ᴏɴᴇ ɢʟɪᴍᴘsᴇ ᴏғ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ sᴋɪᴇs (sᴇᴍɪ-ᴏᴘᴇɴ)

[uprightness]

Who: avengersmas guests and starstruck crew!
Broadcast: nope
Action: on the starstruck
When: forwardate to christmas eve!



[ to all those who were invited, the crew, plus ones and random guests, you can use this mingle log for dinner stuff and drinking stuff and gifts stuff and passing out stuff.

don't ruin the christmas decorations though, they mean a lot to steve. ]

Comments

[outstandingbalance]

[There was never any question that Natasha would be here. It would take another planet threatening catastrophe to keep her away.

She dresses up for the occasion, nothing too fancy but she doesn't have a problem producing a flattering cocktail dress for the occasion. It looks appropriate with the glass of champagne in her hand and her smile.

Not exactly festive, but still in the spirit of the holiday as she mingles.]

[uprightness]

[ steve slips into a seat just to her left when they pull out the space version of christmas pudding. it may not be the first time they've spoken tonight but he has a small, neatly wrapped box in his hands that he places in her lap. ]

it's not much but I figured you might like it.

[ inside the box are three glass wind chimes. but the paintwork is clearly done by hand. ]

I know we don't get a long of wind but you know, sometimes the air ventilation systems run a little quicker and then it might still have the same effect. and if not, you know, you could take then outside to the planet, if you ever rent a room or a cabin. there are nice once on this planet.

[ erm. he's being awkward about it, isn't he? ]

happy christmas, nat.

[takingkarabusiness]

[ Kara is dressed up for the occasion. she's seeming festive as she comes up to Nat ]

Happy holidays, Natasha. You look great.

[universal_charm]

_{[ It is honestly the first time Kirk has seen Natasha in anything but something suitable to appropriately beat the stuffing out of someone in. Usually him, but that had been what he asked for. He smiled at her, as it had been a long while since they last spoke and he rather regretted that. ]}

Not the usual way we tend to meet, eh?

peggy carter »

[mucked]

[ so perhaps this holiday party malarkey isn't as heinous as she'd expected it to be.

peggy plays out the celebration like the distant head of a family -- letting others look after the cooking, the decorating, and the thrust of nearly all the socializing. blouse, skirt, heels; she forgoes a fancy dress, perhaps because she feels strange 'dressing up' on her own ship. but it's clear extra attention was paid to her curls with a comb pulling a section artfully back from the side of her face. and her lipstick, tonight, is a rich and lively red.

before dinner, she holds dominion in the lounge -- overseeing the modest selection of spirits, telling guests to help themselves, and never seen too far away from a nursed glass of something amber and neat. peggy also takes it upon herself to curate the soundtrack, and it guests and shipmates alike might need to squabble with her a bit in order to get their record selections onto the player.

after they've finished with the food, she sticks close to the kitchen. not to help clean up (god forbid) but to pick at the remains of the christmas pudding and to put the kettle on. join her for a mug, maybe, or just stop by to notice how there's a flush of happiness in her expression. and maybe just a bit of...nerves? is it possible that peggy carter is nervous about something?

but, ultimately, she's approachable on her own ship. and welcoming enough, despite whatever lies steve rogers might have told you. ]

[uprightness]

[ the ending of the night takes some organization. between thor's asgardian whiskey and barry's eggnog ( made according to a famous recipe of grandma esther, so he learned ), more than a few people are drunk and he has to appoint designated pilots just in case. just make sure they get to their room, is the general request he makes while also gathering up plates and helping with the washing and the drying.

social functions. who knew that this is what he's been missing on. when he walks back into the kitchen, he does so with a few cups and plates. ]

that's the last of them.

[ the guests, the dishes. pick and choose. ]

I'm pretty glad none of them had to be carried out. Thor's Asgardian stuff has a hell of an effect.

stark entrance stage left

[speedboat]

[ howard is pleased with his outfit and naturally, you should be too. he's just excited to feel a bit more like himself, now that he's been able to build back up his wardrobe some. he can be seen drinking much champagne but otherwise trying to stay away from the harder stuff (until later...) and he's also handing out presents that he made himself. ]

[uprightness]

[ well, howard's outfit does put steve's jeans and blue sweater to shame. the man is properly festive and it gives a vibrancy to the room. steve's glass contains nothing but orange juice. well, space orange juice, that is. he takes a look at one of the presents with a smile. ]

they're nice. we could use one on the bridge. did you make these?

