My Bunny ears are burning [Caleb]

Marceline Labelle

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My Bunny ears are burning [Caleb] Jun 20, 2020 14:20:31 GMT -4

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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jun 20, 2020 14:20:31 GMT -4

Well today was the day for Marceline.~ She'd been donating to a pro quirker politician for some time since she arrived in Japan. Briefly they seemed hesitant of a foreign based source of donations, especially given Marceline had not yet attained citizenship and thus, the ability to vote but... well, when marcie added an extra zero to the cheque it was readily accepted.~ Good for Marcie too, of course. Whether they won or lost (and Marcie very much hoped the former) she'd show she was a very good 'player' in the Japanese social scape. As much as the big names could appreciate business savvy and a good head on your shoulders... it was the ability to throw money like this at causes and the like, to attend social gatherings that really brought you 'into the fold'. You could be the richest person in Japan, but if you don't play the game then you're hardly going to rub shoulders with all the others.

Speaking of which... thanks to her healthy donations, and many other high end doners, a 'thank you' gathering had been arranged, on of Japan's bigger event halls rented out for the night, a small red carpet rolled out and good food promised. Looking into it the Media were only allowed at the door, and everyone was asked to look their best for the event. Even if cameras wouldn't be inside, there would be chances for pictures to be snapped at the door and, well, such a controversial politician in this day and age definitely wanted it to be known they were working hand in hand with prominent businesses and faces. Marcie herself was trying to get her face more and more out there and... well, she supposed if her face got out there... the owner of a small business making such a healthy donation when she should be hoarding her wealth to grow out her brand? That should earn her a few brownie points with Japan's elite...

But... if they were only going to be snapping pictures at the door...~

Arriving in a limosine with the drive pulling up to open up for her, Marceline pulled out of her seat in a long trench coat, the lower end of her legs all that was really visible. She wore mildly reflective shades and a proud smile as she lifted her chin up, walking along the red carpet. It wasn't exactly a hollywood level event, but there were still plenty of cameras trying to snap pics of the big names in the politicians donation book, and while many of them seemed confused as to who she was, she kept her chin high with a mild smirk. Some took pictures of her just because she definitely had some sort of presence about her, others wanted to look her up later for a story of this unknown face suddenly arriving in style to a big event like this. A few questions were shot her way, but the only one she cared to answer was one to her name.

"Marceline Labelle dear, owner of Labelle's cafes.~" She chimed twiddling her fingers in a wave. "But please, keep your papers focused on our dear host for the night. He's running a very risky platform and he needs all the media support your skilled writers can provide.~" She'd kiss her fingers and blow off a kiss before heading deeper into the building, keeping the trenchcoat on till she arrived at the main hall. A rather fancy gathering... men in suits, women in dresses and jewellery. A long buffet table of extravegent choices and many small tables around the edge of the main social space, many with assigned seats but an equal amount open for people to take seats as they needed and socialize with those around them. Looking to a young man in a vest offering to take her coat, she took away her shades, sliding them in the coat's pocket, and easing the coat off her shoulders.

Suffice to say... she definitely caught her fair share of eyes. Many staring in disbelief... and many more glaring in astonishment.~ Rather than some fancy dress, Marcie felt her rather extravegant donations had bought her the right to dress as she wished now that she was in the door, wearing a black bunnysuit, stockings, and black heels. "Ah~" She called before they walked off with her coat, stunned with a blush on their face. She reached into the inner pocket of the coat, popping on the white cuffs and the bunny ears she stored within before shooing him off. "That'llbe all.~"

Despite the eyes on her, and the clear snide whispers aimed towards her, Marcie continued towards the buffy with a proud stride to her, a smugness to her smile. Everyone here could complain and whisper about her lal they wanted... she knew how much she was paying to be here... and if any of them were to complain she knew who's cheques would hold more weight with the host of the event..~

Carson Furlong

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My Bunny ears are burning [Caleb] Jun 20, 2020 16:13:28 GMT -4

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Post by Carson Furlong on Jun 20, 2020 16:13:28 GMT -4

