[NYE Party] happy new year and lots of fun

[nascensibility]

Who: EVERYONE, but especially you!
Where: Wonderland Ballroom
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG - PG13 (will change if applicable)
Summary: New Year's Eve Party
The Story:

[ Previously in the month all residents received an invitation to a formal event: a black tie affair to ring in the New Year. The ballroom and adjacent areas are decked out for the party starting at eight o'clock sharp, meticulously planned and executed, glittering décor to match the no doubt glittering attire as music pours into the halls from the dance floor.

Bars flank each side, service for all manner of alcohol unless a minor requests something, and the primary setting stage features an enormous clock for the countdown. ]




[ Where will you be when the clock strikes midnight? ]

Comments

[mucked]

Alright. [ she concedes. ] Let's call them contacts.

[ at which point, peggy gives a casual glance over her shoulder -- eyeing the crowd, nearly off them dressed to the nines. primped and preened. ]

Any of them you've found particularly helpful or worthwhile? [ it's a crapshoot of a question. relying on simply having allies alike and a world in common doesn't add up to much. but nothing ventured, nothing gained. and she'd sooner ask someone who'd worked alongside steve than a true stranger. ]

[outstandingbalance]

That depends what you're looking for. Some of them, maybe. Others...

[Natasha glances over he room, but her eyes don't linger on anyone too pointedly.

Her lips twitch.]

More like there's a few people I wouldn't rule out.

[mucked]

[ depends on what she's looking for, hm? peggy holds court in her own thoughts for a moment. ]

Let's say -- for the time being -- what I'm looking for is merely someone interesting to speak to. [ a nod of her head towards the rest of the room. ] Who would you suggest?

[ and yet she doesn't hide the fact that even asking the question betrays more of an interest in natasha than in the rest of the assembled group. ]

[outstandingbalance]

If you're just looking for an interesting conversation, I could point you to just about anyone. Apparently Wonderland likes keeping things interesting.

Met Castle yet? Interesting is a word for it.

[Interesting, and a headache.]

You're not looking for a new conversation partner already, are you?

[mucked]

[ she nods at the man in uniform as if to say -- yes, indeed, we've met. but before she can comment on what other words she might use for the man, natasha asks her a question.

and peggy smiles. ]

Merely considering contingencies. [ a tip of her head. ] For now, I'm still all yours.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha bets she can guess what one or two of those words are. She also wonders if Peggy's deduced Castle is from the same world they are—or one very like it.]

Well. I have it from a reasonably good source that he can dance, if you find yourself following up on this contingencies.

[She smiles at that.]

But not as well as I do.

[mucked]

Oh, I don't think so. [ is she turning away the possibility of dancing with castle, or of dancing with romanoff? both, it seems, because she's rather quick to follow: ] I'm not here to dance.

[ it's first utter and unmitigated lie she's told all night. it's possible that natasha has already seen her dancing with someone else -- but it's a big party, so either peggy gets to continue with her lie intact or maybe she gets to witness what natasha does when she finds a blatant contradiction.

or maybe she'll let peggy get away with it. either way, peg finds herself rather keen to learn which. ]

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha's brow twitches up, but it's the only sign she might know Peggy's lying to her. Whether she has or not, she doesn't call Peggy out on the story.

Natasha hadn't meant her comment entirely literally anyway.]

That's a shame. I'm sure you're a terrific dancer.

[mucked]

-- I do alright.

[ it's that kind of modesty that isn't much modest at all. and why should she be? dancing is a skill just like punching, just like kicking, just like pulling a trigger. it's got all sorts of uses. ]

[outstandingbalance]

[A hum, as though confirming it was as she suspected rather than draw out the compliment further.]

So if you're not dancing tonight, is whiskey and conversation the whole agenda? Not that I'm judging if it is.

[mucked]

-- Just about. Although I've added in a bit of observation. [ she nods to the dance floor once more. ] It's rather a treat to see who can and who can't keep up to these tunes.

[ this ain't no drum'n'bass club remix. ]

[outstandingbalance]

Hardly fair, is it? Watching everyone else out on the floor and not giving them the same chance.

[Teasing, dryly but not maliciously.]

But you do approve of the music then?

