Stark Enterprises Gala Soho Room

The street was shut down, early in the morning; the stage was assembled, vendors brought in to give away food, drinks of all sorts of varieties. Some Stark Enterprises has paid for, others are more local faire, business people looking to spread their name with free samples and such at the large gala event, and mega-concert by the most popular band in at least three realities, Ground Zero.

It is a flurry of activity, and parking has long since been full, residents renting out their own business parking lots or even residences at a small sum to make the walking distance to the event less painful, but there are buses with the Stark logo slapped on for today's event that ferry people over from designated parking areas and lots. This is, needless to say, indeed an event that is living up to its advertisements in sheer size, provisions, and entertainment.

The event opens with OK GO's “Invincible” bursting through the speakers, though it appears by the scheduled events that Ground Zero isn't playing until after the initial events so as to keep the maximum number of people here. As the music plays through the loudspeakers, a golden-and-red iconic (to some) figure drops like rock from high above. Blue-white jets flare from the feet and hands, and the visage of Iron Maiden stops, just two feet above the ground. She spins around, before two shoulder-rocket packs spring up, and fire into the air, showering the crowd overhead with a fantastic display of opening gala fireworks.

And, if the visage of the Iron Maiden weren't enough to ensure you that this was no male Iron Man, the voice does, “Are you ready to party?!” She asks, boisterously. “What better way to get to know your neighbors, than to have fun. People, we're here for you. And we hope you'll come to realize that. Stark Enterprises is about bringing betterment of life through technology, and the spirit of man. That's why we're here. Some of you, I hope, will come join our ranks and lend your expertise; not only of technology, but the City as well. Some of you will want to meet me. And I /know/ I want to meet some of you. But, enough talking. The drinks are flowing, the music's hopping, and the jobs are plentiful, and Ground Zero is here to rock our panties off. Let's get this party started!”

Floodlights go on, and the party is thus underway, as Iron Maiden flies offstage. Shortly thereafter, Toni Stark appears. It'd appear that the Iron Maiden is not going to be partying it up all night. But, Toni looks no less for the wear in her stunning green dress as she begins to move about the crowd.

“Thank you City!” JD's voice yells over the speakers even before the band takes the stage. “Let's hear it for Toni Stark, Stark Enterprises, and the Iron Maiden!”

At this, Alexandra Huntington's heavy bass work begins, playing the familiar opening chords to Iron Man. However, as soon as Yama's guitar joins in, they seamlessly seque into Gates of Tomorrow by Iron Maiden (the band, not the superheroine). The band takes the stage, Alex and Yama and JD with their instruments already on them (in JD's case, a microphone) while Jessica and Rick rush to theirs (keyboards and drums, respectively). In seconds, hard rock is blaring from the speakers and the party is ON!

Mallory of course came here by special invitation, and the young woman is looking forward to hearing the band. The tall woman is dressed in tall boots and a short white skirt, with a metallic gold cropped top that suggests either high tech armor or disco attire. The result looks more mod than anything else - She might well have stepped out of a portal from the 1960s. And if she's grinning from ear to ear, well, that's just to be expected too. She grins and claps at Toni Stark's speech. Who doesn't love a good party?

Brenden Yama is doing some last minute checks on the instruments before the band starts to play. The dark-haired guitarist looks over at his lead singer. “Not too bad a crowd. You about ready?” He looks back at the other musicians. “We're go in five.”

Emma misses the speech but arrives just as the music starts. Well, so much for talking to anyone. She heads for the bar, smiling at Mallory as they pass. Yelling to be heard, she orders a gin and tonic, and sips it while watching the crowd. Pretty good turn-out, but then the offers of free food and booze and a concert by a headlining band usually draws folks. Things to note if she ever decides to do something like this herself.

Lest anyone accuse Ix of drifting away from his itinerant roots, he's snagged a ride in the back of a van, complete with mix tapes and interesting scents and outfits that /almost/ cause his to not stick out like a sore thumb. Almost. Once they get close enough and park, everyone hops out and grabs a few blankets and things and covers the remaining distance on foot, setting up camp a moderate distance from the stage and a nice short distance from the booze. “Oh, hey, far out!” he calls out to the bartender, pointing toward Emma. “I'll have a jynnan tonix, too. What's in it, anyway?” The name's always the same wherever he's been; the contents, not so much.

From behind Emma, and Ix, Toni appears, laughing. “A little of this, a little of that,” she tells Ix, humored. “Enough to taste, not enough to get you wasted. At least, not from a glass or two.” She gestures to the bartender, “I'll have a shot of that malted whiskey I had brought in, if you please. And whatever else these fine people want.” Sure, she's talking loud, over the concert, but she doesn't seem to mind.

Mallory and Emma, in particular, are given smiles. “Ladies, so glad you could make it! I do hope you enjoy yourselves.” Mallory grins as she sees Toni Stark. “Oh, there was no way we were going to miss this!” She shouts above the noise. She's already found herself a glass of something alcoholic and she gestures up towards the stage. “Love your taste in music!” Of course it's hard to be heard right now, but Mallory is making due.

Emma laughs at Ix's 'joke' and shakes her head, wide-eyed. “I have no idea!” she yells back, believing that she's playing along with a joke. “Try it and find out.” She chuckles as Toni also carries on the 'joke.' She turns to their hostess and smiles, “Thanks for the invitation. Any chance to see those guys play is a welcome one,” she jerks her thumb at the band on stage.

The party is well underway with a large crowd rocking out to decent tunes, dancing or attempting to hold conversation far from the stage in the area where food and drink are being provided. A text message is sent out to various friends that reads: The life of the party has arrived! Where're you? Not with me! We need to remedy that ASAP! Another message is on the heels of that one reading: Heading to the bar ladies. ^-^

“Well, if they have a phone with them and it's set to vibrate they might get the message. Either way I tried!” Tony smiles at Wanda who is accompanying him as they navigate the crowd toward one of the bars that has a minimal line. “Care for a drink?” It's only polite to ask as they approach the bar tender. “Scotch, neat…” Looking to Wanda to see if she's adding to his. Those that know him or Wanda might notice them close by.

Wanda is wearing a blue and white dress that more kimono than it isn't. Gold and white cranes spread wings against a brilliant cobalt blue. The thing is shoulderless, but has wide sleeves, a white sash and goes down to only mid thigh. No jewelry or makeup, just a nice dress. “I would.” A drink. She's looking around at everyone, wondering about the party. Kind of got a bad feeling too. Parties are not her thing. “Whatever you are having is fine.” And since people are at the bar, well, she notices others and beams at Emma and Weaver. Lifts a hand in hello.

