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Maria Hill	So many people across the organization had recieved promotions or step increases effective the paycheck hitting two days prior. There are several new recruits and trainees as well added, so the Morale department of the Administration division insisted that some of the budget overage for the division should be going towards hosting a large promotion and welcome party for the entire organization. Or at least those in the Triskelion that weren't on duty at the time of the party being hosted. The normally bland and non-decorated cafeteria (excuse us, the Food Court, having been renamed to the latter four years ago in some attempt to sound more palatable to the mass of agents) has been taken over by the Morale Team, with multi-colored streamers and generic 'It's a Party!' luau and tropical-themed decorations of the sort one might purchase from Its Just a Dollar! stores sticky-tacked all over the walls; with equally cheap but festive centerpieces on the round tables. The buffet-style food areas are filled with a ton of catered food that your typical agent would likely gorge upon: varying from pizzas from Angelo's (cheese, meat lovers, hawaiian and supreme); BBQ from The Greatest Oinking (pulled pork, brisket, ribs, bbq chicken, corn on the cob, mac and cheese, corn bread muffins, coleslaw, baked beans, fries, and steamed broccoli); and sushi from Toyko A-GoGo! (too many different rolls and nigiri to list, along with tempura, miso soup, seaweed salad, 'wasabi' and ginger)... and of course, beside the coffee machines there's also iced tea and the soda fountains have been freshly refilled. And then there's catered desserts in the form of cupcakes and hand-tarts from a local bakery. The Deputy Director has even made her way out of her office (along with several of the division directors) to join int he festivities. While Coulson is happily bedecked in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts and flip-flops with a cheap plastic lei (there's a pile of them on one of the tables by the entrance for folks to grab), Hill is in her uniform with no indication she is in a festive mood, because Hill doesn't HAVE festive moods.
Jane Foster	Reasons to celebrate: alive, plus/minus one Helicarrier. Not being sucked into a spinning rotor or concussed in a local hospital falls on the plus side of the tally. Some thrilling excitement and boarding dangers aside, Jane is surprisingly in a fine fettle. Hair down -- somewhat, Maria is still around -- and vintage coral earrings give the Hawai'ian theme a little more hue and shape. She is currently beelining with a plate steepled on her fingers for that sushi tray. After giving polite and friendly greetings, anyway. "Hello!" chimes the very-not-dead director of the Hayden Planetarium, which no doubt also appreciates not having a new job vacancy to fill. A pink hibiscus tucked over her ear in lieu of a lei gives real colour, stolen from the plant sitting outside on Dane's back porch. A long, tumbling swirl of her extremely vivid sundress marks where she goes, because she intends at least to look a little in theme. Themely is funly! Mandatorily fun! "Do you want me to bring you sake or tai nigiri, Agent Whitman? This saba roll looks awfully promising, maybe the prawn one?"
Mikhail Uriokovitch	Mikhail was one of the individuals to be honored at this event. Fortunately it at least was not meant to be black tie or incredibly formal, so the former Soviet is there in suitable attire: Hawaiian shirt, cargo shorts, but still wearing tennis shoes, it is for the best that he is not wearing flipflops. The barbecue station is of course the first stop, where Mik piles his plate high and ensuring that there is no wasted space. He is not /entirely/ sober, but close enough to pass. For a first go at the buffet, it is a success, the triumphant Mikhail making his way to secure a seat for himself and his newfound treasure.
Cecily Winters	Food and a little bit of celebration isn't going to be missed, and if you can't keep a good fox down, what about the bad ones? Two weeks on the job and Cecily is already enjoying the fruits of SHIELD medical care. The fox rolls into the Food Court, about as comfortable as she can get strapped into a wheeled mobility assistance device, but at the least has full control over her arms.     Arms that work the controls to roll her forward towards a table of food. Though she does purse her lips, a thoughtful frown on her features as she seems to debate on what she should actually be eating when half her world right now is painkillers. "Well they did say things would be interesting..." she laughs to herself, slumping back a bit, casting a half-smile to the rest gathered. At the moment, the only thing festive about her is the colorful blanket covering her legs. She hasn't had time to snag a lei yet, either! Better than nothing, though. "Oh it all smells so good."
Mary Jane Watson	Well, Mary Jane Watson is not /typically/ a wallflower, but well... she's definitely looking a bit shy for once as this isn't her typical environment. She has a small plate of sushi in front of her, but as far as attire goes... she's actually not gone all tropical, wearing a crimson silk blouse with black business slacks. Of course, the large RECRUIT badge worn on a lanyard around her neck probably has something to do with the fact she missed the email. Still, she looks pretty excited, glancing around curiously at everything happening... and already having helped herself to a lei to try and fit in.
