9105/Dinner Party

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Dinner Party
Date of Scene: 07 September 2019
Location: Dining Hall, Avengers Mansion
Synopsis: Ladies Night at the Avengers Mansion.
Cast of Characters: Captain Marvel (Danvers), Jessica Jones, Wonder Woman, Fairchild




Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
Carol can arrange a lunch date with the best of them, but good luck getting her not to bring her work with her. She sits at one of the tables in the Avengers' dining hall, a WayneTech laptop open on the table in front of her. The back of it is liberally coated with stickers, ranging from the Air Force 'Aim High ... Fly-Fight-Win' motto, to a stylized yellow thunderbolt. The company logo can't even be seen beneath the layer of accrued flair.

She's mid-type when something goes 'bong' and the screen freezes. She taps it a couple of times gently, tries to type out a few words to no avail, and then gives it a decidedly more enthusiastic slap upside the processor.

"What the hell is a Kernel?" she half-growls to herself, picking up the laptop from the table as though something underneath it might reveal the source of her woes, "If I can fly a Kree starship, I can operate a glorified typewriter."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica Jones has taken one case on the down low that could have required some Avengers input. Since, Jessica and the Avengers always bring up terrible memories, she tends to keep to the one who has somehow against all the odds befriended her. So with one quick text message she asked Carol if she could meet her, turns out Carol had other plans, so instead of managing a usual meeting in Alias...Jessica had to toughen up and brave a visit to Avengers Mansion.

When she gets to the door, she texts Carol: at the door, can you please open so I don't run into anyone else?

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana was arriving in casual style. Her silver hued sports car pulled up outside and she stepped out of it and approached the mansion, only to find Jessica Jones there... a face she didn't know.

Dressed in a white top with a black leather jacket on over it, and baggy loose fitting black pants that go up past her waistline over top of the lower hem of the white top, Diana smiles to Jessica. "Hello there." Diana says to Jessica, the six foot tall Amazonian Princess is potentially a face that even Jessica Jones would recognize.

Diana's holding a bottle of wine, and her dark hair is tied back in a pony tail. "I was told I could just stride on inside, if you'd like to come with?" She assumes the woman is here on business. Looks like Jess had to run into someone else after all! in the form of Wonder Woman.

Fairchild has posed:
"Just-- no, Carol-- don't-- would you mind letting me--" Caitlin tries to reach for the laptop in Carol's hands, pauses before she rudely lifts it from Carol's grip. Her fingers and palm outstretches, imploring cooperation. "Please? Let me see it? Before you... go all frisbee disc on it?"

She reaches for the laptop and accepts it from Carol's hands. Fingers fly over it and the error message is accepted and corrected. It's returned to Carol.

"You know, hitting the keys harder doesn't actually fix anything," she admonishes the aviatrix. In knee-length jeans and a lime green camisole, Caitlin doesn't look like an Avenger. She's either a summer intern or a bodybuilder lost on her way to a competition.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
"It makes me feel better," Carol says pointedly, crossing her arms over her chest and blowing a loose strand of hair from her forehead as Caitlin fixes the laptop. She's reaching out to accept it back when her phone buzzes in the pocket of her jacket, slung over the back of her chair. She glares behind and mutters, "Don't you start."

She peers at the screen for a moment, thumbs a quick 'omw' message back to Jess, and rises to her feet, "Jess is here. I'm just going to go keep her from throwing the doorman into the Hudson."

A moment later she's at the door, shooing away some auxiliary staff member who was on his way to answer it. She smiles at Jess as she opens it, shifting her gaze to look past her at Diana: "Hi! Good timing. We're just in the dining hall, come on in."

The blonde falls into stride between Diana and Jessica, gesturing between the pair, "Jess, this is Diana. Diana, Jessica Jones."

Jessica Jones has posed:
One of the last things Jessica ever expected to happen, is see a fancy sports car pull up the driveway with the Princess of The Amazons walking out of it. Pretty much the anti-thesis of Jessica's superheroing career. Certainly not a fun twisted mirror to look into. It gets even more awkward when Diana manages to notice her, and talk to her as if she mattered. "Hi," she offers weakly to Diana, managing pretty well on the 'fuck me sideways you are the Amazon Princess' she was going to go with.

"That's a very nice offer," Jess does quip at Diana, not about to go into stories about why she'd prefer to wait outside and have Carol come and get her. But then, she also can't quite refuse such a generous offer from Diana. After all, based on her observations, the highest likelihood is everyone will see Diana walk into the room, and nobody would notice the very plain looking Jessica by comparison. It's a surefire way in. "Thanks for offering...I'll definitely take it over waiting."

