asked if she could have anyone's time, it wasn't much of a surprise. The pop star, however, was wondering what they would make of her. Although her powers were no secret, she was still primarily known as a pop diva. Even if she had volunteered and played a significant support role during the angelic invasion driving medical supplies and evacuating, that was still very different from... well. Avenging.
Janet van Dyne	One of the house attendants opens the door. Security at the Avenger's facility is the epitome of high-end life; everywhere, but discreetly positioned. The complex scanners built into the front archway are enough to keep most infiltrators, terrorists, or vengeful exes from getting inside. Allison's greeted cordially, offered a refreshment, and escorted to the recreation room. There's a large TV, books, music, anything someone could ask for. Table games, board games, consoles, VR headsets. The Avengers don't seem to make a lot of use of the room-- or, the staff's just that good at keeping things tidy. Janet's sitting at one of the gaming tables when Alison arrives. "Miss Blaire," the attendant announces, and gestuers for Alison to head in while Janet waves her welcome. She's wearing a smart skirtsuit, a jacket in Danger Yellow and a black miniskirt on the near side of being too short for an office. Of course, the jacket's worn with nothing under it, so its likely HR already had an apoplexy. Custom black leather Louboutain pumps with a signature yellow sole are a stylish accessory, as are the onyx-in-silver earrings and bracelet she's wearing. A humble gold chain hangs around her neck with a slightly scuffed but very well-loved patriotic shield dangling from it. "Alison! Or do you wanna go by Dazzler while you're here? I'm so glad you could make it," she assures her, and offers the pop star a squeeze of both hands along with a socially cordial air-kiss to the cheek. "C'mon in. You need anything to eat? Drink? Had brunch? We can do mimosas. Bill," she calls over her shoulder. "I'm on it, ma'am," he assures Janet, and heads down the hall to the kitchen.
Alison Blaire	Alison is a big contrast to Janet. She is dressed formally, but obviously to not attract attention: a sensible pantsuit in black with modest silver accents here and there. Subtle make-up and her hair is not in the Dazzler mane but in a sober ponytail. Sensible shoes. She looks like she is coming to apply for an intern position rather than a mainliner... which could be excused, seeing as how the sight of Dazzler showing up at the Avengers Mansion could whip up a media frenzy of speculation. Not knowing what her prospects were, it was best to err on the side of caution. The only nod to her identity is a pinned ornament on the breast of her jacket, which gives off that iridescent sheen that some people called 'holograms' in the eighties. "Either name is fine," she says with a smile, after the greeting, "And a mimosa would be wonderful- I had to pry my agent off the ceiling this morning, so I could use the refreshment. Thank you for agreeing to see me- I know it was a very short notice."
Janet van Dyne	"I was in the area," Janet says, with that inherent social grace of New England aristocracy. She sits back down in her chair and tucks her skirt with her fingertips, legs crossing at the knee. Faux french-tip fingers interlace on the table and she flashes a reassuring smile at Dazzler. "So. Alison," she says, opting to use first names. "First-- loved the party. Nadia apparently has a record she needs you to sign for her," she advises the blonde performer. "That was a hell of a show." "I admit I'm a little surprised to hear you making a pitch for a team," she remarks a beat later. "You've been doing the solo thing for a few years, haven't you? What's changed your mind, got you thinking about getting more into the capes and tights crew?"
Alison Blaire	"Oh, then you must let me sign it before I head out. Don't let me leave without reminding me!" She wouldn't. Not Janet. "I loved playing for the party. It's not every day I get to play in outer space." she beams, "It's definitely been the highli8ght of my career so far. Not even playing the Strahov could really stand up to that." The pop star takes the question and sits on it for a few seconds. She has thought of these questions herself, she just wants to make sure her answers reflect her approach accurately. "Well, yes. I have done things here and there when it was needed- just like everybody else, I pitched in when Earth was getting invaded- how many times was it last year? Or the year before? You know it's bad when you start to lose count," she chuckles, "But at least this year has been clea-" she glances over and knocks on the table, "Clear so far. And I have been offered a spot in a few teams, but I've been focused on my musical career a lot. I thought to myself, 'well, being an openly mutant public performer is my way of making a difference', especially given the hatred spewed by the likes of Filipe Caradenza in the entertainment world. And, you know, do some good on the side when things get crazy." She sits back and crosses her legs at the knee, hands clasped at her knees as she speaks, "But then I realized that it wasn't really enough. I discovered how easily people can compartamentalize. Some people can deal with the singer without having to deal with who and what I am. I was able to coast by without problems for so long because my mutation isn't evident, and now I can have a public career thanks to the efforts of so many mutants who had it much harder than me. And, well..." she sighs and furrows her brow, "When I look at my choices, I realize I am coming across like a selfish brat, wouldn't you say?"
Janet van Dyne	"Ugh. 'Mutant'," Janet says, wrinkling her nose. "It's such a Boomer word, isn't it? I can get some radical elective surgery and grow insect wings, I'm a superhero. God gives you the sparkle fingers, you're a monster." She eyerolls theatrically and makes a crude gesture of dismissal. "You won't run into that here," she assures Dazzler. "We've hosted Hank McCoy for a while, Rogue... Emma Frost is an old girlfriend of mine, she was even considering joining up at one point. Mutants, metahumans, whatever-- it's about what you *do* that's most important." She shifts her posture a little, releasing a bit of the tension that frames her words. Janet's not a performer of Alison's stripe, but her body language can be subtly evocative. "Avengers don't exactly bake cookies and paint walls," she advises Alison. "If you want to work with us you're gonna need to pass muster with Steve or T'challa. I thought I was a badass up until Steve and I started dating, then I found out he'd been taking it easy on me the whole time." She grimaces and twists her back, making her lower spine pop. "We go in hard and there's been more than a few times when we had to do it with lethal force. Is that going to be a problem for you?" Janet stares directly into Alison's eyes with that question, clearly looking for any sign of deception or uncertainty.