Emma's words are music to Ix's ears– and Toni's answer is just the right amount of vague to intrigue him further, as if he needed it. Half the glass is downed in one go. “Not bad!” he declares, gesturing with what's left of it for the bartender to go ahead and set up an encore. “So how many bands they got lined up for this thing, anyway? And is 'OK GO' a name or a stage direction?” This is why he doesn't have a gig as a music critic; he tries to keep up, but…

WARNING: OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE AHEAD.

After a pause to catch their breathes, JD leads the band into another song, the Ground Zero favorite “What the F*ck is Wrong With You?” and by the first chorus, several repetitions of the 'Hey, you, what the fuck is wrong with you?'), large sections of the crowd are chanting along with them. JD encourages them by jumping up and down on stage and clapping his hands above his head in time to the beat.

“Just a band, back on the world that I came from,” Toni answers to Ix, cheerfully. She notices the people looking both towards Emma, and Mallory. And, she tilts her head to the right, briefly, in which a small voice is giving directions through a minute communicator in her earrings. Her gaze shifts towards Tony, and Wanda curiously. She answers to Ix, “Just Ground Zero.”

Her smile curves, “From what I understand, nobody will ever follow them. Or open up for them. And they're my kind of people.” She lifts up her glass, towards the sound-stage where below many people have begun a mosh-pit in reverence to Ground Zero's sound superiority.

She offers, then, to Ix, “Toni Stark. Pleased to meet you.”

Emma smiles at Tony and Wanda as they approach, and she diverts slightly towards them, gesturing them over. “Mr. Stark, Ms. Eisenhardt, come here. Let me introduce you to our hostess, Toni Stark.” She grins broadly at this. “Toni, meet Tony Stark and his personal pancake-delivery system, Wanda Eisenhardt.”

Suddenly, Emma's head snaps around to look at Wisdom, and she frowns. Then she shrugs and turns her attention back to Tony Stark and Wanda and her friends. “So, anyways. Lovely party, isn't it?”

Mallory shouts out, “Wanda! Tony!” and quickly converges on their location to give the two a hug. She doesn't seem drunk or anything, just very comfortable in crowds. She grins. “How are two of my favorite people this lovely evening!” Anyone's guess if her voice can actually be heard above the pounding music.

There's a flash of a peace sign at the bartender since it's rather hard to hear people even this far away from the stage. Drinks up Tony tips the bartender though it's not necessary and sips when he notes that Emma and Mallory are nearby. “Seems like they found us,” he laughs holding out the other drink for Wanda to accept. They approach the gathering of women and man. “Emma, Mallory, and friend.” Tony smiles in greeting to the ladies and Ix while hugging Mallory mindful of the drink in his hand. “I'm doing alright, thank you for asking Mallory. I'll be doing better in an hour or so. Enjoying the party?” With a tilt to his head he gazes at Toni curiously, “Toni Stark? This is a first! What're the odds hmm?” A sip of his scotch before he offers his hand to Toni. “Anthony Stark, it's a pleasure to meet you and let me be the first to commend you for your excellent taste in fashion and spectacle.”

Hugs are good and Wanda returns it warmly, “Mallory! I'm so glad you are here.” After that it's meeting the host and the tall woman inclines her head, talking above the noise. “It's nice to meet you.” Female Tony.. Now she's seen it all. As Tony arrives she accepts her glass, but doesn't drink from it. “This is surreal.” Admitted with a grin.

And so, the two meet. And, by all appearances, Toni seems as amused as Tony is. She eyes the man, thoughtfully, smile never quite fading from her lips. She looks over to Mallory, and states as if it were now fact, “I was right,” she states, with certainty. “I do have better legs.” She curves a smile, then holds out a hand to greet Tony with. “I'm glad at least a few people appreciate it. Anyone can hold a job fair, but they're dry and boring. I don't do dry, and boring, Anthony. Antoinette Stark, of course.” She nods to Wanda, and observes, “And you as well. I'd like to know where I can sign up, for that pancake delivery service,” is spoken, with an air of appreciation for the Wanda's beauty.

“Given infinity?” Emma chuckles at Tony's 'odds' comment, “Inevitable, really. Also, there's a Tony Stark out there that is a blue-skinned purple feathered hermaphrodite pirate who sails a tall-ship and loves banana daquiris. Infinity is wacky that way.” She watches Toni hitting on Tony's girl, and starts snickering. “Oh this is going to go wonderfully!”

Ix nods to Toni as she explains about the lineup. “Well, they've got the name going for them, anyway. Anyone who names a rock band after large-scale devastation has the right idea in mind for their sound.” And then she's off to the next stop in her rounds of greetings, and the rest of his drink is polished off. He, too, arches a brow as the other Tony introduces himself in turn. Does he have a female Betelgeusean counterpart wandering around the mishmash somewhere? And if they ever meet, will there be /any/ drinks left afterward?

Mallory grins at Wanda. “I know, right? But she seems really nice. And by that I mean…it's really surreal.” She waggles her eyebrows and goes for another drink. She chokes back a laugh as Toni flirts with Wanda. “Oh god. They really are…” Mallory swallows what she was going to say: they really are alike aren't they? She instead poises herself to rescue Wanda - not that Wanda will need rescuing. Girl can handle herself just fine…

Lifting that glass to her lips, Wanda pauses. Pancake delivery service? There's an amused glance sent towards Emma for that, the speedster's eyes a vivid shade of blue. The drink lowers and a smile curves in a coy manner. “I suppose that depends on whether or not you can arm wrestle Tony for me, and how good a kisser you are, Ms Stark.” A sidelong glance is given Weaver and then she finally takes a drink of her scotch. “I think the true question, dear Toni, is whether or not you believe you can handle me, but I so know I could handle you.” She's so modest and unassuming, isn't she?

Emma laughs, rolling her eyes slightly at the three-way bravado-fest going on. “What is the female equivelent of waving your dick?” she asks Mallory. “Boob-measuring? Hold on, I need to find some popcorn!” She winks broadly to show that she is quite amused by the whole thing. “If you all will hold on a moment, I think I have the number to a place that does on-site installation of oil or jello-wrestling tubs, we can settle this in the squared circle, if you want?” She turns to smile at Ix, “You'd enjoy that, right?”

