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A Charity Gala to End Whatever Important Thing

New York City high society had been absolutely buzzing over this April's charity gala by a certain Mr. Tony Stark. It was seen as exclusive, or as exclusive as his 200 person guest list could be. Some invitations were a given, like Tony's daughter Alexa, whereas others came from what the party planners figured as the right people to make the party memorable or talked about.

The charity event was for the charitable arm of Stark Inc., Stark International. Despite being for charity, it was also seen as a good way for businesses to be seen and network.

The event was held at the Hudson in the Library and Private Park space. It would comfortably fit the people into its 2,600 Square Feet.

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"Some of his DNA?"

Eva frowned.

"You're tryin' t'say he's your father?"

She was trying to keep her voice down, but her accent was getting heavier. She looked at Bobbi's wings. Not like it was totally impossible... her father had been quite the ladies' man in his day. Still was. But, that really wasn't something Eva liked to think about.

She nodded slightly.

"Well, more like he... I mean... the doc said I shared genetics with him an' Robert Drake. I have a feeling neither know about me yet unless the doctor called them. I... they made me... I don't know who or why."

Eva's voice rose in spite of her efforts.

"Dad... Uncle Bobby... what? What are you tryin' t'say?"

"I was made in a lab. I don't know how okay. All I know is when Professor Ramsey came he and his wife removed me from my parents, considering how creepy they were acting I didn't mind going and now I'm at the school. Dr. McCoy said I was related to those two and I doubt I was custom made by one of them or both." She didn't mean to, but the air around her did drop a degree.

"A pleasure to meet you as well." Stephanie replied politely, though her interest was more with Alexander. She carefully watched Brooke and Alexander, hoping to see what was going on between them.

She looked over to Brooke, visibly expecting an introduction, curious to see how her friend would handle that.

Eva sat down heavily on a nearby bench.

"This kinda crap is only s'pposed t'happen to th' Summers kids."

"Why thanks, Brooke. You look ver' lovely too."

Another smile and nod for Alexander. "And you!" Danielle says cheerfully. "I didn' realize there would be so many people here! Granny goes to these parties sometimes, but she didn't usually tend to make us come."

Mr. da Silva, good to see you again?!

Danielle, it's all so good to see you, too?!

And you?!

What the hell was going on here? How did Alexander even...Breathe.

Brooke stood up a little bit straighter and gently reached up to adjust one of her sparkling earrings, gathering herself. She smiled graciously and said, "I see that some of you have already made acquaintances. Stephanie, this is Alexander Aaron, my..." Oh god, what word could she use to describe him? Date? Boyfriend? Suitor? Paramour? Special man friend? "...the man I've told you so much about." She grimaced inwardly. "Alexander, this is Stephanie Shaw, my best friend. You already know her boyfriend, Marcelo." Somehow.

But how?

She was too busy thinking about that to worry about Roxie and Joe for the moment.

Marcelo gave a nod of greeting to Alexander. "Mr. Aaron. How is starting your business going?"

That was a better question to ask than the confusing warning he had overheard with his augmented hearing. He had been trying to see if anyone here had been talking about something exciting, like futebol. He kept his facial expression pleasantly bland instead of confused.

He turned slightly toward Danielle. "Not a lot of these parties have nice gardens so well occupied. Though this is around a usual number of guests for one of these affairs."

In spite of herself, Mary allowed herself to smile.

One more whore joke for good luck? she considered. Nah, not with her boyfriend around. Good taste too. ...Where is Griff?

She held out a hand. "Deal."

"Mr. Osborn, I would love to," she says cordially, taking his lead onto the floor. She spots a vaguely familiar figure in yellow and silver as the dance begins. "Is that Tina Frost over there? Looks like we're not the only ones who've taken a new turn in our lives; she's been out of this scene a while."

Norman looks over and, sure enough, Christina Frost is entering the room in a very nice gown.

"We haven't seen her since Italy, right? Was she seeing someone back then? Stan? Or was it Sven?" Norman asked. He was bad with the names of unimportant people.

He twirled Stella once as the music picked up and smiled.

"Would you like to go and catch up with her?"

"Things are going well. Right after Brooke and I got back from Paris, things really picked up and I'm hiring and picking up several new accounts. But I thought tonight would be a good time to get out and see how things were going in the city." Alexander said to Marcelo.

"Miss Shaw, it's very nice to meet you. Brooke has spoken very, very highly of you." he said.

She looked like she might be interesting to dress but nothing more. His Muse took priority, after all.