Alison Blaire	"It really is a distinction without different. But I guess the prejudice comes in the fact that anyone could be born one of us. That any of their children could suddenly manifest eyebeams or get blue fur and muscles the size of cantaloupes. And it's very telling of them that the first thing they think of is that they will become threats... they are, most of the time, suspicious of their own children." She pauses, thinking about her own father, and her lips twist into a smirk, "And they never for a moment stop to think about what it says about them as parents." She stares right back into Janet's eyes. "Oh, yes m'am, I am ready and willing to do my best to rise up to the challenge. Like I said, I don't fully know the extents of my own powers, but there's more to them than the light show. I thought it wasn't in me to use lethal force, but that.. changed when I saw those angels trying to destroy my city. I don't know... exactly what it means for my immortal soul in the long term, but there are a few angels that didn't make their flight back." She pauses for a second, and then purses her lips slightly, "... I haven't even told Kurt about that, back at the School. If he hears about it he's going to suggest I say rosaries until I am eighty."
Janet van Dyne	Janet holds up a palm, looks away with her eyes closed as if digging for saintly compassion in the face of a mortal insult. "Buh buh buh," she says, over the end of Alison's words. "First, don't 'ma'am' me, it's Janet in the mansion or Miss van Dyne if you're nasty." Amusement lurks in the corner of her mouth and green eyes. "Second, I'm still not convinced those were angels. But I appreciate that you got out there and opposed them. I'd rather be in hell with friends than alone in heaven, y'know?" She sits back in her chair again, shifting to recross her legs. "I don't get the sole vote of course. Steve and T'challa, like I said, they'll put you through some paces. Maybe Carol, too. Then we have an informal vote about it. Active membership can be a little fluid," she admits, hand wobbling in the air. "We're a team, not a dictatorship. So it'll come down to what the others say. But-- I think you'll fit in nicely," she promises Alison, and flashes a megawatt smile at the starlet.
Alison Blaire	"Yes, Janet," Alison says with a smile of her own, "And by all means, I'm looking forward to being put through the paces. I have a lot to learn, but I do think it's... I don't know, at this point I feel it's a moral duty for me to try to make it in the team. I feel it's the right thing to do because of... well. Everything. And let's be honest, the Avengers need a theme song!" That last one was very much a jest, "I did know Doctor McCoy was in the team at one point- he's the sweetest, gentlest man. Once you get accustomed to the shedding in the teacher's lounge..." she confides, "But he has unexpected sides to him. You wouldn't expect a man of his frame to be able to pull off a corset, fishnets and high heels at a talent show, but he is full of surprises." She watches Janet for a reaction with a slightly impish expression, "I do hope I can make it in! Will T'Challa and Steve reach out to me to beat me up- I mean, put me through the audition?" she says with a chuckle.
Janet van Dyne	Janet just beams back at Alison's outrageous sally. "I told him that was a one-time thing. Do you know how hard it is to find pumps for a guy with hands for feet?" She slaps the table lightly to punctate her joke and rises. "I'll make sure one or both of them finds some time to work with you," she promises Alison. "And don't take it badly if you end up on your ass a few times. If they think they can train you up, they'll work with you until you're ready. I don't know when our next mission is; are you living nearby or are you still up in Westchester? Some callouts end up being 'grab whoever's in the Mansion and is wearing pants'," she remarks. "But if we need to swing north and pick you up, it's only a ten or twenty minute flight I think."
Alison Blaire	Alison laughs at the joke, and then shakes her head to the following remark. "Trust me, I will not take it hard. I got electrocuted by a Shi'ar when they tried to attack the mansion and that was a learning experience. I'm no longer living in Westchester, I've got an apartment here and I was looking to change it to Battery Park- the recording studio's close by there anyways, so I should be an easy grab unless my agent decides now is the time for that British tour." She shakes her head, "I told him I don't want to look into that until at least next year. That new exclusive arena just went up in London and I am sure as hell not going to try to compete with four Swedish holograms and forty years worth of fanbase building," she chuckles, "There's always next year. I can sort of fly on my own as well. Not... real flight. More like bursts. I haven't clocked how fast I can go, but traveling in a straight line from Battery Park to the Mansion should be faster than dealing with Big Apple traffic I'd think!"
Janet van Dyne	Janet laughs merrily and offers Alison a properly aristocratic handshake, wrist relaxed and fingers down. "Maybe I should have worked the recruitment angle when I was negotiating for the concert payout. That'll teach me, right?" she says, and grins again. It's at that moment that the long-awaited Mimosas arrive, and Janet arches a brow at the steward. "Did you have to go to France for the Champagne?" she inquires with a lofty tone. He grimaces apologetically, and sets the pitcher and two flutes down. "I'm sorry, miss van Dyne, we were all out of Dom. I think Mister Stark appropriated the last of it. I hope this will work for you." Janet rolls her eyes in irritation, and dismisses the fellow with a little gesture of acknowledgement that it wasn't *completely* his fault. She collects both flutes, and offers one to Alison. "A toast, to the newest Avenger recruit?" she suggests.