Quirking an eyebrow at Emma, “There is actually a Smurf version out there. Poor guy. Anyways, your imagination is weirding me out a little bit right now but give me a little time and half a bottle of single malt, and I'll come up with something equally as fantastical about your dwarven counterpart with the beastly white beard…I'll stop before I really get going. I'm here hoping to have the tunes attempt to destroy my hearing.” Coming to stand beside Ix he sips at his scotch watching the women conversate as his sneaker clad foot taps to the beat of the current song. “I've met you before somewhere. Can't quite put my finger on it but you're right about the band. The harder the better. Not that I've heard them before right now.” Hopefully Ix will jog his memory of meeting the man in the Spaceport but if not they can get to know each other now. At least that's the intent though he's quite distracted by everything going on and most notably the interplay between Toni, and Wanda. “Emma, they're not ….though you're idea has some merit. There has to be a handicap however. I suggest tying Wanda's hands behind her back but she'd easily slip out of that. Oil or not.”

Toni isn't drawn off that easily. Still, the merriment in her eyes suggests she rather likes Wanda, or at least, the woman's attitude. “Well, I'm not the kind to kiss and tell,” she answers to Wanda. “But I've not had any complaints, yet. So you'd have to see for yourself.” She adds, “I could leave you my number, if you wished?” Though, if knowing Tony is any indicator, she's probably only engaging in amusing banter.

She looks back to Tony, assessing him more astutely, “Still. A pleasure to meet my other self. I'm glad I turned out fairly decently. We should have dinner, sometime. Drinks. Compare notes, and all that rubbish.”

There's a disapproving look for Emma from Wanda. “If we measure that I've surely lost even before it begins.” Claims the woman with no cleavage to speak of. “And ruin my dress?” Dismay, albeit mocked, for wrestling in tubs. “No thank you.” Imperious that look. She could give Namor lessons at this rate. To Toni there's a smile, warm. “I'm a one man kind of woman, I'm sorry.” Although anyone who knows Tony is sure to laugh at that idea. Wanda doesn't seem too concerned over the Starks getting together either, but there's a pause to look over Ix. Sorry, busy night here at the party. Tie her up? “As if. You should give her an opponent that at least has a chance at losing.” The arrogance flies!

“Jello wrestling tubs?” Mallory just looks confused as she glances over at Emma. “I don't get it.” Which she almost certainly doesn't. But she simply shrugs and goes back to drinking and listening to the music, keeping one ear open to the conversation around her.

“Oh, the squared circle is banned in my home galaxy,” Ix explains. “The mathematicians' union spent fourteen millennia proving that it was impossible, and by Zarquon, they weren't going to give up that franchise.” “And you can't let those two be on the same side,” he continues, pointing out Toni and Tony. “I've seen that trick before– they switch places behind the referee's back, and they get away with it because he can't tell them apart.” Hey, it worked for the Dudley Boys, didn't it? Leaving the Wonder Twins and Wanda to their threesome already in progress, Ix returns his attention more fully to Emma. “How about you and me, one on one, then? I promise not to bet against myself.”

“You could always just ask her not to use both hands,” Emma points out to Tony with a chuckle. Then to Wanda, “No, not ruin your dress. Obviously. You… well, I'll let a Stark explain how that works,” she chuckles, dropping that problem squarely on the lap of a Ton(i)(y). Then Wanda issues the Challenge, and Emma chuckles. To Mallory, she says, “It's… Jello is… Oh never mind. The point is, they'd both be slippery, wet, and probably more than half naked.” Lastly, she turns to Ix and snickers at the 'wonder twins' comment. “Wait, did you just challenge me to a jello wrestling match?”

The band takes a brief pause again while JD banters with the crowd, and then they launch into a rousing rendition (even if no one here has ever heard it before) of Runrig's Our Earth was Once Green, with JD taking up the violin to play the fiddle parts and Yama joining him on vocal duties for the Rory Macdonald parts.

“I can't say the same,” Tony interjects seriously as his escapades were often public knowledge. “There's quite a lot of speculation that makes up for the lack of decent gossip about my sordid past though I've tended to help nudge that along, with a sledge hammer, just for my own amusement.” Given the once over by Toni his dark eyes return the favor as he casually sips his scotch. “Hmm, if you're asking me out on a date while flirting in front of me with my girlfriend I am more inclined to play hard to get. For now, Toni.”

Wanda is having quite a good time bringing bout a smug near ear splitting grin as he sidles up to Weaver wrapping a loose arm around her shoulders. “See, when two incredibly attractive women put on skimpy metallic bikini's they get oil'd up by their manager then they wrestle each other till one gives up or is pinned down for longer than three seconds. There's a lot of hair pulling, entanglements and often they lose what little clothing they had. It really ought to be ruled porn at some point.” Ever helpful.

Wanda thinks about this. “I don't know if I'd mind rolling around with Weaver in some oil.” Said in thoughtful tone with a tap to the chin, but it doesn't last. There's a grin as she moves opposite Tony and attempts to slide her arm around Weaver. Of course the speedster is not being serious, but she finds it good fun just the same.

“At some point,” agrees Toni, casually, towards Tony and Weaver both. “The problem is is that before, or after the bikini's become either too slippery to stay on, or they simply get pulled off?” She seems humored by the entire affair. She adds, then, “There's also mud and oil, too. You can't just limit yourself to Jell-O, afterall. A girl has to have variety in her life.”r Glancing back at Wanda, “Oh, I don't know. I'm used to getting my way. One way, or another,” she teases back. “But, losing, in some circumstances, can certainly provide it's own benefits.” The conspiratorial look suggests Wanda ought to know exactly what Toni means.

“That's quite alright, Mr. Stark. Play hard to get. But, you know where to reach me, when you're ready.” Finally she glances back towards Ix, and just chuckles.

Mallory listens intently to Tony's explanation. “So…you're saying it's like a gladiator match, except with sex?” She nods seriously. “No wonder I'm not familiar with that. Where I come from, that would be so illegal, they'd have to arrest the people who arrested the people who participated.” Then she gazes very calmly at Tony and with a completely straight face asks: “What's porn?” She looks at the circle of people to see anyone wants to fill her in on that definition. Mallory then coughs at Wanda's comment. “Wanda!” …and she actually blushes.

“Purely social engagement then? Not that I'm not overly fond of mixing business with pleasure; which I'm sure you feel the same way,” Tony offers a knowing smile to Toni. Slipping away from Weaver slightly he shakes his head in mock-dismay. “Sadly no sex. There's no fight to the death either. It's merely a feast for the eyes. As for porn I'm not surprised in the least that you've not stumbled upon it. I'm sure Steve's computers have some security built in to keep him from goggling anything remotely related.” He is of course picking on his friend per usual. Leaning inward he whispers a brief explanation that will probably burn her mostly-innocent ears.