But then all of that isn't necessary, when Carol does come to save the day, after all she couldn't have known about Wonder Woman. "That was quick, appreciate it Carol," Jessica says gratefully, before smirking, "I bet Diana needs to be introduced everywhere she goes from all the fame she doesn't have...I, on the other hand," she quips while extending her hand towards Diana, "need introductions all the time, I just don't want them. Jessica Jones, from Alias Investigations, and never ever anything else, ever." Take that Defenders, she's not even considering herself a member. Just someone who does everything that needs doing to save the day, because everyone else is stupid, naive or literally blind.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana is showing Jessica a very happy and pleased smile at seeing her and hearing her accept the invite. She's in good spirits this evening, it would seem, but then again the Princess is known for being an upbeat and positive presence which is one of many reasons she's as well known as she is.

But before she can take Jessica up on the offer of seeing her inside, Carol does indeed arrive and the doors are opened up. "Ah. So much for that idea." Diana quips with a sly grin briefly shown to Jessica before they are formally introduced by the Captain and Jess offers a hand. Diana reaches out to accept it, her grip firm but her tactile touch is soft as silk of fingers and palm.

"Investigations?" Diana repeats at least part of Jess' business name, and her dark right brow lofts up. "Of what variety?" She has to ask then before she looks to Carol and then offers her the bottle of wine she'd brought. "I am ready for wining and dining." Diana tells Carol with a continued show of a little silly grin. She'll head inside then with them should they move on back inside the mansion now.

Fairchild has posed:
"Diana!" The room's officially full of two of Caitlin's favorite people and she's on her feet to greet Diana enthusiastically. A beaming smile crosses the ginger's face as she approaches. Cait's hair is worn back in a single, loosely plaited braid, though it does little to assuage the volume of the red hair framing her features. Diana's wrists are clasped and she presses her brow to Diana's forehead, Amazon-style, then giggles and hugs her friend with sincere affection. "I'm glad you're here," the Princess is assured.

When questions and introductions are offered, Caitlin brushes her hair behind both ears and smiles at Jessica. She ducks her head and slouches reflexively; the poor PI probably feels like she's at the bottom of a well. But the smile she offers is warm and entirely sincere, and her handshake lacks any effort behind it beyond being polite. "Jessica Jones? I'm Caitlin. Fairchild," Caitlin amends. "It's really swell to meet you. Are--" she looks over at Carol, back to Jessica. "You're a friend of Carol's, right?" she inquires, with a wide-eyed Midwestern polite solicitation.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
"That's right," Carol says, puffing out her chest proudly at the mention of Jess' vocation, "Jess is an official busybody and minder of other people's business. A private investigator."

She can't help but grin sidelong at Jessica when she says it, wrinkling her nose a little and turning back to Diana in time to receive the bottle of wine. Almost imperceptibly her breath catches in her throat, her expression freezing just for a moment as she takes the bottle and immediately turns with one fluid motion to pass it across to Jess - putting it in her hands and out of her own.

"Nice vintage," Carol's smile returns to her face immediately, nodding in appreciation, "You've taken care of the 'wine' part of the evening, and I just so happen to have taken care of the 'dine' part. Chef Chiyo makes this Kobe cheeseburger and sweet potato fries that is just ... you'll love it, I'm sure."

As Caitlin bounds over, Carol opens her mouth to do the introductions but the redhead beats her to it. Carol nods her head at the question, "Yeah, that's right. Jess isn't much for Midtown - she prefers that genuine 'never more than three feet from a rat' New York feeling you get in Clinton. Buuut ... she had to suck it up and come down because I had plans. You hungry, Jess?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica's grip is every bit as firm, but more as a result of her mannerism, she's not really trying to openly impress anyone. One would expect it'd be folly with Diana of all people. "I'm a P.I.," she explains to Diana, "it really depends on the customers I get, but for the most part I solve what the NYPD doesn't give a fuck about, or is too incompetent to solve. I wouldn't name the whole variety in the presence of an actual Princess, most of it is lewd," Jessica laughs, and then Caitlin is there as well.

Looking up, loomed over by the towering women, Jessica snorts, "fuck all of you for being the bane of men, and yes, I'm jealous." She does shakes hands with with Caitlin, muttering, "...something like that," at her question of whether or not she's Carol's friend.

Looking aside at Carol's description of her profession, Jessica laughs, as she notes to Diana, "Carol explains it much better than me. Also, she's not a P.I."

When she's handed the wine, Jessica looks at the bottle, disappointment clearly showing on her face, despite saying, "thanks, Carol, by way of Diana." She does smirk at Carol rather accurate description of her Clinton location, before spitting out, "that's why it's affectionately called Hell's Kitchen, because people love it there...and yes, I'll try that fancy shmancy Kobe burger if you're paying."

