awakened to cheers after years on the faultline

[retconman]

WHO: THE AVENGERS
WHERE: The new Avengers Embassy, at Stark Tower (the one that's not the Porter building)
WHEN: Tuesday, Sept. 25th afternoon to evening
WARNINGS: Probably nothing?
SUMMARY: Max Lord introduces the newest member of the Avengers to the team: Black Panther! Everyone, get to know each other, this is for mingling of all sorts.
FORMAT: Quick.


[ It's not exactly a meeting; they can discuss pertinent issues (as always, Max has a whole agenda of topics to bring to the table) another time, because today, what Max wants to talk to the Avengers about is short and sweet. It's something to celebrate! Within their brand new Headquarters Max Lord stood in a brown suit and a checkered tie, a table laid out with food and drinks running the length of the wall to his side. ]

Now, I know we have a lot of Avengers business to discuss, especially since some of us were gone for most of the month. But that's not what we're here today for. But of course if you want to talk shop later I won't stop you.

I'd like to present you all with the newest addition to our team: please welcome Black Panther to the Avengers. I think we can all agree we had a few [ Er. ] holes to fill... and this is our guy. In fact, I think a few of you know each other already.

( I put up a few working subthreads but feel free to make your own! This is for mingling and working out fun team dynamics, do and talk about absolutely whatever you want to. c: )

Comments

FOOD / DRINK

[retconman]

[ Max actually spent the money to have this thing catered. Mostly lunchtime-type foods. Also, there's liquor, but also there's juice and soda of the Pepsi-brand variety. Eat, drink, and just generally mingle. ]

[latrodectus]

[Natasha is sort of scowling at the trays of food, she can be very picky when she has the luxury of choice. Her hand is wrapped around a plastic cup of water. She holds it like it's delicate.]

[trickshot]

_{( Clint has no such reservations, and has been munching since arriving. It's a good way to avoid doing other things. Now, however, he gives Natasha flat look. )}

What, do you have a problem with food, now?

[latrodectus]

No. But I have to watch what I eat. [It's a regimen of constant training, Clint.]

[trickshot]

I don't think you have to worry about being poisoned. _{( Purposefully missing the point. Also grabbing something else off the table. )}

[retconman]

[ After Max settles down with a soda of his own (he doesn't do liquor well, but he thought the option would be safest) he drifts around a bit. ]

Looking for anything in particular?

[latrodectus]

Just deciding. Have any recommendations?

[retconman]

The salads are all organic. Even the fruit salad. But if you're more in a mood for something filling, the sandwiches are gourmet.

[ He picks one up and takes a bite, to demonstrate. ]

[mocks]

[Bobbi has a small plate that she is filling with different types of cheeses and crackers. She's not discriminating at all when it comes to sampling one of each offering. As she plucks up yet another cube of cheese, she gives Natasha a playful wink.]

Looks like some good eats, huh?

[latrodectus]

He definitely went all out.

[She sighs, more melancholy than disapproving.]

It's no substitute for Jarvis, though.

[mocks]

Now that's a name I haven't heard mentioned in quite awhile.

[Bobbi suddenly seems more subdued.]

[vibraniumweave]

...

I may be mistaken, but I believe all the food being offered here is free. [You know. Since you kinda just staring at it.]

[latrodectus]

[Flatly.] I know.

That doesn't mean I want to waste it.

[vibraniumweave]

Ahh, then maybe the food you are more used to eating would be the best choice in that case.

[professorlionface]

[Hank pours himself a glass of bourbon and takes a few finger sandwiches. They are actually about as big as his fingers.] Feeling indecisive?

[latrodectus]

I don't think food should be rushed into.

[trickshot]

_{( Clint spends most of the time leaning against a wall with his arms crossed over his chest, observing with an obviously critical eye. The fact that he chooses to stand near the refreshments is no accident--but be warned, he is eating those finger sandwiches with obvious irritation. Part of him is glad they're all together in one place, and another, larger part hates the business atmosphere. It's never a good sign. )}

[retconman]

[ Before Max walks over to Clint he considers Hank's advice for dealing with him, mostly which involved don't wear a tie he hates authority. Instead, Max just does up his coat a bit more to hide it some. Which just seems ridiculous, but whatever. ]

Hawkeye. Enjoying yourself so far?

[trickshot]

<sub>( Clint doesn't dislike Max, exactly. He dislikes the idea of him is really the most accurate way to put it. But he's here, and so is his team, and he decides he'd better make the best of it.

Still, he barely gives Max a nod as he approaches. )</sub>

Am I supposed to be? I thought this was a meeting, not a party.

[mocks]

[Bobbi moseys up to him with two cups of Diet Pepsi and offers him one with a small smile. She knows he isn't keen on this sort of thing, but it's all necessary. At least she can make it a bit more pleasant.]

Still hanging in there, sport?

[trickshot]

_{( He takes a drink in one hand and throws his other arm around her shoulders. This may not be his favorite activity, but she is his favorite person, so he supposes it evens out. )}

Oh, yeah. Don't I look like I'm having the time of my life?

[incywincyhero]

Man, what did those sandwiches ever do to you? [That said, he steals one right from under Clint's hand and pops it into his mouth.]

[trickshot]

They said Spider-man was a lame hero. I was just protecting your honor, here.

_{( But that maneuver does earn Spidey a glare, albeit a halfhearted one. )}

[retconman]

[ Max sticks to pepsi, considering a sandwich briefly before he decides against it. May as well leave the food for everyone else. ]

[incywincyhero]

[Food is food and free is free -- since Max seems to have arranged the catering with superpowered metabolisms in mind, Spidey has no qualms about filling up.]