Dane Whitman	The reason Dr. Foster might be inquiring as to serving up Agent Whitman may be linked to the fact that he's moving a little stiffly. Thankfully, nothing was actually broken, but some fairly heavy contusions on his ribs make for not a ton of fun. He's wrapped up under his shirt and a little slower getting around than usual, and that might explain the wince when Agent Darnell Macklin, Mandroid Pilot slaps him on the back in passing: "Hey! Congratulations Agent Monty Python. Really threw you into the pressure cooker, didn't they?" Now Dane is by most standards taller than average and well-built, but given the size of Macklin and his partner Mike Bogdanovitch, it looks like SHIELD picks Mandroid pilots from the ranks of NFL Lineman hopefuls. Which might make sense given the bulk of those suits...if they power down it's going to be awfully tough to move. "Heh...yeah, guess so." Not Dane's first rodeo, but most of his prior pitched battle experience was several centuries back and the technology curve was a lot more flat. "Go ahead and surprise me." He answers Jane though, giving a wry half-smile. And a wave towards Coulson, who grins and nods and tosses Dane a lei.
Shuri	Having been invited to such a thing, Shuri is not usually one to skip out on a party. She is always fascinated by the interesting ways that things are handled outside of Wakanda and a party is not a thing she has seen much of outside of the formal events that she usually attends. So, now she arrives, still dressed in much the way she was when she was with them during the battle. Hidden underneath her garb are a few bandages but thanks to Wakandan medicine, she really isn't all that bad off. Upon arrival, she smiles at all the people here who made things possible but for now she doesn't greet any one person in particular, just choosing instead to look over all that is availble and everyone who is here.
Maria Hill	Convinced to at least grab something to eat by Coulson, Hand, and Levine (whom she has been engaged in conversation with for the past hour or so-- likely all work-related), Hill moves off from the knot of division directors towards the buffet, grabbing a plate with a slice of pizza, a couple of pieces of sushi, and a little of the BBQ. She finds an unclaimed table to sit at, looking stiff and grim as she usually does. The other directors also split off and get food... but sit at separate tables. Look! We're approachable, or something. Maybe.
Jane Foster	Jane is perfectly familiar with Food Court protocols. Her new rank being a sparkly achievement hasn't meant she intends to lord it over anyone. Far from it! Instead, a bright smile thrown to Mikhail singles him out. "Agent Uriokovitch, you were quite spectacular out there. I am glad we had you guarding our backs and wings." Wings? Good enough. She wiggles a chopstick at the barbecued wing selection piled up entirely. Somewhere over yonder is a completely fabulous spread of food, and with that, the uttermost certainty to balance umami out with brighter flavours. Selecting ginger with the reversed chopsticks, she adds a swatch of that and the mock wasabi familiar to many American palates. Cultivating a balance between nigiri and maki, she creates a tidly little ziggurat attended by a Babylonian wall of nori-wrapped goodness. The festivities warrant gliding back and forth among familiar faces, a warm wave to Shuri. "Don't think I have forgotten how brilliant the interface was. Design principles were off the charts, and hello." The surprise is a tough choice: pineapple, or something a bit spicier? Spicy it shall be, as she navigates graciously his way.
Mikhail Uriokovitch	Mikhail has secured himself a seat for himself and sufficient table space for his meat pile when he realizes he is missing a drink. As he goes over to remedy his defective hand, he sees a familiar face. He blinks and walks over, though in human form this time and says in a voice that might be familiar to Mary Jane, "You were there, da?" He is banking on it being obvious, he then turns to hear Jane's comment and gives a nod, but no smile. "Thank you, I do what I can. SHIELD gives me tools, I use them. Thank you for your help, as well. I am merely meat wall, brains keep this going."
Cecily Winters	Despite being wheelchair-bound, Cecily isn't one to take undue advantage of the buffet line with a decidedly temporary affliction, and waits her turn. Having decided on actually dining, and what on, she gathers a small collection of various foods, assembling a plate that doesn't look too much unlike Maria's, if not for differences in the exact items. She shifts a little, uncomfortably, and balances her plate in her free hand. If one were to ask how she managed to get her tails situated in such a seat, her answer would be 'carefully.'     Speaking of Maria, the Deputy Director's table is the fox's destination. The table is as-of-yet unclaimed, and the perpetually grim woman will soon have a companion. Despite the look of discomfort on Cecily's face, she adds some levity to her greeting. "Deputy Director," she speaks up in her off-the-clock gentle tone. "Should I ask if this seat's taken? Because I brought my own..."