A glance is cast towards Ix and Emma who are probably setting up the details for their jello tub match that's off ppv. This seems like the perfect moment to approach his alternate self waving towards her glass with his own. “Refill? I have to admit curiosity is eating at me though now is not the best time nor place for us to dish out our life stories to each other.”

Ix blinks in confusion, studying Emma's expression. “I thought that's what you said you wanted! But it /is/ pretty loud,” he adds, gesturing toward the nearest few speaker towers. He looks like he's being completely serious about it all, at least. And over to Mallory, next: “Oh, and I think 'porn' is what people call something when they're pretending to be offended by it. Never saw the point, myself.”

There's bright laughter for that blush. “You are a wonder.” Wanda compliments Weaver and gives her a one harmed hug. “Porn is sex, dear, only recorded in some manner.” See, that's easy to explain. As for Toni there's this grin that can only be described as arrogant and maybe even a little evil. “But see, dear, that's why Tony dates me. He can't get his way with me if I don't want him too.” Lost cause Toni, sorry! Tony gets a smirk, “Do easy on her, dear.” Poor Mallory!

“I did mention the installers did Jell-o or oil,” Emma points out mildly to Toni, grinning. See? She'd already thought of the variety issue. She blinks in confusion at Ix, and shakes her head. “I asked if you would enjoy watching her,” she points at Wanda, “and her,” she points at Toni, “and possibly him,” she points at Tony, “oil-wrestling. I never volunteered to do it myself! I'm horrible at that sort of thing. PhysEd was my worst subject in school.” Not true, but she likes to pretend at being feeble. And compared to the others present? She is.

“Steve doesn't have a computer,” Mallory explains with a smile. Why would he? Then Tony leans over and whispers in her ear. “Oh, I see.” She bites her lip and shakes her head, grinning at Wanda. “Well, that's very generous of people to let themselves be filmed like that.” A second later, because she IS smart, she says, “Oh, it's a paid thing, isn't it? Like prostitution? Hmm.” She shakes her head.

“Well, to each their own.” She does grin at Ix's comment. “I like that! You're right: I don't see the point either.” Weaver's not really innocent so much as unfamiliar - it doesn't actually take very long to get her 'up to speed' to speak. With that, she goes to refill her drink! For reasons!

Toni hardly looks disappointed, and assuages, agreeably to Tony, “Sounds like a perfectly interesting evening, even without the sex.” She has to laugh towards Emma's defense - or lack thereof, of the blonde's ineptitude at wrestling in various slippery substances. More soberly, and after another drink, she suggests to her male counterpart, “However, I would wager we're both equally as curious about the other. Victor will be entirely amused and a bit put off, when I tell him I've found my male double. He had this entire theory how two people of exact origin from alternate realities couldn't co-exist on the same plane, or something.” She waves a hand, dismissively.

Me? Tony gazes at Wanda mischieviously before telling Mallory about porn while also teasing that if you have a two monitor setup with surround sound speakers you feel as if you're in the porn. “I told him I'd give him a computer,” he sounds exasperated. “Hell, I don't know why I bother. He barely uses his phone, manages to break it all of the time, and I have to sit there resetting everything and downloading Cupcake Avalanche or he'll whine about not saving the princess.” Someone else can handle explaining the particulars of the porn industry in comparison to the Strip if they want. He's not touching that subject!

Perking up at Emma's idea, “I'm not opposed to being the referee in a match between the women. The ref always ends up in the middle, right?” Not to mention he's a narcisst which means that the ultimate achievement of narcissism is to truly love oneself. Something to be amused about for some time to come at least. “Victor?” He asks of Toni. “I'm glad you're bursting his bubble so to speak as I've run into various Magneto's and the world hasn't collapsed in on itself. I maintain that with the two of us coinciding in the same place that the city, world what have you, will not be able to withstand the sheer magnificence we radiate.”

Wanda nods for Mallory's questions. Yep, paid, but there's no embarrassment. Not like she's done as such, nor does she intend to. The speedster lets Weaver go and finishes her own drink. If Tony doesn't mind she seeks to take his hand. “Poor dear.” Mock sympathy for setting up Steve's phone. No, there's no pity here. As for the rest she's smiling as Tony speaks to the others. “Just wait until you meet the rest of his friends. It's incredible.” The robots and the turtles and that British guy.. After a moment Wanda attempts to trade drinks with her boyfriend. Here, gimme that. She wants a swallow.

Emma snickers at Tony, “Well, since in this version, she,” pointing at Toni, “is in the oil, and you're the only other Stark comma T around, I think it would be your DUTY to offiiate the match. It would be the polite thing,” she nods somberly. She chuckles at the 'Victor' comments, and looks at Toni, “Are you talking about that fellow you mentioned last night? Your friend, von Doom? What sort of name is that, anyways? It sounds fakey. AND aliterative,” she throws a wink at Mallory while smoothly stepping just out of Weaver's arm's reach. “Victor Von Doom,” agrees Toni. “He came onboard to Stark Enterprises after Reed Richards killed his entire family with his terrorist group. He's one of the more brilliant minds, next to my own of course, that's helped make Stark what it is.” She flashes a smile at Tony. “But, yes. I'm rather guessing we could make some waves, Mr. Stark, you and I.”

Wanda's given a smile, and a laugh but something Tony's said strikes her odd. “There's alternate versions of magnetism, as well? Now that is interesting. Do the physics apply different, in each universe?” “Different versions of a man that manipulates magnetism,” Tony clarifies for Toni though clearly his mood has shifted into something akin to impassive. When Wanda switches drinks with him he raises his glass finding that his is now empty which is very unfortunate. Upper lip pulls over the lower a tick while Wanda's hand is given a tight squeeze. The empty cup is lowered to idly tap at the outside of his leg. There can be a refill obtained in a moment which will be sorely needed.

“To make certain I have the right of things; you're telling me that in your world Reed went postal as a terrorist who killed his entire family, and Stark is being run by yourself with the cooperation of Doom?” No matter what the answer is there, which is not what's gnawing away at his mind like a swarm of virus ridden nanites, the real issue is something that may be more in there here and now. “And that Doom is here with you?” As she is in contact with Doom in some fashion.

Mallory isn't familiar with the names, so she really has no point of reference. She shrugs as she returns with her own refilled whiskey and listens to the conversation, although she fills in with, “And apparently Doom is, despite the sinister, alterative name-” She tips her glass at Emma. ”–a very nice sort.” She looks back at Tony and Wanda. “You two need refills.” She goes again to take care of that pressing need. Apparently Mallory /can/ be a team player when she needs to!

