619/For Charity

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For Charity
Date of Scene: 25 May 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: In which various Deep Pockets are invited to Greenwich Village for a Charity Gala.
Cast of Characters: 142, 143, Athenaeum




Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Being heir to a global multi billion dollar company means that there are social functions that Adrien has to attend. Black tie. Which means one of the half dozen or so tuxedos he owns gets pulled out along with all the peripheries. He hhad gotten the scheudle update at for in the morning, and blinked at the '+1' in the required field.

Huh.

The gala was at 7pm that evening, so by 8am after he had been awake for few hours and Marinette came down from her room, Adrien had told her he had a black-tie thing that evening and he needed a +1. If she agreed - you think she wasn't going to!? - she would need a proper evening gown and if she didn't already have one she was welcome to go to the Agreste Boutique just off Broadway, ask for Hernietta.

And then, with an almost sly grin (because he couldn't keep the Pretty Woman reference out of his head), Adrien said he had a few things he had to get done but would be back with a car to pick her up from wherever she was when seven o'clock arrived. After all, there was the usual pre-event press and promotions to do, meaning Adrien left the penthouse apartment he's sharing with Marinette in the Upper East Side, with a garment bag over a shoulder.


7pm - The Village Gala for the Arts : Raising funds to offer young up and coming artists the tools they need to bring their inspirations to life. It wasn't the highest of high society galas, but there was plenty of notority to draw some fairly thick-walleted patrons. Working to continue to build his family's name and the Agreste brand in the United States, CEO and Executive Designer, Gabriel Agreste, sent a sizeable donation and his son to the event. Adrien had met with the gala organizers earlier that afternoon to tender the donation, so that all that was left this evening was the public showing that he was here - read: Agreste supported the Arts and Greenwich Village's artistic heritage - giving his support to the local artists.

He stood just outside the nicely decorated event hall which had been fully booked for tonight's event. He wore a well cut, well tailored, artfully crafted tuxedo, not the cut that was usual for an Agreste line, and was clearly more than aware of the flash of photographer cameras on him. There wasn't a throng. Perhaps a small group of a half design fashion reporters and life and style reporters and the like. Adrien kept shifting his weight every now and then as he spoke with the reporters, smiling and chuckling easily, one hand in a pocket of the pants, where beautifully stitches scroll work traces down the line of his leg to the cuff at his shoes. Matching scroll work is found on the sleeves. Burnished silvery-grey buttons hold the tuxedo shirt closed. The blonde model stands with Marinette at his side, a sly altogether too pleased with himself grin on his face when he answers the inevitable question 'Who are you wearing?' in a clear and proud voice, "Parson student, Marinette DuPain-Cheng."

This was how he should have treated those wretched paparzzi in Paris, no, Mari?

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
+1 ...

Now, you'd think, as a designer who can sew her own clothing without issue, Marinette would already have at least one evening gown, right? Wrong. She never designed anything for herself outside of the little purse she normally carries. Which meant she spent the day being fussed over at the Agreste Boutique. Which was a new and ... Interesting. And something she'd likely have to get used to.

To see what Adrien was wearing when she was picked up had, of course, made Mari smile. She had designed that for him months ago. It was the entire reason she was in New York now. Why she had won the scholarship and was attending the best school money could offer as far as fashion went.

For now, she stands at his side, wearing an Agreste gown. A single shoulder, empire cut with a twist design to the white chest that was covered in silver gem work and a long, flowing multi-tiered skirt of deep red that was slit up her left leg to the top part of her thigh. Her hair has been pulled up into curls with small, wispy tendrils left down around her face and neck and they seemed to want to shove as much jewelry on her as possible before it went from appealing to gaudy. They tried for glitter... She had put her foot down.

When he answers the single question that was -bound- to be asked, she can't help but smile as her yes cut up to him. To her credit, she manages not to blush though his arm is given a small squeeze where her hand is resting on it.

Yes. Definitely a much better way to handle them!

Athenaeum has posed:
Ysabelle had recieved the invite herself, creamy white parchment somehow finding it's way onto her doormat. The magician had only wondered at that for a brief amount of time before deciding to accept it. After all, what's the point of having money if you don't spread the wealth around from time to time? Ball gowns essential as well, at least that's something that won't be a problem for her. Several errands were required of the paper-white woman in preparation for her visit out into the 'real world' once more. A trip to Switzerland to access an account, and then back to her home to collect a dress. Hoods would likely be considered rude, and always one for propriety, Ysabelle had selected something a little more modern for this particular gala.

And so it is that as the seemingly young magus arrives, she steps from the back of the limo sent to collect her in a gown of deep royal blue silk. A square neckline is edged in antique lace, the bodice holding carefully hidden boning that forces the contours of her body into asthetically pleasing lines. All of a piece, the sapphire blue silk falls in full length skirts that brush the floor as she walks on matching silk slippers, lacking any heel.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
The squeeze to his arm made a bubble of happy drift about in his midsection, and he turned to look at Marinette. He reached out and very gentlemanly, takes that hand on his arm and loops it through his elbow properly. The reporters ask, because reporters, and Adrien confirms: Yes, this is Miss DuPain-Cheng.

"She's very talented," he says before smoothly thanking them - having to say that while they continue peppering questions - and turning to lead Marinette away from the small gaggle of reporters.

"You look amazing," he says softly to her, in a soft undertone meant to carry just between the two of them as they make their way toward the doors just as Ysabelle is reaching them.

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
And there's the blush. It dances to her cheeks just as sye smiles gently. "Thank you," is murmured softly in return as she situates her hand more comfortably on his arm.

A nod of her head is given to Ysabelle before her attention is back on Adrien.

"Don't let me make a complete idiot of myself, okay?" It's quiet but there's amusement in her eyes. She tebds to forget how to speak around him some times.

Athenaeum has posed:
Lacking her hood, the new-cream coloured woman is the centre of her own small group of nosey reporters. Her questions however seem to lean more towards 'are you a new super? What about the Avengers, do you have any ties to them?' all of which she just smiles polite, answering 'No comment' where someone won't let it lie. She seems relieved to finally see a face she recognises.

"Mister Agreste! How lovely to see you again. And this must be your date?" Her smile is wide and warm and oh-so genuine as it's directed to the two. There may also be a hint of a pleading in those eyes 'get me out of here'!.