2034/Party Hardy

Party Hardy
Date of Scene:	17 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, Molly Millions

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Iron Man has posed:
"So, all in all, I just want to stress that all of you are doing fantastic work. We beat the competition. No, we PUMMELLED the competition. You are all brilliant and we know it." Tony stands behind a podium at what has amounted to a celebratory victory party. "Libations. Libations for everyone!" A roar of applause echoes through the room. Nothing like a Tony Stark speech at a celebratory party in Stark Industries. Tony steps away from the podium with a crooked smile and tucks his hands into his pockets.

He strolls to the buffet table and grasps one of the flutes of champagne. It's lifted into the air in a cheers motion towards his nearest employees before he downs it in gulp.

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly was so not volunteering to stand up on the stage with the core cadre of the team, not in a million years. She's here. She even put on a dress. That apparently counts as meeting her quota of participation as far as she's concerned. It's not that she doesn't applaud, she does, she's just actively allergic to attention, and entirely content to loiter near the alcohol, staring at the champagne like that might somehow convert it to something mroe to her taste. Hence the way she raises her glass his way by way of acknowledgment, a wry smile on her face.

"I've heard that the canapes are exceptional." she drawls drily,"According to some guy who insists that the boss said so at some point." lots of people, and when one comes close she's entirely content to sip her champagne and try her best to try and at least pretend to be the awkward intern instead of... well, herself.

Iron Man has posed:
"They //are// excellent," Tony reprimands with fake indignation. His lopsided grin turns nearly boyish as he whistles sharply, "I'm sure everyone else was so pleased we bested them that much." With that he actually clucks his tongue. Evidently there's pride behind kicking someone's ass so soundly. His arms fold across his chest and he hums quietly, "No one should've been surprised. We have talented people. We hire talented poeple--Stark Fujikawa has a long reputation, and everyone should be well aware of that..."

Molly Millions has posed:
"I'll take your word for it." oh look, there's a smile, she even manages not to look like she's gritting her teeth, raising a glass absently in the direction of one of the girls from reception as she turns as if they're not having a conversation,"You... really are incorrigible. But they're all very happy. You do have a couple of reporters over in the far corner there, though. One of them is from the New Yorker, the other from the L.A. Times." she doesn't elect to nod in that direction, rather relaying the pictures over to his phone with little more than a thought.

Iron Man has posed:
"Just reporters though," Tony asks lowly, still managing to smile despite himself. From the outside it probably looks like nothing more than a flirtation--a coy nuance of his features while he regards the corner for a moment. "And if you can't be famous, you may as well be infamous," at that he winks. "But if you can be both," he taps the side of his nose as if to indicate something he knows that others don't.

"And how about you? Any sense of pride about all this? I know this isn't why I hired you." At that he manages a faint grin. "Any leads on that front?"

Molly Millions has posed:
"Nothing that pops up." Molly assures, demurely sipping the champagne with a dip of her head with an abashment that she probably hasn't ever felt, but able enough to pick up the cue to feed speculation in the least,"That's all you. Never desired to be the kind of famous that's popular here... makes my shoulderblades itch." there is a slow smile from her,"I'm very competative. I enjoyed the race. This is just... corporate bonding. And feels alien for it." there's a small shrug of her shoulders as she snags one of the canapes,"Three people in areas that were out of keeping with their duties, one non-employee that didn't like being asked if they needed help. I've forwarded the information to Jarvis but have... stayed out of their way. Switch to your hands-free. If I linger here too long someone's going to take a picture."

Iron Man has posed:
"Nothing wrong with fame," Tony counters evenly. "It gives people something to aspire to," oh the amazing that is Tony Stark. "Of course." His eyebrows lift and he gives a small nod. "Seems appropriate I would congratulate you and then circulate." He grants her a nod of appreciation before slipping back into the crowd to chatter at the non-phone in his ear. "So there's suspicious action but nothing actionable," he concludes to the earpiece that no one can see. "That makes sense to me. Keep your eyes open, I suspect there's more going on. I've tried to keep my eyes out for--well, people act different when I'm around." And there's the long and short of it.

Molly Millions has posed:
"Tally Isham would be the closest approximation I can draw to people like you, Thor and the others." Molly murmurs subvocally as she meanders off in the other direction,"I went out drinking with some of the ladies, including the one on your list a couple of nights ago. I suspect it was that she was looking for somewhere to meet up with Michael in bio that she wouldn't get caught. I'll see what I can learn from Harris when we go on our date in a few days... let me know if there's something you'd like fed to him if he tries to pump me for information. And that's why you hired me. I've already made myself a forgettable annoyance to most of them... any more significant hits we get Jarvis will relay them to you. But so far... mostly quiet."

Iron Man has posed:
"Well, that's helpful. It's possible that I'm just paranoid," as one becomes when running a large company. Tony trails back to one of the people present and poses for a photo before stepping back out of the limelight. "If anyone pumps you for information, tell them about the phone. We're still working on a name for it, and I'm trying to think of a way to roll it out effectively. So talk a lot about the phone. If LexCorp can make a phone, so can we." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "But for now, just keep up the good work."

Molly Millions has posed:
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Molly drawls in his ear, half aloud where she pauses to listen to someone's rabbiting on about things that she doesn't care about in the slightest. She's got a knack when it comes to cameras, sliding just out of frame or just behind someone before the click as she at least keeps up a pretense of socializing,"Archaic technology. You shouldn't be concerned about what LexCorp is doing. Personally I'd suggest working on improving medical technology. Work towards getting rid of phone's altogether." says the woman with an in-built communications suite,"Of course."