“No, Toni, he said 'magneto',” Emma attempts to clarify. “It's apparently the name of some guy from some versions of our worlds who controls magnetic fields. As I understand it, he's an old, crusty guy with a big hate-on for humanity in general, the Nazis in specific, or whoever you're talking to in particular, depending on who is doing the telling.” She might not be the best person to be doing this so-called 'clarifying' actually. She frowns for a moment, thinking about something. “Wait a moment. I have heard that name before. Victor von Doom. Why do I… OH!” she snaps her fingers, eyes wide. “He's on the City Council. I had to get him to sign off on the construction of my building. That's why I know that name.”

“We do.” Wanda agrees of refills. She's listening to the talk of Victor and Magneto, but there's nothing said. Mostly because she really doesn't want to get involved there. Although once Emma is involved there's a sigh, “Emma, please. That's my father you are speaking of.” No point in denying that. “Not that she's wrong.” Noted to the other. Old, crusty guy indeed. “The man is insane.” Sour that and she decides that she really needs to shut up again. Lips thin and eyes grow pale. The Doom on her world isn't any better either.

Ground Zero wrap up the set with a rendition of “Still Alive” from the Portal end credits, with Alexandra on vocals. Once that is done, JD says, “Thank you folks! We've been great! We'll take a break and then come back for more face-rocking in about half an hour. And if you want to autograph Brendan's boobs, he'll be over at the bar, not getting drunk!” With that he tosses the microphone to a stage-hand and stomps off to find a bottle of water with electrolytes. “Controlling magnetic fields isn't that difficult,” Toni illicits. “I've got some capability with that in my armor,” she tells the others. “But, certainly any technology in the wrong hands can lead to misfortune. One only needs look at people like Reed Richards to know that. At least,” she addenums, “In my world.”

“At least,” she ventures cheerfully, “Things will remain interesting. I do so hate being bored.”

“He is?” Emma blinks in surprise at Wanda. “I had no idea. I've never met the man, personally. I did say 'as I understand it'.” She finishes off her drink, looks at Ix to see if he still has a pulse, shrugs, and starts to order another when her phone goes off. “Oh bother. Excuse me please,” she steps a little ways away to take the call without interrupting the conversation

“That still doesn't …” Tony trails off as Emma mentions that von Doom is on the Council here in the city and responsible for her acquiring a building. How did an evening with an excellent face smashing rock band and free drinks turn into an impromptu grand reveal of multiple Doom's? There has to be some way to salvage this…evening. “Boredom is impossible here.” Where did his cup go? Weaver borrowed it. “Hey, I'm going to help Mallory out. She doesn't have enough hands to for all of the drinks.” A squeeze to Wanda's hand, even a peck to the cheek, and he's exited stage left to get something stronger than the scotch he had previously while chatting up Mallory. “We should gather up everyone and find a good spot on the fringes to listen to the band. Join the masses, dance a bit, see if anyone is flashing the lead singer that sorta thing.” The further away he gets from conversation about Doom the better.

Ix is just getting around to his third round of drinks now - he's been quietly following the back-and-forth about who's going to get to referee what - but he motions for a fourth to be brought over in advance when he hears that Brendan and company are heading over. /Someone/ in that group is liable to keep the bar tied up for a while. “So why's he named Doom if he's a nice guy? Did it come from another language or something? It sounds kind of like… what's that language that's spoken all over that one northern continent? Chinese, I think?”

Mallory meets Tony on her way back, with drinks in her hands. She rather immediately notices that Tony seems a little out of sorts and nods to his suggestion. “That sounds like a brilliant idea,” she says with a smile. “Let's grab Wanda - figuratively speaking, although you're welcome to do it literally - and do that.” She sips at her own drink while scouting for a place to hang out and party. Something spooked her friend, and while she's not sure what, she'll certainly respect the tactical retreat.

“Latverian,” corrects Toni, watching as the 'other' Tony goes to help Weaver gather drinks. “Scotch, if you please,” she says winking at Tony's departure. So, that leaves her, Ix, and Wanda. She looks aside towards Wanda, “Well. At least I'm interesting in at least two realities,” she points out, good humored. “You can imagine my intrigue when I went to register Stark Industries as a name here, and found that it'd already been taken. Still, so far, I have to say I approve of myself. Or, well. However one phrases that.”

Grabbing Wanda has the man leering back at her in particular then glancing back to Weaver. “I am nothing if not accommodating to people's needs.” Since Weaver is heading back with her handful of drinks Tony waits for his at the bar and orders Toni's scotch. As he idles there he picks up on Ix's question nearly growling in the back of his throat though no one would be able to hear it. “They may be acquainted with a nice Doom…” it even pains him to say it. How in the hell can a nice Doom exist anywhere?! “Double!” He calls to the bartender who nods at him. With drink in hand then Toni's he returns to where she stands with Wanda as Emma has gone to handle a call as best that she can and Weaver is off searching for a spot for them all to wedge themselves into.

Ix will be able to hear the conversation and jump in of course as Tony hands over Toni's drink then takes to drinking his as soon as he slips an arm around behind Wanda drawing her to his side. Grabbed. Not yet groped no doubt to Mal's dismay. “Let's just say that I'd rather not have a business lunch or conversation over a coffee if Vic'y is anywhere nearby. No offense to your friend who may be perfectly normal, for once, as the one I'm acquainted with is an ass. Understatement mind you. Considerable understatement.” To Wanda, “Mallory's gone to look for a spot we can rock out in. Toni, your more than welcome to join is though you're either needing to make the rounds before a quick escape or escaping regardless.”

The party seems to show no sign of slowing, but there's no way to judge which way the party is going, as the rock'n'rollers will soon still be rolling. And, eventually Toni's steps take her back towards the bar, after some conversations with some other people, business folks, interested employees, and the like. She moves to the seat next to Tony, and smooths herself into it, crossing her legs and giving him a mischevious sort of smile.

“So, tell me, Mr. Stark. Did you come here, just to meet me? Or are you really that much of a fan of Ground Zero?”

In the span of an hour if not slightly more people have come and gone and at present time Weaver and Emma are elsewhere, and Wanda has gone home for the evening leaving Tony to his own devices. As such he's found a seat near the bar nursing a drink while listening to the music seemingly enjoying himself and more so with the return of Toni. As she seats herself next to him he relates an eeriely similar smile to her, “The former obviously. I'm surprised that we've just now met to be honest.” As the beats continue to be pounded out he flags over someone to see to it that Toni is given a drink then comments about the band. “I hadn't heard of them before tonight though truthfully besides meeting yourself I was looking forward to a decent party.”