Suited and booted, and heading out in glorious fashion, Carson was going to be a sure fire hit at this upcoming event – he was invited to a social gathering, attuned to business reasons. Politics had never been his strongest suit, but was happy enough to donate a considerable sum to a figurehead in charge of pro-quirk policies. It was a fantastic cause, both for the rights of people everywhere, and in increasing his own view in the public eye. A true win-win scenario, except that the general Japanese populace was the biggest winner of all. So, while in his most grand of suits, a pure snowy white fit, coupled with a freshly-pressed black shirt and newly-bought white tie, he came up to the door of the venue. Plenty of press around, taking all kinds of pictures, he made sure they'd get what they came for. Stepping out of his own Farreti, he passed his key to an attendee. “Park it nicely, will ya?” he said, only barely making his words heard over the constant clapping and flashing of all the cameras. “You guys on the left side are lucky, that's the one for the papers.” he said, striding like he owned the place, he stepped along the fresh carpet, and into the place itself.

It looked swanky enough, big hall, lots of the city's best and brightest elite talking and walking and dining like no one's business- well, it was his business, quite frankly. Social events were a perfect opportunity to meet and greet, hand out cards and numbers, talk to a lot of people and make your place in the world a little bigger, a little brighter. Connections, that sort of thing. The other thing was... well, he couldn't talk about it, nor think about it. Especially not at a big-time thing like this, could be some kind of telepath quirker around. But on that, there was someone who drew his attention, and plenty of other people's as well. A lot of people were turning their noses too, being pretty snobby – this was a happy occasion, but a little class would get you far. Thinking himself the right man for the job, Carson made his way over to the buffet, picking out some food and plating it in a nice, orderly fashion. He was watching himself, making good on his regiment, and in-taking a good calorie rate. However, the main focus right now was that person to make the upper-class turn in a 45 degree angle upwards to her.

“Hey toots,” he said, making his way over. “word to the wise – love the outfit by the way – these classy kinda parties? You gotta dress formal. It sucks the life outta you, but trust me when I say 'dress to impress'.” After picking up some fresh kale and placing it down, he took his free hand and passed her a card, handling it between his index and middle finger. “Here's my card. Carson Furlong, Furlong Concern. Pleased to make your acquaintance, miss...?”

Marceline Labelle

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My Bunny ears are burning [Caleb] Jun 20, 2020 16:52:30 GMT -4

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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jun 20, 2020 16:52:30 GMT -4

Toots?

My, what a bold approach. Definitely not the kind of title you’d take from someone upper class… unless they were exceedingly old fashioned at the very least, and very misogynistic at that but… to even be approached at this event, in her attire? She was already at least moderately interested in the individual before her.~ She had started to accrew a small plate of sweeter delicacies from the buffet, the light desert items. The excess she burned using her quirk meaning she didn’t have to worry toooo much about the extra calories, but she still had to pretend like she was at least a moderately good eater in the public eye. The sharp minded of those around her could easily figure out where to draw the line on a good metabolism afterall, and she didn’t want anyone figuring out her quirk might be more than she let it seem. With tiny plate in hand she’d turn her gaze to the man beside her, amber gaze taking him in as he likely took her in before she noticed.

“Well while I appreciate that ‘word to me’-“ She cheekily played on his words, calling herself wise. “I prefer to stand out and… what better way to do so than ignoring those silly little rules hm?~” She teased playfully, laying her plate down to one side and turning her eyes onto him more fully, brow rising as she was offered is card and taking it between her knuckles. “Furlong concern… sounds like some sort of consulting firm but… if that were the case you wouldn’t have enough expendable income to be here, at a guess.~” She took the card back, tucking it into her cleavage with a lack of shame, winking as she simply quipped- “No pockets on this think.~”

Taking a champagne glass from a passing server, two in fact, handing the other across, she offered a warm smile after taking a sip of her own glass. “Marceline Labelle… mostly I run the Labelle café business. Still fresh and new but we’re expanding. Maybe you’ve passed a quaint, European themed little café here or there throughout Tokyo. That’s me. I have a few other investments here and there but… hardly anything noteworthy.~ Altogether though…” She gestured about herself. “It winds me up here.~” She dipped her head back to him. “And you. Quirker, or pro quirker?~ I’m going to guess since you were even willing to acknowledge I exist your closer to the quirker category to be here tonight.~”

