Owner	Pose
Ivory	It has been a while since Ivory had workd with Felicia. And even back then, Ivory had been mostly a distraction to the guards in the museum, but that had been the plan. Walz through the museum and make the guard believe they were needing a nap because they were seeing white cats, despite none being in the museum. But nothing since then. But still, Iceberg Loungue was a place for dinner for the feline themed designer, and also a hangout the black cat might show up at.
Felicia Hardy	They'd started making a plan, but then fell out of touch for whatever reason. Now though, Black Cat has a hankering for a heist, and has decided to look up the white cat one more time - which is why she slinks in - in her thievin' identity as the Black cat - complete with mask and a daringly dipped neckline. She sways her hips as she approaches in the direction of the bar, grinning and stretching her long fingers overhead while she comes up towards your section and offers, "Ivory, it's been tooo long. Like the broadway show says, what's up pussycat?" A teasing tone and a laughing welcome.
Ivory	"I've got flowers and lots of hours to spend with you." Ivory replies, picking up the Tom Jones lyrics with a little wink, themselves turning to the Black cat, offering a smile and an arm, some kind of pinkish drink in a Martini glass in front of them. "But see what the cat dragged in. If that isn't the Black Cat, I'm gonna eat a hat! Though I would need to borrow one from the enterpreneur to have that snack."
Felicia Hardy	"Okay champ, I don't know if you've been spending too much time with the Mad Hatter, but I was just trying to be clever with the opening." Felicia settles up to the bar, crossing her arms and leaning her upper body onto the counter-top after hopping onto the stool, waving a single finger at the bartender to ask for a drink, before saying more quietly, "How have you been? I was just thinking the other day about the plans we made.....
Ivory	Ivory says, "Oh no, I just know the song, and I do have time." Ivory replies, pointing to their own glass. "Oh, just drinking an Ally Cat in the Iceberg, selling T-shirts via the Internet, organizing a pride parade... The usual. And you?""
Felicia Hardy	"I'm going to steal the Declaration of Independence." She leaves that hanging out in the air, takingher drink when it arrives from the bartender and then smirking with a laugh, raising her glass to you in salute before taking a slow sip, "Are you still interested in getting out there and.... getting into the business?"
Ivory	"And read some secret message on the back of it?" Ivory remarks, giving a little grin, and then a shrug, before taking a sip from the own glass in salute. "But I bet you have a plan. You always have a plan. I'm bored, I got time, so, call me in?"
Felicia Hardy	The shining jewel of Gotham's corrupt underworld, where everyone from the mob to the mare to the occasional Gothan supervillain shows up. And even though Black Cat is really more of a New York girl she's here - in her custome and masked identity, sitting at the bar sipping a drink and talking very lowly to Ivory next to her, concoting some sort of plan or recruitment. "I think I've got a couple of plans, and the Gotham museum is having a gala exhibition coming up very soon, within the next month. But it's not a one-person sort of thing, you know?" She turns to eye her companion a bit critically, raising an eyebrow and saying, "But you can't be half-in and half out. If you wanna join that life, it's gotta be your focus." Never let it be said Felicia accepts less than the best!
Ivory	Ivory says, "Not a one man show? That must be a great plan. Getting theat old piece of paper os a two cat operation." Ivory ponders about the implications, slowly shrugging. "I got the time and all. Just need to keep up the facade, even doing things for you or others. So, what's the plan and all?""
Felicia Hardy	"Do you own any designer dresses, something you can come into a gala in? It's going to be a 'plant the cooperator in advance' kind of thing. I can get you a ticket, so that's not a problem." Felicia turns her attention back to her drink, idly swaying her hip from side to side as if full of nervous energy she needs to let go, "You'll need to hide before the event is over, somewhere you can still be inside after it ends and closes down."
Doctor Doom	The mood of the lounge is as ever gay and jubilant, the cream of Gotham society indulging in hedonistic carousing and networking; there, beneath a frosted chandelier, sits Tony "Two Ton" Marcianno, a hitman for a local crime family; opposite him is the songstress Lily Evers, a luscious figure infamous for her casual and always-ending-in-drama dalliances with dangerous men. When Tony's eyes manage to pry themselves from Lily's cleavage, they alight upon the broad shoulders and wobbling chins of local political machine boss Richard Strong, who finds the obvious jokes about his name profoundly tedious. The porcine politician has eyes for the shapely singer, and he's nursing a few drinks near a black-veined marble pillar. He'll make his move as soon as the alcohol's properly flowing through his hardened veins. But before that happens, true chill comes to the Iceberg -- from its grand doors emerges the towering figure of Doctor Doom, his grim mask a portrait of judgmental superiority, his green-cloaked figure seemingly out of place amidst the cold aesthetic of the club. Doom is no socialite. Doom does not rub elbows with the peasantry, and next to him, all those who gather here are peasants. Nevertheless, he enters, striding over blue carpets with heavy, sullen footsteps. His path brings him near dear ol' Richard, who squints up at him with gleaming pinprick eyes full of liquid courage. Doom stares back at the blubbery buffoon. "Move, and I will graciously pretend you did not stand in my way."