“Well, I knew you were about,” admits Toni. “But, I kind of got sidetracked with getting the operations going. Moving and liquidating funds, all that bull.” She shakes her head, smiles. “I had hoped the party would be enough to draw you out.” Her smiles softens, some. “How long have you been here?” She wonders.

“And, more importantly, have you been up to anything interesting? I'm here to help people. And, seems we've got at least a few things in common. Strange, how that plays out. But I wouldn't want to - as they say, step on your toes. Least I could do for myself. Or. Again. No idea how they phrase that, here.”

It's really rather amusing when you take a step back to look at the situation. The best way to lure Tony Stark out of his lab is indeed throwing a party. The other way is to of course blow something up or cause enough of a problem that he felt the need to intervene on behalf of innocent people. The former clearly the better option in this case. “If it were not or the fact that it's a Stark party I probably wouldn't have shown up. Something of this scale is not my thing. As for how long I've been here it's been the better part of nearly a year.” A smile is given before he sips from his drink peering down at the liquid then over to Toni.

“There's no easy way to deal with running into another version of yourself save for the tried and true method of sorting out who wants to be called what and going from there as we're two different people honestly. We are no doubt more different than we are alike; discounting the plumbing of course.” A bright smile then a more serious mean is adopted for talk of what he's been up to. “As you already know Stark Industries is working on a few projects, mostly medical and environmental related, and I've been helping friends on occasion. Beyond that I'm looking to clean up the Clockworks, help a friend out off world, and possibly work with Mallory and Emma on, for lack of a better way of putting it, Space Defense and Rescue.” Tony crosses one leg over the other resting a sneaker to his knee and grabbing his ankle as he speaks with her. “What are your plans if I might ask?”

“All good notions,” agrees Toni, approvingly. “Similiar, though different. Enviormental and medical advancements; but also to secure my own home from others who might use the portals to bring in advanced or futuristic technology. It's why I built the portal device here,” she comments. She shrugs, “But I've only really been here a few short months. And most of that was figuring out everything, and how it worked here, adjusting.”

She admits, “I like to keep busy. Though, sometimes Peter has to literally pull me out of my lab.” The woman smiles at that thought, “Mallory and Emma both seem like excellent people. As does Wanda.” Her eyes slit, her smile curves, “Good choice, there. She looks like fun.”

“Beyond that? See where things take me. I expect I'll find some interesting things here, that I'll incorporate into my armor. And, see what we can do to help people in this City, and back home, have a better, more meaningful life in general. And have fun, while doing it.”

She signals the bartender, and orders yet another whiskey. “I'm sure there are several differences. But, at least I think I like you. That's always a start. Some locals have given me some rather dreadful tales of complete opposites.”

A nod for Toni's plans as they are sound ones not to mention for good reasons. “I take it this portal you have is semi-fixed? Are you activating it when needed to maximize security for the connection or is it a constant opening between worlds that is being monitored? Also, Peter? I'm assuming he's your PA of sorts.” For the both know that they are difficult people to manage and require someone with unique skills that can survive them.

“I've just met Emma recently this week, and find her interesting. She's not even remotely like the Emma that I am used to which is actually quite refreshing. Her since of humor amuses me greatly and Mallory I believe is my long lost twin sister. We're not related but it feels that way AND she's dating Steve which is an added bonus. If you get a chance to hang out with them you should.” The mention of Wanda gets him to snickerfit. “At least your taste in companion seems akin to mine though find your own pancake delivery Wanda as this one's taken thank you.”

“Your armor reminds me of Pepper's actually though hers was equipped for search and rescue instead of fighting. She never wanted a part of what I have to do. I don't blame her for that at all. Just an observation and I'm sure you'll keep tweaking your gear once you see the tech that's all over this city. Hang out at the Spaceport for a bit and you'll see what I mean.”

The bartender vanishes and is coming back with a drink as Tony has to agree with Toni about the tales of others going around the city by word of mouth. “You'll hear it all. I'm apparently…we're apparently dead on many words, a dictator, responsible for mutant genocide amongst other things. It takes some getting used to but I agree with you. We're here to help people, have a damn good time, and enjoy the company of another sane version of ourselves.” Raises his glass to hers now that she has her drink handed over.

Late to the party (isn't that always the case), a young-looking girl in a black tee-shirt with a yellow X on the front, and black leather pants comes wandering into the party scene. She heads for the bar with the unerring instinct of many a similar party attended, and thus she is close enough to spot the Stark Twins. Recognizing at least one of them, Erika smiles and waves at Tony while waiting for her gimlet to be made. This process takes a little longer because the bartender, a twenty-something young man, has to look up what the heck a 'gimlet' is.

“Yes, Peter's a brilliant PA. I'd probably go to pieces, without him. Peter Potts,” she clarifies, with a measure of curiousity to see if Tony is aware of the name.

To the comment of how her armor looks? Toni can only smile, some. “Well, a woman has to look slim and fashionable, while defending her country. And bad-ass, of course.” She winks at Tony, conspiratorally. But a nod follows, along with a placating gesture, “I don't steal boyfriends, or girlfriends,” she assures. “Your pancake delivery service is all yours. That doesn't mean I can't still appreciate that you have it,” she points out, sly manner.

She eyes the approaching young woman, asking Tony, “Another friend of yours, I presume? My, you're popular.”

Laughing despite himself Tony settles quickly, “Peter Potts? Seems we're not the only two that gender flipped. Pepper Potts. You may meet her though she's from another world different to ours. She's running Circuits Maximus if that name rings any bells for you as it did for me.” Settling in for the long haul Tony let's go of his ankle so that his feet are firmly on the ground then smiles knowingly towards Toni, “Appreciate all you like, Toni. Let's just hope I manage to keep things together long enough for you to do so. A friend of mine?” Turning about at the waist he notices Erika across the way at the bar offering up a wave. He waves back then motions for her to come over and join them. “Always,” popular. When Erika arrives he'll introduce them to each other. “Erika, out enjoying the party? Please, join us. Erika Lehnsherr meet Toni Stark and vice versa, so on and so forth, etc.”