[mucked]

Good God, Howard, that waistcoat...

[ -- peggy trails off with a shake of her head. bewildered, but more than a little entertained. she's already pouring him a glass of something by the bar cart in the lounge and she offers it out with a smile. ]

Are you looking to upstage the lot of us?

[outstandingbalance]

Aren't you festive?

[Said with half a smile and a sip of champagne. It's been a while since she saw Stark.

She does wonder if that's intentional. One way to find out.]

And generous.

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk feels somewhat underdressed compared to Howard, but that's probably how it should be anyways. Being more debonair than Howard Stark felt like an impossible task to begin with, so Kirk is just fine in his nice button up and his jeans and his waist coat. He didn't even like waist coats all that much, but Howard had invited him and he wasn't going to look a slob.

Kirk picked up one of the presents, arching a brow and smirking at Howard. ]</sub>

Wow. I didn't know you were so good with your hands, Howard.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor comes to the party without any hesitation. He doesn't have a plus-one to bring, but that's all right. At least spending time on Selvin-9 means he's gotten new clothes. So he doesn't turn up in his armor; instead he's wearing a cable-knit sweater and decent pants for the occasion. He also tied his hair back, for once.

He did also bring something else: a bottle of Asgardian whisky. The bottle doesn't often leave his hand - not because he's drinking all the time, but because he's got a shade of responsibility about him and doesn't exactly know how many people here can handle the liquor. Anyone wanting to try it will have to make their case to him (it's not too hard, honestly). Towards the end of the night, though, the bottle might get left on a table somewhere.

Thor spends the party greeting everyone he runs into, friend and stranger alike. He's not shy about it, even if someone else is.]

[uprightness]

-- is that what I think it is?

[ he's referring to the bottle, mind you. steve inspects the thing from afar and crosses the room especially to take a look at it. he'd seen it before only once but he recognizes it easily enough. ]

that's one hell of a Christmas present.

[ asgardian whiskey in space. he looks around the room, makes sure they're out of earshot. ]

don't let Peggy have too much of it. I care about the state of her liver.

[mucked]

...And what's that, then?

[ because she can tell when a person is safeguarding something. at first blush, she mistakes him for being stingy with his drink. and it's not the end of the world because it's not like they don't have plenty other options back in the lounge. but peggy's curiosity gets the better of her.

so she approaches. ]

Reluctant to share, are we?

[outstandingbalance]

Merry Christmas?

[Joining him when she spots him in the crowd. Natasha isn't going to let the party go by without at least saying hello. Hello, and seeing how he's settling in.]

Having a good time?

[takingkarabusiness]

[ Kara, a drink in each hand, literally runs into Thor as she turns around ]

Oh! I'm so sorry. Oh, gosh, I totally did not mean to do that.

[ my, what big pecs u have ]

[supertardiness]

[Barry is poking around all of the different refreshments available, and making sure that Grandma Esther's egg nog is at it's required level of potency when he notices the bottle of whisky in Thor's hand. He leans in and squints at the label a bit, before glancing back to the man holding it.]

I don't think I've seen that brand before. Is it from Earth?

[speedboat]

[ howard has to stand on his tiptoes to clap thor on the back but he does it anyway bc NEW FRIEND!!! new giant friend. this will come in handy yes. ]

I see you finally found something in your size. [ on the planet of tiny snowpeople. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[Gee, the past week or so, Max has been more sour than usual.

A collection of short, unhappy sounds and wandering at a distance, annoyed at little projects here and there, or at his own aggravations about his leg as he waits for it to be smoothed out. The reasoning becomes obvious when word of Furiosa's departure from the fleet reaches everyone; he's quietly upset, that feeling in his chest like a vice, and something related to -- but not being -- loss is heavy in his gut. Suffice to say, that and the entire concept of happy holidays makes him unpleasant. For the most part.