"Jake, Sir," she reminds as she's gracefully whirled. "I doubt it lasted, and I certainly don't see him here. I'd be happy to." She's enjoying the moment on the floor and in his arms, though.

"Mary!" Griffin looks.... good. The suit he is in is well cut and very classic looking. It isn't over priced looking.

He has a small clear box that has some kind of flower in it. At a glance it can't quite be identified. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I was finishing a special project."

He smiles shyly. "For you."

Alexa wasn't hugely excited about these kinds of things, but was rather obligated to be there. Which is probably why she chose silver flats despite wearing a very formal, bump-showing ballgown.

Her feet needed to be comfortable after all.

It was rather easy to slip into the party after she given she the invitation at the door. She flashed the pretty smile that had been hidden since. Well... since perhaps Honolulu? Of course that hadn't been for a Gala. That had been for saving a city and culture and... so many other things.

The last time she was at a party was simply her own if she recalled. But there were so many things to remember. But bright smile, turn down a hall and well. Gone. Gone for 20 minutes before suddenly shimmering to the side of one of her father's old comrades and someone who felt just as uncomfortable as she. She knew. MIT types never liked parties without drinking and considering Mr. Stark...

"Good evening, Mr. Stark. Long time no see."

And it happens again, the surge of Brooke's confusion bleeds over. Danielle presses her hand to her temple as she tries to get her own shields in order again.

She'd heard something about boyfriends and waves of happiness being whispered, even though that was none of her business. Maybe she should go over there...

The Gardens wasn't quite a place of escape. Everyone who wanted to escape the madness probably went out here with everyone else who was going crazy and pretending they weren't. It helped that Valeria had means of escaping if she didn't want to be seen. But not as much as she would want. She had a date.

Her cousin, not her blood cousin but cousin enough for her. She brought Ryan.

She looked adorable enough, fresh and young enough in the peach bandeau dress she wore with a simple black stole and matching pink peach heels. When she arrived she flashed her smile brightly, as if nothing had changed. Questions about her parents but she smiled, shook her head, and pretended she had nothing better to do. Oh, the pointed out the singleness but she didn't care.

That's what you're supposed to do when coming out of the word work. Smile. Pretend. She didn't think she'd be any good but Valeria was shocking herself. She clutched to a Roy Rogers as she quietly people watched. Though she did warn Ryan she'd be off in the Gardens for a while to get her breath and regain her composure before drifting to cameras and people she knew.

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Remi was beside his woman in her bump-showing ballgown. He was at this party as Alexa's date and not the Future Foundation representative. He was wearing a white vest over a purple shirt paired with some purple pants. Though he was sans shoes and floating an inch off the ground.

"So, are these surfacer parties any livelier than the dull ones in Atlantis where I had to behave or else?"

Ryan surveyed the crowd around him. Beautiful women. Great looking guys. Impossibly rich, most of them. He was aware that a good section of this crowd probably also wore their spandex costumes beneath their elegant finery, or they were wearing something created out of unstable molecules that could suddenly switch from elegant to practical.

For his part, Ryan carried in his hand a strawberry nojito and looked - if he thought so himself - quite stunning in his casually undone tuxedo.

"How's it feel, dipping ye old toe back into the social whirlpool?"

Oh, Valeria should have thought about that when considering what to wear. The whole switching to unstable molocules but the dress she bought. (She really did!) But then again, it wouldn't be the first time she came to a party not ready to fight. And she managed.

"... that looks good. That isn't something your brother is going to clobber me for, is it?" The drink looked fruity and yummy but for all she knew there could be vodka in there. And of course her little cousin did. Undone tuxedos were a classic.

"It would be better without the cameras. I think I should have worn a dress with straps." She shrugs, "Happily, I've not seen any of my celebrity crushes here." She had one or two but c-list might be the best thing to call them. "So I'm not ditching you for now. But if I see Neil deGrasse Tyson - who I am a fan of - not a crush - you're on your own, kiddo."

"No, no. This is all kinds of non-alcoholic," Ryan said. He waved the glass under Val's nose for a second so she could inhale the non-alcoholic strawberry-mintiness of it all.

"Don't worry, you're far from the first person who's going to have some nip-slippage going on," he said, eyeing a particularly cougar-y looking socialite.

"Well, hey, as long as Mike Tyson's brother doesn't, like, bite your ear off, I'd say you're good to go with him. Though I don't know how Frankie would react to it."

"Why you think I just want to meet him? I'm fine with how things are." She toed the ground a little. "I'm sorry I probably shouldn't have said anything."

Tina didn't readily notice Stella or Norman, though an acquantaince of her mother's stopped and said hello. Tina managed to maintain politeness.

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