“I do hope you're enjoying yourself, Erika,” Toni offers, with a brilliant smile. “I know I am. It's not everyday you get to meet yourself. Especially with a goatee. Albiet, a very handsome goatee. Tony and I were just comparing notes, and - well, getting to know each other on a casual basis. It's good to know we're both as interesting as we think we are,” she proclaims, effortlessly. She lifts the whiskey glass to her lips, sips it, and seems satisfied. Her own legs remain crossed, at the moment.

“That's another purpose of this little party. What better way to network, than at a party? Beats sending boring messages back and forth, and avoids all the crap of the 'have your people call my people' that just bogs everything down.”

She looks towards Tony, briefly, “She knows you well enough, by all accounts. I doubt she's going anywhere. Circuits Maximus? Can't say as I've heard of it,” she confides. “But, I'd love to meet her.”

Erika smiles and starts to raise a hand when Tony uses her full name, and her smile collapses. She shoots him an annoyed look, then merely nods to Toni. “A pleasure to meet you,” she says, offering her hand again. “So, the issue of 'is Tony always a man in every world' has been resolved. I feel less… unique.” She says that like it's a good thing, actually. “I was starting to get worried.” She holds her gimlet with the other hand, eyes roaming over Toni with interest, although not that kind. “Interesting,” she says after a moment, chuckles, and has a sip of her drink. “Funny what's different and what stays the same, isn't it?”

Mugging for them both Tony strokes finger and thumb across his go-t briefly. “Wouldn't boring each other to death be quite possibly the worst fate for us to come upon? We rebel against boredom!” He offers cheerfully. Maybe a bit too much. For Toni's benefit, and if Erika is curious, Tony talks about Circutis Maximus briefly after acknowledging Toni's comment about Wanda and his relationship. “Circuits Maximus is a company that I ran for a time. It's still running in my world as a subsidiary of Stark. In Pott's world she's become the CEO due to her Tony's untimely demise. I've been helping her since we crossed paths here. I can set up something of a meeting with her if you would like to meet her some time, Toni.”

An annoyed look from Erika sails right over his head for the moment. With no idea why she would be annoyed with him he lets the ladies greet each other properly. “Would you prefer we snuggle up close so you can run a comparrison?” He teases then leans closer to Toni while smiling up at Erika. “Can you join us or are you off to join the masses?” Toni doesn't shy away, as her alternate self seems to lean in closer. And, perhaps to Erika's relief, Toni shows absolutely no recognition for the name given. “There's enough differences, and enough similarities to make things interesting,” agrees Toni. She glances momentarily to Toni, “Such as, I look far better in this dress, than he ever could.” She beams with that fact.

There's a nod towards Tony, however. “Peter's certainly brilliant enough. And, I trust him with my life, among other things. He's overseeing the company during my times here. As to how I got here? I've got a gateway here, yes, that transitions back and forth. As I told Mr. Stein earlier, it'd be a bit reckless, even for me, to come here without a way back. It's how I managed to come in and bring my suit with me, among other things.” Like, her money.

She grins some. “You're welcome to join us, afterall,” she illicts to Erika. “This party is all about me, meeting people. And drawing the illusive Tony Stark out, as well. Though I'm afraid you missed the band.”

“No, I didn't,” Erika says with a grin. “I could hear them from the next district over. That's what drew my attention, actually. I've just been walking ever since.” She relaxes slightly when no one makes a fuss over the name. Thank God for worlds without Magnetos. “Well, it's nice to meet you, Ms. Stark. I can't imagine THAT will get confusing at all. 'Oh yes, I work for Stark. No, Tony Stark. No, the guy!'” she grins. “Are you in the same general line of business then? I'm always curious how far the parallels go.”

“My days of cross dressing have come and gone. I prefer not to shave you see.” With a smile Tony takes to his drink again while idly tapping a foot to the beat of the current song that's being played over the speakers. “Fortunately for Toni she has access to her world that she can draw from. I've found it a great deal of fun to build from next to nothing and have no connection to my world which Erika knows about from the last time we spoke.”

Talk of business means that there are a few things that have to be worked through as Erika points out. “Fortunately for me I intend to remain on a small scale working on private projects with others. I doubt she and I will cross paths often though we have similar intrests across the board. Differentiating between Iron Man and Iron Maiden is the easy part. Most who work for me call me Tony or know me call me Tony. I'm not overly fond of Mr. Stark.”

“Ditto,” Toni agrees, to the lattermost statement of Tony's. “But, yes. And I imagine that between the two of us, should we ever come to the point where projects might cross-over, or, wish to combine our efforts towards certain projects, I think,” she says, glancing towards Tony, “We could find some amicable arrangements.” It's half-stated, half-query.

“Well, have yourself a drink, Erika. Make yourself comfortable, enjoy the party. We're going until we either run out of music, alcohol, or the local authorities ask us to shut it down repeatedly.” She grins, unapologetically, before smoothing her skirt, and uncrossing her legs, setting both of her own feet on the floor.

“I can appreciate the desire to build with completely new ideas,” she agrees with Tony. “I've certainly had to improvise, before. It's always validating when your intelligence not only manages to do what people said couldn't be done, but also saves your life in the process.”

“Yes, because when spoken aloud, 'Tony' and 'Toni' sound SO different,” Erika chuckles, giving Tony a teasing grin. “That will totally clear up the confusion. And will people forget where they work. 'Me? Oh yeah, I'm over at Stark Enter… wait. Indust… Enter… crap! Let me get my card out'.” At least she's amusing herself, even if no one else finds her funny. At Toni's offer of a drink she waves the gimlet in her hand meaningfully. “Got one, thank you. Although the poor fellow had to look it up. Youngsters,” she tsks and shakes her head sadly at the state of the youth these days.

“I'm sure that something could be worked out that would be mutually beneficial to both companies and to those that would stand to gain from whatever we're out to accomplish.” There's no reason at present for Stark n' Stark not to work together though that could change at any time depending on how things go just as it would be for any other joint venture that didn't involve essentially the same person.

“It's normally by the third time that a warning is given to end the festivities that you have to cave in. It keeps the security force happy, and by then most people are either asleep or too drunk to care that the parties over. I'm normally long gone by then leaving my team to work that out. I also have to agree about your last comment. Part of the reason I'm in no rush to find a way back to my own world is that there is much to be gained from learning other cultures technologies then creating ideas of my own that may incorporate something that I've picked up on.”

“I doubt it'll be that bad Erika. I've a small complex in Bohemia and am in the process of constructing a tower in the World of Tomorrow district. If ever in doubt try to access the building and watch security roll their eyes for the confusion again. Least they won't pounce on sight thinking that you're a corporate spy. Least I hope not. You know how that goes…” Stretching out a leg Tony snakes a nearby chair with a sneaker and drags it towards Erika. Stay, sit a spell! “So, ladies…” he drops his voice an octive. “How have you being enjoying your weekend? Other than the party of course.”

