video; @falconwings [locked to the assorted marvel characters]

[wingedman]

I know I've told some of you about this already, and maybe other people heard about it from Wanda, but I'm just gonna make this official without sending out engraved invitations. We're gonna have a dinner on April 15th at the Riverview Community Center; I rented a room there so that we'd all have a place to fit. I figure that if we're all gonna end up working together at some point or another, then we'd better get to know each other first - and, let's be real, we all have questions about these parallel universes.

Before you ask, yes, you can bring a guest, just give me a heads up so I know how many people to prepare for. And it's a potluck, so make sure to bring something - buy a dish or make it, whatever you feel most comfortable with. I can't feed all you people and a couple of super-soldiers on what the Perimeter Guard pays, okay?

[Sam grins at the camera. He can't resist the urge to poke a little fun at Steve(s).]

If there's anything I haven't thought of or if you have any special dietary restrictions that aren't eldritch horrors, just let me know.


[ooc: even if Sam hasn't spoken to/met your characters personally, just assume that he's heard about them through the grapevine, because we all know these dang Marvels are a bunch of gossips. also castmates accepted in this app round are more than welcome as well! although the IC date for the dinner is april 15, I'll be posting it this week and forward-dating it.]

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[toolatetochangethename]

But hey, if it's a party, isn't that an excuse for the fanciest cocktails out there?

[Man, where's Luis when you need him, with his incredibly deep knowledge of fine wines?]

[IF he feels any older, he's gonna start creaking. Thanks.]

I don't know, like...sixteen? [All he knows is that when Cassie gets that age, he's going to lose his mind.]

[divulsion]

I'm twenty-four, Scott.

[Though she'll take this to mean that she's aging well? Either that, or he's a poor judge of age.]

Which means I'll try any of your cocktails if you bring the mixings.

[Because she's legal ok.]

[toolatetochangethename]

Oh. Yeah. Okay.

[Well, it's official: gauging people's ages is NOT a superpower Scott Lang possesses. Not that that's actually a superpower at all. It would be pretty lame, if it was. ]

Oh. Oh, YOU are asking for it, young lady. Because I know....things.

[Ever drunk prison hooch?]

[divulsion]

Things? And what things do you claim to know that I should consider a threat?

[Prison hooch would be a serious threat if she knew what was what he had in mind. Prison hooch is disgusting, to say nothing of where it's generally made and fermented.]

[toolatetochangethename]

Not a threat to you [Because excuse you, he is a gentleman. Kind of.] . But a threat to your liver, definitely.

[divulsion]

Promises, promises. Bring your best to the dinner, okay?

[toolatetochangethename]

Oh, no. I'll to much more than that. I'll bring my worst!

[Shut up--in his head it's hilarious.]

[divulsion]

Bring your best and do your worst, perhaps?

[It's okay Scott, even with this pseudo-trash talk she's got your back.]