Indeed, Max is the grinch on the Starstruck who comes out of his room long enough to steal food and hobble one-leggedly back towards his humble abode. Feel free to cut him off or find him pilfering all the food (that Jarvis probably made, I dunno, whoever that butler guy is), but approach with caution. Or, you know, don't, because what's he gonna do about it, huh??

Max does at least hesitantly make a stop at his record player of course--

... If the christmas record is playing he's going to take it and hide it.

It goes without saying.

And instead, he'll play the new Fleetwood Mac album he received, wrapped in hideous flamingo wrapping paper. The soft sound of Dreams is starting up -- and he admits, it's not a bad sound. Enough to even keep him around for a short while before he gets up to make an escape, sitting with eyes closed as he absorbs the songs that play out.

Like a heartbeat drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering
What you had
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost...

Haaah.

He misses Furiosa madly. It's... very aggravating.

Rock the dog curls up at his foot, enjoying the atmosphere far more than his owner.]

[speedboat]

[ he'd been looking for max because wonder of wonders he actually brought something for him. and not a spinning top like he made for the other guests. no, this one is much more special. he's oddly nervous, genuinely hoping the other man finds the limb useful despite all their previous differences.

howard is lured over by the change in music, setting an ornately wrapped gift in all gold down by rock as he stoops to greet him first. dogs always deserve first greet, he thinks. especially ones you saved once. he offers the mutt a pat on the head and a bright smile. he even tells him "merry christmas" and feeds him a treat from his pocket. now... onto the hard stuff. he straightens up and picks back up his gift, offering it to max. ]

I hope everything is to your liking. [ and he actually does. whenever max opens the gift he'll find a leg in black metal inside the box. it's lightweight and good for running. there are also grips and divets carved in for climbing as well as a piece at the ankle that protrudes, but not too much if he wants to wear shoes. it's the ideal place to tie the leg down in case he needs to keep it in place. there are several built-in compartments as well as dedicated places to hide weapons. since he specifically said no rocket launcher... howard took the liberty of building in another weaponized function. the leg is well-insulated for the user but if someone else is touching the leg there is a small remote that he can carry -- there are three functions on it. one is a homing beacon in case it should ever be misplaced, another is a well-protected self-destruct mechanism in case it should fall into the wrong hands. aka anyone but max's. and the third is... a tazer function. to be activated remotely or while wearing the leg. the user cannot be zapped unless his hands come into direct contact with the surface while it's fully charged. ]

[edwinjarvis]

[Jarvis has gifts, oh does he. But his are all primarily in the form of a hell of a lot of food -- quite a selection of marshmallow-themed sweets, primary the offer of s'mores to enjoy, no fire required. Incredible how this stuff is just the right consistently. He also has took it upon himself to learn as much about everyone's food preferences as possible -- covert operations!!

A good way to spend the time.

As it stands, he makes at least one dish each Avenger or Starstruck crew member would probably like most as his brand of Christmas present. He should probably try to enjoy the get together personally, but he can't help but wander about a bit and make sure nothing's burning down or what have you during the cooking and serving process... He likes doing this sort of thing. It's what he finds some comfort in.

Any interrogation on his skills in picking your favorite foods will be for naught.

He'll die with the knowledge!

Feel free to find said favorite dish to indulge in, at the kitchen counter or where it's being served.

............

Also, behold as he glowers at his Atroma-sponsored Christmas gift, wrapped in the absolute worst paper.

What a hideous nightmare.]

They're just mocking me every holiday, now, aren't they?

[uprightness]

[ flamingos again. figures. steve shakes his head and looks at the wrapping paper. ]

I'm pretty sure they're under the false impression that they're funny.

[ granted, steve doesn't know the full story behind the flamingos. but he knows just enough to understand the mr. jarvis isn't too fond of the pink birds. he's gracious enough not to ask. ]

Well, mine isn't as creative.

[ it's a big box, the one that hosts his gift to mr.jarvis but it's wrapped in emerald paper, nice and traditional. no birds. inside are twenty four of these. ]

I bought the lot. I thought you might like to use them in the bistro.

