Owner	Pose
Jane Foster	It all starts off fairly simply, since one doesn't simply walk into Mordor with a renowned designer-Avenger. They have things to do! And Jane Foster may carry her own weight, but not enough to presume anyone will drop what they're doing to answer her calls. Therefore, she makes the next best compromise. Use the full weight of Vogue's editor's office to contact Janet instead, and from that, set up a time for a conversation. Much better when Ms. Wintour's little Gala plans involve the proper channels and phone calls. Jane does not exactly know those protocols in the same way that a cute brunette intern being trampled under crippling New York rent will. The direct line goes straight back to the Director of the Hayden Planetarium, at least during the daytime, freely patched wherever a SHIELD agent generally happens to be.
Janet van Dyne	When the response comes back....it isn't just for a phone call. Nor is it a meeting with overworked interns struggling to make a name for themselves. When the response is given, it comes from Janet's personal assistant...and it includes an address and a time. The address is definite, a rather swanky section in SoHo...a particular location that any true New Yorker would know as high end. And...as for the time? It just gives a date, no real time....and the advice to come whenever between dawn and dusk. Rather unusual? Perhaps. Then again, this is Janet. She isn't known for doing things fully by the book. And...once Jane arrives to the address, she will see why there was no real set time. The building houses a few of New York's elite. And....the specific address? From the ground floor it is already apparent exactly the nature of the location. It's Janet's personal penthouse. Janet has agreed to meet Jane at her own home. How often does that get to happen?
Jane Foster	An address will do, and the information that Jane needs to make the trip across town. Not much across town, though, considering work is Central Park and home is on the Upper West Side. She glances at the address once before meandering through the welter of streets to that tall tower scraping the underbelly of the clouds. Between dawn and dusk, for an astrophysicist, could be deemed appropriate. Most people think she sleeps by day, anyhow. Smoothing her hands over her coat, straightening her scarf, she heads through the gauntlet. Doorman first; probably some other kind of security person, a call-up if they do that. ID presented, as need be, then in.
Janet van Dyne	Surprisingly, the gauntlet is not nearly as difficult as one would suspect. The door person is more than eager to open the door for Jane. Any security checkpoints are even easier to navigate. It isn't like Jane is an unknown. The astrophysicist is a known variable...a celebrity, even for those that do not necessarily follow the night skies. Still, the ease in which Jane moves through could be because Janet has decreed it so. Which would be the truth in this case. Also, it does help that there is a resident Avenger, too. That...could have something to do with it as well. Nevertheless, the trip up in the elevator remains about as exciting as most elevators are. Upon reaching the floor, it is just a simple walk over to Jan's door....which is already open, with the petite form of Janet Van Dyne actually holding it open for Jane to enter. "Come in, come in! Feel free to make yourself comfortable!" Apparently, someone called ahead. Go figure.
Jane Foster	The difficulty is such that it's a low bar for security, if not for all the passive elements at play. The elegant interior of the building fails to truly awe her, being lovely but beside the point, and the point is ever so much related to a visit with a living person. Death teaches that: the people count, not the trappings. Mostly. Some trappings really do bring a smile to the lips, a glitter to the eyes. Beauty then awaits in a place profoundly shaped by it, and inside, the resident Avenger awaits. She takes the moment to smile and then to emerge from the elevator. "Hello, Ms. Van Dyne!" The bright lilt of her voice is soft. "I appreciate you seeing me on short notice. I was hoping we might have a little chat about the Met Gala, as you can certainly expect an invitation."
Janet van Dyne	"Please, Ms. Foster. Call me Jan. Life is much too short to spend it on such frivolities as formalities." One gets a sense that, in other environs, Janet wouldn't bother to lower the veil and let others go for the formal greetings. But here, on her home turf, so to speak? Certainly no need for that sort. As Jane enters, Jan closes the door, then extends a hand towards the living room. It is apparent that Jan does a lot of her entertaining in the living room, but it also seems that she has intended this conversation to happen there as well. No office. No stuffy boardroom. Just some comfortable chairs and one of the best views to be found in the city. Not that Jan is looking. She is already walking for a comfortable chair that sits in front of those massive windows....which will place her back to that vista. It is apparent that Jane is her sole focus at the present time. "Please...feel free to sit. I am all a flutter at the prospect of the Met Gala and would simply adore to talk about it." The invitation? Not mentioned. Really, it is one of those things that Jan just expects, as the astrophysicist previously mentioned. Of course Janet will get an invitation. That is not why Jane is here. It's about something else involved with the Gala. And that....that is what has Jan's attention captured. "Now then, the fact that you are here has certainly piqued my interest. And that you apparently have the ear of the editor at Vogue. It isn't often that one takes such pains to reach me and, I have to admit, having Vogue ask to set up a little discussion was most definitely noteworthy. Bravo to you for that deliciously wonderful bit of strategy on your part." Wide smiles as Jan settles on down in her chair. "Now then, what's on your mind?"