Dane Whitman	"Thanks." Dane says to Jane with a smile, shuffling his way over to "Recruit" and taking up a position on the opposite side of where Mikhail has approached, "A little less zany than being trapped in an alternate dimension video game simulation, but the food's a lot better. At least today." He offers a smile and a hand, "Dane Whitman, relatively newly-minted agent. Or guy with the giant shoulderpads the last time you saw me."
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane blinks, looking at Mikhail quizzically for a moment, then she smiles brightly, "Wait, Teddy bear!" She grins, then blushes a little, "Oh, sorry, I mean, yes I was there. Sadly we couldn't keep the outfits I guess." She looks a bit impish at that, standing up and offering Mikhail her hand, "Mary Jane Watson, new recruit, mainly as a result of that and... well, other talents I have." She then follows Mikhail's gaze over towards, "Wait... that's Dr. Jane Foster? My boyfriend is a /huge/ fan of hers." She doesn't sound jealous about that at all, more amazed that Jane's actually in the SHIELD food court than anything else. She then turns and smiles towards Dane, "Mary Jane Watson, and for some reason the thigh high boots and black corset weren't in the dress code pamphlet they sent." She nods, taking the offered hand there as well, "And the sushi has been pretty amazing, really. And that was decidedly more interesting than playing Lady Macbeth." With that, she gets a bit of a wry expression.
Maria Hill	Maria lifts an eyebrow, but does a slight hand-gesture indicating the table is open. "Trainee." She's not a particularly chatty person, whether on duty or off; but she's not being combative or cruel so much as entirely businesslike. "Congratulations on being brought into SHIELD, and on your first mission ending well."
Shuri	Walking into the main area, Shuri smiles at Jane and nods to her before she looks over at the others, all seeming to have fun and talk to one another. She turns herself toward the food for now, seeming to not want to inject herself into things too much and takes up a plate and begins to fill it with various foods. She smiles as she finishes getting what she wants and then notes Mary Jane there and her eyebrow goes up. SHe starts over toward her and listens to waht is being said before laughing a little. "I would not think you would wish to be a part of SHIELD, Mary Jane." She nods to her and then looks toward Maria briefly and then back to Mary Jane, "Why did this come about?"
Mikhail Uriokovitch	"Indeed, I will gladly talk about field work at better time, but yes, eat, drink, be merry, for today we live!" Mik notes to Jane and then laughs loudly. He nods to Dane, "Da, far more sane." He looks to Mary Jane, "I guess I will never live that down, though my costume there is only /slightly/ different from here." He snorts in amusement, "I am Mikhail Uriokovitch, Agent," his accent is fairly heavy at this point. "Also, da, that is Dr. Foster." Shuri's arrival gets another nod, if he had a nickel for each nod he gave. "I do not believe we have met, greetings." It seems to be a very interesting little knot of people around here.
Cecily Winters	Cecily nudges her chair closer, getting into a position where she can put plate to table and still eat. "I appreciate the opportunity, and thank you," she replies to the congratulations. Then she leans back a little, taking stock of the scene around them. "Not too far a cry from the same sort of parties at the precinct..." one corner of her mouth picks up in a faint smile. "...nice bit of familiarity, really." She exhales a sigh and turns back to her food, and to an extent, Maria. "Just thankful they cleared me from medical temporarily so I could attend. I did my best to not miss any promotion or retirement parties when I was still with the PD, too. Connecting with fellow officers was always important...""     Even if Maria isn't the chatty sort, Cecily seems to, for the time being, have enough for both of them. That or she's just happy to be out of bed and seeing smiling faces. A glance at Miss Hill. Mostly. Smiling. Faces. At least Coulson is grinning ear to ear?
Jane Foster	"Playing analyst away from the deck, yes. Though all my data means nothing in the world without someone to act on it. You're impressive to watch in the field, and I know it made quite the difference." Jane bestows that blithe smile on Mikhail, though she's pretty serious about the discussion on hand for all it's a light-hearted party. "Another time, I may have to talk to you about refining my field techniques. But for now, food and drink at SHIELD's expense." Her wink is playful, same as she turns to MJ and gives her that welcoming smile. "Teddy bear? I feel I missed something here. Hello, Ms. Watson." Offering her hand means shifting those chopsticks, but she can manage it with a certain elegance of purpose. Putting the plate on her hand with said additions is easy enough, a high school stint in waitressing showing itself there. "Your boyfriend's a huge fan of mine? Oh dear, and here I know /your/ social media following is on the rise too." The enthusiastic grin brightens up as Dane falls in, her elbow nudging his in a greeting. "Alternate dimensions? You too? You can't be serious," she says, though deadpan, given she more than most knows about said things. "And me without a working bridge to prove it. If you got to take a work trip through one, I need to complain loudly upstairs. I thought I was just out of my damned mind." No fear there, but the warm welcome for Shuri is widened. "Dane, have you met... you know, I should ask, how would prefer we call you? Your Highness? Shuri? I don't wish to be rude."