“And hopefully I can bring some of that back with me,” points out Toni, to Tony, candidly. “But, there has to be careful thought with that process, too.” At least she's aware there may be potential ramifications. But at the latter inquiry, she ventures, “Excellent. Stark Enterprises will be open, shortly, so that's one monkey off my back. And nobody has tried to kill me yet. So. I couldn't ask for much more.”

She watches Erika, “I could be confused with someone far worse, than my drinking partner, here,” she points out, humored. But, she's in agreement with Tony again. “I'm sure the people we're doing buisness with won't get too confused.”

Emma takes the seat offered by Tony, smiling and nodding her thanks. “Well, I was speaking more in terms of people talking at cocktail parties,” she clarifies. “I don't actually expect people to not tell the difference in buildings. But yes, I suppose it will work out in the end. And if not? Water pistols at high noon! Only we'll fill them with gin so even if you lose, you win.” To his question, she nods. “Doing alright. Exploring the city, now that I've had a chance to do so. That's how I found this little intimate gathering of yours,” she directs that at Toni.

The beat of a dance track plays now as lights begin to move about the area and people cheer at points in the song as they dance about having a good time. “I've had a few interesting situations to get out of since I've been here but nothing like I'm used to. Business is slow in that regard.” That should be considered a good thing though apparently to the man it's not. Still, he's enjoying his life here in the city and specifically the company at the moment. “I take all compliments, and vist one back. The evening is a huge success, and well put together not to mention the company has been ace.”

“I think I've tried the gun thing before and it's not as great as it sounds. Liquor tends to burn if it gets in your eyes and I think Toni and I would rather have an epic armored show down in that case than an old fashioned duel. Of course we'd be more likely to compete for business and share expensive luncheons where we toss witty barbs at each other and idle business threats but hopefully we'll not have that sort of relationship.” As for Erika's weekend he nods. “Glad you're setling in and having a hopefully better time of things than you have had since you go here. I trust you'll be popping by my office relatively soon?”

“I knew there was a reason I believed I liked you,” points out Toni, to her counterpart, nodding. She glances thoughtfully then to Erika, “One of the more rough transitions, I take it? I've heard about those.” There's the slightest frown, and she advises to Tony, “I'm afraid my own technique won't help you find your way back. It was largely based on using fixed points we were already aware of, without going into too many details. In other words, we could only get the door open from our side.”

She pauses, “But. Maybe.” And it's a big maybe, but the fact she's extending the offer suggests there's the possibility - for now, she's guarding the technology, and the location carefully, considering it could lead to Bad Things for her own reality, “When you're ready, I can at least give you few hints, or some blueprints for you to at least have a starting point from. For what it's worth.”

To Erika, she asks curiously, “What are you looking to do in the City, then?”

Erika nods at Tony and shrugs, “That's why precision is an important skill in duels. You have to get it in the other person's mouth, or you forfeit.” She rolls her eyes at the armored battle idea. “Boys and their toys,” she chuckles softly. As far as stopping by his office… “I'm still waiting for your secretary to tell me when,” she shrugs. Can't do anything until then. “I'd rather not just show up un-announced and sit in your waiting room, assuming you have one, for hours…”

To Toni, Erika shrugs. “I came here because it turns out that if you nuke a planet and thus mess with the magnetosphere, it throws off teleportation. Thus if you then subsequently send an assassin to kill the leader of the survivors of that nuclear war, and the assassin you send likes to open gates to the moon, you need to beware of shifting harmonics that might send your target instead to this place.” She looks very serious for a second. “You should take notes. That's important stuff. You know, in case you decide to try it some day.” She sips her gimlet as she muses that last question. “I'm seeking a way to open one of these 'portals' back to my world, to rescue the rest of the survivors and my team. Beyond that: the normal. Work, money, a place to live that isn't drafty.” That last makes her laugh for some reason.

“I appreciate the offer,” Tony replies to the woman seated to his left that he's still casually leaning against. After a moment he sits back in his own chair taking to his drink again off and on. “With all of the time traveling, world hopping, alternate dimensional travel I've done over the years I'm taking a break for awhile though gate technology is interesting. The Kree often exploit that where I'm from. Alien know-it-all race if neither of you are familiar with them.” Hopefully they're not.

“Hence, the shooting someone in the eye with the booze which isn't worth it, Erika. Though I once ended up with a business rival where I was drinking thousand dollar bubbly off them. Not the same thing but it reminded me of that. Anyways…” he attempts to change the subject. “No need for notes when it comes to something like this. I'm still going to have to point out that you have to be careful with opening portals, especially in your case Erika, for you wouldn't want Mentallo or Apocalypse jacking it then nuking this place. As for the fail of my secretary I am free Monday and should be at the office by one.”

“Well, I ought to leave the two of you to your business venture, at any rate, and go visit some of my other guests. They'll think me unhospitable, or something,” she says with a laugh. She slides out of her seat, places a hand on Tony's shoulder, “It was a pleasure meeting you, at last. I hope I lived up to your expectations? And I'm certain we'll see each other again, soon.”

Then, to Erika, as the other relates her own story, “That sounds - quite terrible,” she admits, frowning. “Well. I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors, Erika. And perhaps we'll bump into each other again as well. Do have fun.”

“No plan is without dangers,” Erika tells Tony, “But I'll not leave the rest behind to slowly die if I can help it. And, please. I do not tell you how to run your affairs, I appreciate it if you would assume that I am similarly competant in my own, young man.” She puts a slight stress on those last two words, arching an eyebrow at the masculine Stark. She turns then to more monochomosomed version and smiles. “Thank you,” she says, “And best of luck in your own business. Thank you for the lovely gin.”

Tony laughs, “I'm not telling you how to run your life. Merely pointing out the horor of them getting off that world. It'd be much like a few peple from my world taking a vacation here. Not pretty. I can't believe I've been semi-admonished by…” It's too funny to even go into at the moment and it seems that Toni is bailing for parts unknown. Reaching up he covers Toni's hand upon his shoulder giving an affectionate squeeze to her fingers. “Certainly have. Enjoy the rest of the evening, Toni. I look forward to seeing you again and as Erika says good luck with the launch of your business.” To Erika he quirks an eyebrow that nearly reaches his hairline, “In the mood to enjoy the dancing for a bit? If not I'll see you Monday afternoon then.”