Ivory	Ivory says, "Kitten, I am a designer. I can make up a designer suit. I might not be a big name, but they need a lot of small names to fill the ranks of a Gala. I might have just enough clout to get it done." Ivory ponders the options a few long moments, then shrugs after a few moments later. "Though if you want to see me in a dress... That's special. Really special... would I go to the Gala with a fitting Gentlewoman for a dress in the arm?" A little wink follows. When the Doom enters the Iceberg, he is quietlyuickly the center of attention of course, at least for some of the assorted. And so the eyes of Ivory rest on him too."
Felicia Hardy	"Suit, dress, whatever." Felicia is about to go on when Doctor Doom - who is pretty out of place here given his meglomaniacal world domination sphere - enters and causes a bit of stirring rumbling. "Frak, what's he doing here?" She turns and sees the small kerfluffle at the door, watching Doom for a long second, and then glancing around as if to clock other exits.
Doctor Doom	There is a tense moment where it seems a confrontation is inevitable -- a moment where the blood of Richard Strong might run hot, and he'll rise to the provocation of the Supreme Lord of Latveria. That moment comes and goes in a flash, and the pudgy fellow nearly trips in his haste to step aside. "M-my apologies, Doctor Doom," he stammers, sobering up right quick. He stands numb and military, opening a path for Doom to continue his stride. And continue Doom does, apathetic to the stares of his lessers, his expression inscrutable beneath that cold iron mask. He continues on, he turns, and then -- He pauses in front of Black Cat and Ivory, and it is the former who earns a hard-eyed stare, the intensity of his gaze near hypnotic. "You stole a painting on loan from London to the Gotham Museum of Art," Doom remarks, his voice a low and sepulchral metal hiss. "You will give it to me."
Felicia Hardy	Felicia finishes her drink while Doctor Doom approaches, gulping down the burning brown liquid with a smack of her lips and then a wry shake of her head and an 'ah'. She then turns, standing up off the stool and coming to her not so impressive height, shoulders back, looking up as Doctor Doom approaches, "I did?" She touches her chest in mock innocence and then says, "Do you see anywhere in this suit it looks like I could hide a painting? Even if I did, I wouldn't have it on me."
Ivory	Ivory isn't in the focus of the Doom it seems, but as the ruler of Latveria is focussing on their company, the head turns between the two, the head shaking a tiny bit. "I don't think there is room in the suit for a painting. Besides, it would ruin it to be out of the frame and not rolled up."
Doctor Doom	A contemptuous hand unfurls and delivers a stinging backhand to the pale cheek of the Black Cat, leaving her head ringing as the superhuman strength of Doom's gauntleted knuckles makes her skin flush scarlet and hot. "Spare us both the indignity of your wit," the tyrant commands, and his eyes burn with an inner fire. "You did not understand the value of what you took, and it is for that reason alone I spare you. Nestled away in one of your hidey-holes is a piece of Latverian history; it will be returned to its proper place." Ivory, fortunately, does not get struck. It seems the trick is to be mouthy out of arm's reach.
Felicia Hardy	For whatever reason, Felicia takes the slap - though she rolls her head with it in the practiced ease of someone who knows how to take a hit, letting her upper body roll to the side and then back up so that her face is reddened but no actual damage is done. She reaches up and rubs her cheek and then says, in the sense of humor famous within the spidey-verse, "If you've got a problem with the store return policy, then I'm sure I can put you in touch with a manager." But then, she raises both hands, showing them to be empty in the universal gesture of peace, "Oh, /that/ Gotham painting. I didn't steal it, but I think I do happen to know where it is, by coincidence. I might be able to convince someone to bring it to the Latvian embassy?"
Ivory	Ivory blinks at the exchange, stepping back just enough to try to make sure they have little beef in the exchange... or to note.
Doctor Doom	"See that you do," Doom instructs, and then turns upon an iron heel. He could teleport out, but slow-walking his way back to the entrance is more dramatic, and if Victor Von Doom is anything, it is dramatic. "I will not be so kind the next time." And there he goes, as ominous on the way out as he was on the way in.
Felicia Hardy	"That's what we're all here for, the milk of human kindness." Felicia quips, and then turns to Ivory. She shrugs her shoulders, whispering, "Supervillains, am I right? Look I..." She shifts her eyes, which far from being afraid are already crafty, calculating, "I've got to go. But I will stay in touch about that plan."