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane blinks in surprise as she sees, "Shuri! Hey there!" She smiles warmly at her, "Bit of a long story, but basically I got trapped in a weird video game murder thing with Agent Uriokovitch and Agent Whitman, here, along with some others. Guess they liked my swordplay... and, well, how many opportunities /are/ there for actors in New York? Really, it's either this or waiting tables." She grins cheerfully, then directs her attention to Jane. "Yeah, he really is. He's a huge science geek, super smart too. I mean, when he starts talking about that stuff my eyes just kinda glaze over a bit." She looks a bit sheepish at that, but knows her limits in understanding that stuff, "But what Agent Whitman said is true, we were all poofed in there and given very... weird costumes." She doesn't elaborate so much, mainly for Mikhail's benefit. Though if Sam were here... Well, THAT might be different then...
Dane Whitman	"Ah...it wasn't a mission. More like a kidnapping. And honestly it was over almost as soon as it started. Very weird all around." What does it say about Dane's life, or the life of SHIELD Agents in general that this kind of thing is so blase that he hadn't even gotten a chance to mention it to Jane yet? And it wasn't really high-priority enough TO mention given everything else going on? "No, I haven't had the pleasure." Dane notes of being properly introduced to the Princess of Wakanda, "Dane Whitman, it's a pleasure and an honor. Thanks for your help with the Brainiac situation." He'll wait his turn for a handshake, if they're being accepted. Though it looks like he's out of luck, as Director Levine waylays Shuri, likely for some technical conversation they'll both enjoy.
Mikhail Uriokovitch	"Strange video game dream? Whatever it was, I did not like being tiny teddy bear," Mik grumbles to himself. He nods to Jane, "Da, train later, party now!" He laughs heartily and looks to Dane and nods, "Indeed, next time I hope I am not tiny bear again. Hopefully useful from the start." He then realizes that Shuri is a princess and affords a slight bow. He at least has had some protocol training, "Your highness," he says respectfully.
Maria Hill	"Medical is fairly judicious as long as you're remaining in the building," Maria replies coolly. "And yes. Morale thought this would be a good idea, and it seems people are enjoying themselves."
Cecily Winters	Cecily nods, "Well, I can't run very far or fast right now anyway... there's probably a range limit on the seat, too..." she says playfully. Between food nomming, of course. It's not long before she's actually polished off her food, not that there was a whole lot, just a great variety. Plus she's really got to pack it in while her body regenerates. "Let me know if you need me for anything, ok?" she offers, before reversing carefully and turning towards the larger group of agents.     "Good moves," she says by way of greeting, though she could be really talking to anyone present as she rolls over to where Dane, Jane, and Mik are situated. She smiles warmly up at Mary Jane, also, noting that she, too, is wearing a matching 'Trainee' security badge. "Ah, I'm not the newest one in the base anymore, am I now, dear?" she asks gently.
Jane Foster	Jane's smile remains bright sunshine poured into the room, though she has not entirely overcome a hint of glittering warmth and potential bashfulness coming up. Chopsticks turned to pluck one of the seaweed-wrapped rolls, she brings the sushi to her mouth. She can save herself totally from the attention turned her way. "Science and smarts certainly have an appeal. I cannot say I have any resistance to them, either." The effort to keep a grin in check is mostly something given up on, really. "Promise, if you want to chat shop at any time, let me know." Still, though, her expression grows more serious as 'weird costumes' comes up, warranting lifted brows. The sticky sushi rice lends itself to a longer pause, before she speaks up again. "I had blue skin and dressed in the Great Magellanic Cloud, it seems. How anyone flies around on a magic staff like a broom, I don't know. Someone had a strange sense of humour. That was real?" It's more of a sigh expecting an explanation on the backside of things being confirmed, though she still awaits a frail chance maybe that will prove a mass hallucination. "Hello, Agent Winters. I hope you're doing well?"
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane nods, "Well, definitely... I don't pretend to really understand it much at all." She chuckles, "I'm a theater person, myself. Acting is my thing, but I've got a pretty good assortment of talents." She then flashes a smile to Agent Winters, offering her a hand, "Hey, well, apparently I'm good enough with swords and tactics that they wanted to give me a shot. Mary Jane Watson." She then looks at Jane and nods, "Yeah, apparently it's a video game that we got stuck in, or rather a mock-up of one. Complete with costumes and all that. Honestly, compared to some of the outfits I've seen, they weren't too bad all things considered." She grins a bit, then adds, "Honestly, I wouldn't have minded the chance to keep mine."