Jane Foster	"Jane, then, I insist." Fine, lovely words for an equally lovely hostess, which comes with Jane offering a small wrapped box in gold. The tufted ribbon is semitransparent and sheer, shot by veins, like a skeletal leaf in autumn exposed too long to the wind. The game of hospitality she knows well. "A small housewarming token, if you like." It rattles if shaken, the weight not particularly impressive on the whole. But it's beautifully presented all the same. After unfolding her scarf, she loosens the buttons on her coat, allowing its weight to split open and accommodate escaping from an overheating cocoon. No grandiose butterfly here, though she nods to the offered seat in front of the windows. How not to love the view? A smile, then, shapes her lips. "You have an impressive office to work from. I think most of us would never imagine New York looks so compelling from this height," she adds with a light laugh. The Gala, such as it is. Her gaze lifts back to Janet and lingers for a moment. "You know, this year had a fair bit of upheaval. The traditional gala time in the spring simply couldn't happen. A push this early to the end of the year is dramatic, but not impossible for the right people. Hence coming to talk to you about the logistics of pulling off something wondrous, perhaps. A miracle of fashion and ingenuity for the dark of the year, else we're not going to have a gala until 2022. I want to prove the naysayers wrong."
Janet van Dyne	The box is unexpected. That much is certain. Those green eyes take in the golden package, with the tufted ribbon, as slender fingers turn it over, causing the rattle, if only slightly. Jan doesn't open it, at least not yet...but oh is she intrigued. But first, the Gala. Compliments and gifts unbidden can wait. "Ah...yes. We have had quite a year, haven't we? And....I certainly agree, it has caused certain chaos for all. It felt like we were going to simply have to do without the Gala this year. Which...is why I am so interested with what your plans are. I would have thought it simply lost for this year, with plans for the spring being made to make up for the lost." Then, Jan leans forward. "But no. You continue to surprise by suggesting we perform what has never been done before...and have it this year...nearly over the holidays. This is a tall order...but not impossible, and extremely exciting."
Jane Foster	One should always show the best of manners, and especially so when in the holiday season and making visits to newfound acquaintances. In this, Jane determines the appropriate gift to balance between a personal touch but not too much so, an accessory in the jade of her native Pacific Northwest styled into a pair of dangling earrings with a lozenge balanced between a circle sliced up the center for a break. It's all very simple, if not, based on inclusions and changes of tone where light passes through the mineral. For good reason is jade beloved. "An excessive year, one could say, but how to celebrate? It must be better than Times Square." A soft frisson of regret lies there for a moment, and she shakes her head. "The garbage strewn about, the noise, that's not particularly welcoming for visitors to our city and our guests. I would far rather invite an opportunity to ring out the old year and call in the new with something more effervescent and polished. The committee will have final say of course on all the ideas, though as a committee member, they give me a fair bit of sway." No telling -why- they put her on there, but possibly securing that whole Faith + War bit has something to do with it. Nobel? SHIELD? Pfft, who cares about that. "Something to outmatch the classics of the season with a dashing bit of our own. The Austrians hold their grand ball season starting right around the same time, there is precedent... in the Old World, at any rate. Here, an opportunity to dazzle them all. We would need more than just the usual pageantry. Performances are lovely if we can secure them, and last year we did a very successful best-dressed costume. That's always the highlight. But what do we choose to exemplify in the Met's collection, and how do we translate it to a /night/? I'd half thought about hosting the event on the sea itself, like a Venetian-style set of floating platforms instead of at the museum proper."