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana's reaction upon seeing Caitlin was to speak her name just before she reached her for that Amazonian-styled greeting. "Caaaitlin..." Diana says the name in a way that is filled with nothing but warm adoration and a heart melting enjoyment of seeing her redheaded friend here tonight. The greeting is exchanged and then the Princess just barely dips her chin as she raises her dark eyebrows, eyes locked onto Cait's "It has been too long." She tells her friend in a casually stern way before flashing her a grin.

She watches the liquor get passed between parties and it makes her look curiously between Carol and Jessica, she has much to learn yet still about things around here, clearly. "Ooo, that food sounds delightful. I am ready to experience it." Her smile shifts into a slight grin again before she looks to Jessica.

"A private investigator? Mmm, I bet thats lead to some interesting stories." Diana speaks again to Jess then. "I would ask to hear some, but that would be rude, obviously..." She then looks back to Caitlin and places her right hand upon Cait's left bicep lightly. "How are you?" She asks of her then.

Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin reflexively winces at Jessica's foul language and mostly suppresses an urge to cough. It comes out as a subtle clearing of her throat. As the booze is offered Caitlin premptively shakes her head at Carol, flashing a polite smile as she gets ahead and declines an offer. But at the word 'Kobe', her stomach rumbles, almost audibly. The perking of her attention is impossible to miss.

The touch to her bicep gets Diana Caitlin's attention again, and she beams a smile at the Princess. Remembering her manners, her head dips in a fractional expression of deference. "I'm doing well, thanks," Caitlin tells Diana, and falls into step with the other women. Well, more or less. She's obligated to take more mincing strides, her white-soled Chucks scuffing the ground with her awkwardly truncated pace. "Carol and I took that stunt plane up the other day. It was a blast. I don't know how I'm gonna go back to Quinjets. How's the Island?" she inquires of the Amazon. "I'm sorry I didn't make it back this trip. I hope everyone liked those honey candy sticks I sent," she ventures.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
"Oh no," Carol tells Jess, wagging a finger in the air, "Tony is paying. This all falls within my 'allotted entertainment stipend.' Bet he thought I was going to use it on popcorn and another Star Wars movie night. Nope. Expensive beef and table service by a Michelin chef." A beat, "And maybe Star Wars later."

"She's a great pilot," Carol says of Caitlin, nudging her with an elbow and nodding pointedly to Diana, "Taking to experimental stunt planes as easy as walking. I told her she needs to see about doing some test pilot work - all those R and D departments would practically drool at the idea of an indestructible pilot."

The Avenger catches Diana's curious look as the bottle of wine is passed off, but only smiles brightly. Whatever the tale is there, she keeps it to herself. Once they're in the dining hall again, Carol strides over to the table and sets herself down behind the laptop. She gives it a wary look, taps a few keys, and then looks back up.

"So, everyone get comfortable," she raises her voice to the group at large, sounding for a moment more like an instructor than a host, "Soups on!"

As soon as she announces it, some of the dining hall's waitstaff emerge from the kitchen with plates and burgers to lay out before the quartet.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Oh I get all the stories," Jessica grins at Diana, "especially the ones nobody wants to come out, that's like a main revenue stream in the field." Jessica considers Diana's suggestion that she'd like to hear some, before stating, "there's the issue of client privacy, but that aside, I fear for the safety of some people if you'd hear some of those stories. There are some real assholes in New York City."

At the mention of fancy stunt flights with Carol, Jessica shakes her head, "this psycho just goes and joins the Air Force, and then aces it...I don't think anyone would let me drive a car." Of course Jessica is jealous. Freakin' Captain Marvel flies like a cosmic event. Jewel used to fly like a punctured kite.

When Carol states how Tony is paying, Jessica looks considerably cheered up, "an arrogant womanizer with a narcissistic complex is going to invite me for a meal unknowingly? You bet your ass I'm game for that!"

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana shows a warm smile to Caitlin and a gentle little singular nod. "They loved them... as they do everything you make." She tells her. "And we might be planning a return trip soon. I just came into possession of some... long lost weapons and armor from a very important group of Amazons who went missing a very long time ago. I plan to return them to Themyscira soon, and perhaps take those who found them with me as a token of gratitude for helping to locate and return them." She quietly explains as they enter the kitchen and the announcement to make one's self comfortable is given.