[wingedman]

[Sam, wearing a sweater - not an ugly sweater, he's way too stylish for that - can be found spending most of his time in the kitchen, helping to prepare the meal, his sleeves rolled up above the elbows. If you try picking at the dishes early, he'll be there to threaten you with a wooden spoon. (He'd never actually swat anyone with it, but it's the principle of it that counts.)

And when he finds his gift from the Atroma, an awkwardly wrapped package covered in flamingos, he rips away the paper, a broad grin on his face. Give him a moment with his wings, he missed them.

(Behind him, a tiny snow leopard cub pounces and rolls in the discarded paper, shredding it savagely with its razor-sharp claws.)]

[outstandingbalance]

Picked up a stowaway on the planet?

[Observing the cub in the wrapping paper, pretending not to notice his gift.]

Does it have a name?

Kara | OTA

[takingkarabusiness]

[ Kara's dressed up. It's a dress she picked up on one of the nicer planets and has been saving for a happy occasion. And what's happier than Christmas?? She's flitting around, socializing and eating and generally seeming very cheerful. Come say hi! ]

[uprightness]

Hey there.

[ he'll bring her a plate of something. marshmallow candy, perhaps? ]

Don't give me credit for these, it's all Jarvis. Thought you might like one.

[ or five. ]

Happy Christmas.

[brainiest]

[ Truth be told, Hermione isn't really feeling the urge to party very much, but she has been invited and she doesn't really want to say no, either. It seems silly, to lock herself away and pretend as though she's getting on with work when she's sad, and she knows from experience that sometimes good friends can be enough to help you move on from something sad. If it means she gets to go and see some familiar faces and spend a little bit of time with Steve... That's enough for her, for now.

When she gets there she sees the decorations she helped with and feels warm, her smile softening into something a little gentler. Her hair is tied up and her dress is plain and simple, but she thinks it works for the occasion. It's not the fancy Samhain balls, but it is a nice party, and she wants to look her best; there's no Ignis to come as her date, but she has her own pride and her own stubbornness to keep her head up and her attention focussed.

For the most part she wanders around, a drink in her hand, doing her best to mingle. She does, of course, spend a bit of time trying to catch the people she knows, but she's more than happy to greet anyone unfamiliar to her, happy to try and make new friends. Each person is another friend, she hopes, and if they're people that Steve knows... Well, she feels as though she can trust them. ]

[uprightness]

hey, you look nice.

[ steve is at her side just minutes after she walks in, a glass of wine in hand. he offers it to her with a smile. ]

thanks for coming, Hermione, it means a lot.

[ especially as she's had a hand in creating some of those decorations. ]

I wish I had time to get you something bigger but.

[ he reaches behind him for a little box and hands it to her. inside, there is a rather odd looking necklace ]

I saw it and thought of you. I hope you like it.

barry allen | ota

[supertardiness]

[Barry arrives late, as he does all things really, because even with superspeed, he can't seem to ever manage to get places on time. Regardless, he's happy to at least be invited so he's not sad moping about Christmas without his family.

He brings booze, as promised, Grandma Esther's special recipe, and he'll just wander his way in and set it up, before glancing over to whoever happens to be nearby.]

If you have a normal human constitution, I'd be careful with that. It's strong.

Re: barry allen | ota

[takingkarabusiness]

Barry Allen, bringing the real party. That sounds like my cue.

[ Kara is wearing a blue party dress and goes to give Barry a hug ]

Kitty Pryde | OTA | totally not late. I don't know what you mean

[passingthrough]

[Kitty shows up, feeling a little silly for dressing up in a red frock she found several planets ago. It makes it feel more like date night and well, her heart is still pretty far from mended.

She'll just focus on the food, the gifts, and the drinks. Oh, yes, the drinks she normally takes it easy on. Might as well?]

You look great. [Friendly, tipsy mode engaged.]

Fashionable late

[universal_charm]

_{[ Well, that is a compliment he wasn't expecting. Not that he and Kitty were on bad terms, per say, but usually she wasn't quite that forward. Their particular verbal sparing was usually more roundabout. He smiled though, a bit flushed himself. ]}

Really? You sure this waist coat doesn't make me look fat?