( In a suit of unrelieved black, decorated to evoke the careful pleating of his wife's ethereal, diaphanous dress, High Chancellor Stark takes the time to shake the usual hands, to grin broadly through Kavinsky's speech with clear pride and approval.
Left to his own devices while Rey tends to one matter or another, anyone wishing to approach will have an easy time of it- in theory. For established allies and White Tower Leadership, they'll be able to stop by the High Chancellor without issue.
For those unknown or new to the faction, sharp eyes and senses might notice a subtle glance of synthetic eyes, the faint shiver of alertness to the nearest set of chrome-faced attendants, poised and ready, before they go right back to serving, offering crudités and pouring more tea under the rainbow burst of fireworks.
Stark tips his champagne glass at the one joining him, either way, and wryly offers before anything else: )
Too much, or not enough?
II. Gala - New arrivals only
( As the eager questions of the press reach a sudden, fevered pitch, overwhelming even to the well-seasoned, the High Chancellor might very well be the one coming to your rescue, new imPort. )
C'mon, fellas, give them room to breathe. ( The cheerful admonition is unnecessary- members of the press ebb away like an indrawn breath, quieting in equal measure with deference. A few might even appear...openly adoring? Smile now, one, two, before he turns with practiced ease to guide the newcomer away, leaving the reporters to turn and pounce on another unsuspecting target. ) All right? Need some air?
III. Gala - Wildcard
( Stark will mingle with attendees throughout the evening, so please feel free to hit him up with something of your own! PP me at backagain or PM me here if you'd like to hash anything out for it! )
TONY STARK ⧓
( In a suit of unrelieved black, decorated to evoke the careful pleating of his wife's ethereal, diaphanous dress, High Chancellor Stark takes the time to shake the usual hands, to grin broadly through Kavinsky's speech with clear pride and approval.
Left to his own devices while Rey tends to one matter or another, anyone wishing to approach will have an easy time of it- in theory. For established allies and White Tower Leadership, they'll be able to stop by the High Chancellor without issue.
For those unknown or new to the faction, sharp eyes and senses might notice a subtle glance of synthetic eyes, the faint shiver of alertness to the nearest set of chrome-faced attendants, poised and ready, before they go right back to serving, offering crudités and pouring more tea under the rainbow burst of fireworks.
Stark tips his champagne glass at the one joining him, either way, and wryly offers before anything else: )
Too much, or not enough?
II. Gala - New arrivals only
( As the eager questions of the press reach a sudden, fevered pitch, overwhelming even to the well-seasoned, the High Chancellor might very well be the one coming to your rescue, new imPort. )
C'mon, fellas, give them room to breathe. ( The cheerful admonition is unnecessary- members of the press ebb away like an indrawn breath, quieting in equal measure with deference. A few might even appear...openly adoring? Smile now, one, two, before he turns with practiced ease to guide the newcomer away, leaving the reporters to turn and pounce on another unsuspecting target. ) All right? Need some air?
III. Gala - Wildcard
( Stark will mingle with attendees throughout the evening, so please feel free to hit him up with something of your own! PP me at