Diana grins to both Jessica and Carol. She steps toward the counters where she sees wine glasses and gathers some up, then steps to the table and offers one to Jessica and the others are set upon the table for whomever wishes to claim one. Jessica, then gets a look from the Princess. "There are... many 'ass holes' that you know of?" Diana asks, likely saying that curse word in such a foreign and unusual way that it very much sounds as though it is the first curse word she's ever said, especially in front of Caitlin and Carol, and Jessica for that matter.

"Well." Diana continues then without a shake or lingering on it. "If you ever need my help with them, by all means. Contact my people's Embassy. I will happily help you, Miss Jones."

Diana then looks over to Carol's laptop and all the flair on it, which amkes her grin. "That is so festive... I love it. I should do the same. I'll put Bat and Superman logos on mine, perhaps."

Fairchild has posed:
"Yaaay, Star Wars!" Caitlin says with quiet glee. Carol's effusive praise provokes a striking blush from the Irish-skinned lass, fair skinned as she is.

She settles into her chair and smiles with pleased expectation at the order of food. Diana's casual use of a curseword nets a look of wide-eyed shock from the midwestern girl. The look is shunted sidelong at Carol and then Caitlin busies herself with the napkin in her lap.

No mention is made of Cait's laptop and she kicks her bag furthur under the table. A keen eye would notice the iconic logo of both Diana and Carol's brands adorning it. She focuses instead on Diana and wags her chin eagerly at the explanation. "Count me in, any chance to spend a few days in the clean air is good by me," she assures the Princess.

Caitlin looks over at Jessica, as if slightly intimidated by the dark-haired detective's effortless (if ascerbic) poise. "So, uh... private investigator. How'd you get into that line of work?" she inquires with a mild, polite tone. The soup's dished up; everyone gets a normal soup bowl. Caitlin gets what looks like a salad bowl of it.

A big serving salad bowl, at that.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Oh for sure, you wouldn't believe how many," Jessica affirms to Diana on the asshole infestation problem. "I'd do it, but dealing with them is my favorite part of the job..." Jessica winks at Diana and says nothing more of the topic.

Jessica places the bottle of wine she was handed on the table, just in case others would like to share, though she does give Carol a glance and mutters, "you can pour it in my glass, if you want to."

Turning to Caitlin, she shrugs, "very simple actually...I'm good at snooping, I'm good at sleuthing, and very often I discover all kinds of things that sick psychos, perverted assholes, and just plain lowlives want to hide. So it was a natural fit, I find missing persons, missing pets, cheating spouses, thieves, corrupt businessmen, blackmailing assholes...there's so many things to find."

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
"Let me get you started," Carol says to Diana, reaching into her jacket pocket and producing a fresh sticker with a stylized yellow thunderbolt - Ms. Marvel's emblem, "A bit outdated, but I don't want to start handing out Star of Hala stickers only to get sued by the Supreme Intelligence. But any stickers a good sticker! Caity says laptops love to be really insulated so they can retain the heat."

The grin on the blonde's face suggests that Caitlin said no such thing. She may even have said the opposite. Jessica's description of Tony cannot help but bring a chuckle out of her, although she brings a hand up to her face to feign rubbing her eyes. When she's gotten ahold of herself again, she once again starts laughing at Diana's enthusiastic use of a cuss word. She's still smiling about that when she looks to Caitlin as she asks her question of Jessica.

The Avenger immediately pulls a face from where she's situated just out of Jessica's line of sight, baring her teeth, raising her eyebrows and shaking her head rapidly from side to side in short but firm motions. She lifts a hand to make the cutting motion across her throat, casually turning it into fiddling with the neckline of her blouse should Jessica look her way.

Wonder Woman has posed:
When the food is brought to her, Diana has already chosen a seat at the table beneath the shining light above it. She prepares herself a glass of the wine and then just lets her gaze go from one of the other women to the next showing them each a grin or a light smile. The sticker that Carol hands to her makes her eyes light up and she flashes her a big happily enthusiastic expression. "I know Caitlin well enough to know that that does not sound like something she would say. But... I will make sure it is on the back of the monitor, perhaps up in a corner. Surely the corners can stand a little more heat retention?" She knows basically nothing about computers even though she experienced their full rise to prominence in the modern world in the past 100 years.

Caitlin gets a look then and Diana grins to her. "You are a wonderful pilot and the Invisible Jet yearns for you to pilot it again soon. Perhaps to the very island in question where much fresh air and warm sun can be enjoyed." She grins lightly over the edge of her wine glass as she takes a sip.

A look is given to the food before her and it makes her swoon with how delicious it appears but she has to look to Jessica. "You know what you need in your job?" Diana asks the P.I. "A magical lasso that forces people to tell the truth... I bet you could get a great deal of use out of such a thing." She states, showing a slight grin then. "Perhaps I could loan it to you for a serious case or two."