[mucked]

[ peggy refrains from making any comments on what's fair or whether fairness matters. even teasing, she fears she might come off a bit overtly cynical. so, instead, she allows herself a genuine piece of laughter. ]

Oh, yes. Largely in part because it's good music. For a change.

[ no quarter given. ]

[outstandingbalance]

There's a lot of good music out there, Agent Carter.

[there's an air of humor in the way Natasha deploys the title.]

There's always good music. Always bad music too.

[mucked]

Explain that to Tony Stark. [ a beat. ] All he plays is rubbish. And I haven't liked much of what I've heard at other events, except...

[ oh, hell, why not. if anyone is a good sounding board for her adapting tastes, it might as well be another spy. ]

Elton John's not bad.

[ -- not that she heard that particular recording artist playing through stark's speakers. ]

[outstandingbalance]

The future holds more than just AC/DC and the Clash. I promise.

Not saying it's all Sinatra, but I imagine we could find you a few more recent artists you like.

[mucked]

I imagine you could. [ she won't deny it. ] I've listened a decade or two beyond mine. Similar genres, but I suppose with a bit of 'modern progress' tossed into the mix.

[ -- the record collection she pulls from on wednesday nights is rather curated. filled with treasures and treats, but nothing too radically different from what she's got a chance at enjoying. ]

[outstandingbalance]

Did you get as far as David Bowie? [You know, modern progress. Natasha's not exactly of the opinion Peggy would like it. Depends on what she was exposed to. There was a lot of ground there.

But it's a particular kind of milestone.]

I have to wonder what Elton John you've heard.

[mucked]

[ -- peggy shakes her head to answer. no bowie, not yet. although doubtless she's squirreling the name away with designs to return to it when she's keeping the sort of company around which she can stomach a vulnerability or two. because apparently first impressions and new experiences count as vulnerabilities, these days.

as for the second question, the one that natasha doesn't exactly ask, peggy hems and haws a little. ]

Too Low for Zero.

[ this lie is better told than the last one. peggy has flipped past that record so often in mister hunter's collection that she could almost believe she's listened to it. ]

[outstandingbalance]

Oh, all the way into the eighties. That's further than I'd have expected. Though... I imagine it's a little hit and miss.

[There's still humor in her tone, but she's probing too. How Peggy is dealing with so many people coming from her future.

Rather passive, casual probing, but still something.]

You have a favorite song?

[mucked]

[ the first time peggy heard any of the songs of this particular album, the mansion had been in the throes of an event. she had been living some alternate, parallel life -- making a living as someone's personal assistant -- and had chanced upon someone else singing to himself. the moment had left such an impression that later, well after the event had passed, peggy found herself thinking about it.

...and the second time she'd heard a song, albeit not one from the same album, it had been at a gathering similarish to this one. a wedding, however. the start of something big. after all, it was only after that night that the elton john record started appearing in among the albums curated for her wednesday evenings visiting mister hunter's room.

honestly, she hasn't quite had the guts to put it on the record player just yet. ]

More like a favourite side. [ peggy offers -- skating her way through this conversation in a way she'd not been able to manage during the last even when she and natasha spoke. ] The whole first one. Sometimes, I don't even flip it over. I merely move the needle back.

[outstandingbalance]

The whole side, hm? You know, I don't think it's that uncommon.

[A sides, after all. Natasha smiles a little, her head tilting. Funny to see someone so cagey and unspecific about something as mundane as music. Maybe that's how much people feel about her?

Probably not, though. For Natasha, it's more of a puzzle than a frustration.]

Well, I wouldn't have guessed, it, but I can see it. I'm Still Standing, right?

[mucked]

-- Have you got a favourite, Miss Romanoff?

[ and she doesn't just mean off that album, or of that artist. the floor is wide open. as though, just maybe, she's taking suggestions. it seems it might make for an easier path than their current one. ]

[outstandingbalance]

Me? I don't know if I have a lot of favorites. But I like a lot of things.

[It's definitely a better move on Peggy's part. And it works for Natasha.]

All things considered, I should probably say Stravinsky. [Wryly.] How about we'll go with some Nancy Sinatra for now. And Johnny Cash has a hell of a cover of Hurt.

[Keeping it accessible.]

[mucked]

Nancy Sinatra.

[ look, she can't hear a name like that and not assume. ]

Good Lord, Nancy with the Laughing Face?