Factor Industries Charity Event: October 18th, 2016

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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

[purestambition]

A little thick, yes - enough for Saretha to pick up on. She takes note, always cross referencing anything she does with the woman first seen on the network to now. Either the dinosaurs just made her have a really bad day - certainly possible, all things considered - or something's changed between then and now. Whether or not it's a "something" that is important enough to Saretha's point of view or not is a question, but... she keeps the thought tucked away, to the side.

Outwardly, she keeps a cool expression, even as she smirks. "Such things are one part luck, one part ambition, sometimes... Am I to take it you got that 'break?'"

[billkiller]

Saretha's sharp; probably too sharp for Arlene as things currently stand, and the woman has no idea of which gears are currently working behind her icy blue eyes. She's blithely ignorant, enjoying the finery and lavishness of the evening, because in her opinion, she was born for this kind of atmosphere, if not bred for it.

"Well, I wouldn't be here if I didn't, would I?" she asks with a small, pert smile. "At least not like this. I know that some people had to borrow clothes to wear tonight but I'm definitely not one of them."

[purestambition]

"Well, there are a lot of people here, regardless of their standing," Saretha muses. Still searching for angles, she could beat around the bush for awhile longer, but that also might not get anywhere.

Sucking in a slight breath, while still maintaining her expression, she shakes her head. "If I may offer advice, you're trying a little too hard."

[billkiller]

Arlene's bubbly smile falters slightly at Saretha's blunt observation. She calls it advice, but a nagging, nasty part of Arlene knows that it's the truth, that this woman would know enough to call it accurately. She hates that, and a shadow falls over her features for a second before she laughs.

"Trying too hard? What do you mean by that?" she asks, setting her wine glass on a nearby table to fidget with one of the bangles on her gloved wrist.