Factor Industries Charity Event: October 18th, 2016

[ceofactor]

Even for Benjamin Factor, arranging this charity event had been something of a challenge. Just as he held great influence in Gateway City, Thunder Corp's influence in Locke was great as well. But with time and money, all things were indeed possible in this case, and the Memorial Dance Hall was playing host to the night's events. It was a glamorous affair: politicians, captains of business, dignitaries, and celebrities had been invited. For whatever controversy that existed, the world legitimately wanted to heal the wounds left by the invasion, and that meant there were a lot of people who wanted to use events like this to either advance that cause, or to make themselves look good.

But they weren't the only sorts of individuals who had recieved an invitation.

Benjamin Factor had also made it so the Numbered would be invited to his little party. Arrivals through the teleporter would be greeted by drivers at the community center, and the same courtesy was extended to anyone who might live in Locke. The only stipulation? Was that anyone who came make an effort to make themselves presentable. If that was a problem, or anyone arrived without knowing, they had clothes on hand for people to change into.

Indeed, it seemed that the Numbered would be well provided for tonight. That being said, their presence would get people to talk, given the presence of news crews making live coverage. Nevertheless... "getting people to talk" seemed to be exactly what Benjamin Factor wanted to happen.

[Event Links: Event Speakers | NPC Interaction | General Mingle]

Comments

Post-speech

[agentthompson]

This one, Tobias would almost rather not bother. It's a shame, really. A damned shame, and as he listens to her speech, he feels just a little bit worse about it. But no amount of feelings changes the work he needs to do, and he hangs on the edges of things for a little bit, finally drifting near as she is ... well, visually dissecting the food available to them.

"Ah, hey. Miss Dylandy, right? That was a hell of a speech."

Re: Post-speech

[feastorfamine]

Amy looked up with a start. This was a face she didn't know... most of the people who approached her were people she was already familiar with, so this was a bit of a surprise. Nevertheless, she gave him a friendly smile.

"Thank you, that's very kind. I worked hard on it... ah... may I ask your name?"

[agentthompson]

Oh, he's certainly aware of how it could look, but he's going to roll with it anyway. He gives her a polite smile and nods.

"Tobias. Sorry. But, ah... your brother? He was in the army, right? I did a tour myself, probably well after his time, but... I can respect what he did."

[feastorfamine]

"... Yeah," Amy admitted. "He did a tour in Afghanistan and Iraq, until he was injured. And then a few years later, all of this started."

In a way, Neil had never really stopped fighting. Amy felt that familiar pang of sorrow in her heart.

"It's nice to meet you, Tobias. I'm... glad there are people who want to know about and believe in what Neil did."