Carson Furlong

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My Bunny ears are burning [Caleb] Jul 6, 2020 10:15:24 GMT -4

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Post by Carson Furlong on Jul 6, 2020 10:15:24 GMT -4

This woman, she seemed far more interesting than any of the other patrons at the event. Carson believed he was right to approach her, she'd make better conversation than the usual crowd of snobby guys who still freak out when they see a girl's ankle. She was aware of the company too, at least enough to know it made him a shit ton of money every single day it operated: “Outgoing and perceptive, huh? You really know how to hit a guy's notes.” he said, being sure to pay admiration. Carson kept taking the more healthy foods on display, till his plate was filled with a variety of nutritious fruit and vegetables, noticing the woman taking her share of the sweeter stuff. Seemed fair enough, personalities matching with the foods they took.

After she put down her plate, she responded to his business form in a very playful manner, and tucking the card in one very specific spot. Carson only chuckled a little bit, giving a firm smirk as she did so, giving her thoughts on the bank's name and her own, along with her ventures in the world of economic gain. She seemed a very confident girl, doing something like that in public with the amount of charm she had. Most times Carson saw something similar, it was somewhere a little more seedy, and the cards would be stained white – downtown New York could be like that sometimes. Nevertheless, he showed his appreciation: “Charmed, Miss Labelle. I've seen a few of your places around, my secretary loves to go there after her shift ends. Thinking of going there myself, I always like a good spot to relax and catch up with employees. Speaking of which...” he said, placing his plate down for a good moment. “I'm looking for certain stores and niché locals that wouldn't mind some benefit in terms of financial support – not saying you need it, of course not, but if you ever want something, just make the call. I'm always on the other end.”

A smooth business proposal later, Marceline asked about his status, not in terms of money, but in the context of the event. “Oh, I'm a quirker myself. I find this event very welcoming, you know. I lost a friend to anti-quirk violence, back in the states. He was out of his mind on coke, and some thugs got the better of him in such a vulnerable time. Makes me feel sick to my stomach. Still, glad there's someone who wants to look out for us, huh?” he said, turning over to the café owner.

Marceline Labelle

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My Bunny ears are burning [Caleb] Jul 6, 2020 12:05:55 GMT -4

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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jul 6, 2020 12:05:55 GMT -4

“What can I say. Easier to get the attention you want when you know how to get it.~” She offered a sly little wink at her choice of words as she peeled away a little from the buffet table, lifting up one of the delicate cakes she’d taking and helping herself to a delicious little bite of what looked to be a rather creamy treat, any excess frosting or filling quickly licked from her lips with a casual flick of her tongue and a light brush-suckle of her finger when she made a bit more of a mess of her cheek on the second bite. Her whole aura seemed to radiate someone who knew how to navigate the maze of high class social interaction and mannerisms, and even had them engrained into her… she just cared more to have fun with it all at the end of the day!~ She did briefly glance down to his own plate, surprised by how healthy he was being but… well, he was quite the muscular specimen. Even if she could afford to waste a bit of excess fat with the use of her quirk, not everyone could.

“Oh, well I’m glad our reputation seems to be spreading.~ Just be aware I don’t take kindly to any of the high earners treating my staff disrespectfully, so don’t go thinking just because you know the high-manager you get special treatment~” She was still quite proud of the few times she’d tossed out a customer, figuratively speaking of course, for being rude to her staff. In her establishments she liked to offer some customer flexibility, try and allow for custom orders, it wasn’t like she had to worry about the place making a profit afterall givin it’s true purpose. Customer was always right and such… but mistreat her staff, or be rude to them, suddenly it was changed to ‘the customer is an idiot, and deserve to be tossed out without hesitation.’ Of course, looking at the man before her she didn’t expect him to be a purposely rude sort. He looked quite tough and gruff, but he was being kind enough to her at the very least, and look how much she stood out.~

At the offer of financial aid, she had to giggle a little, shaking her head. “I’m quite alright thank you, the business is doing well. In fact I’ve been looking into investing in other avenues. Perhaps if any of those prospects turn too risky though, I’ll give you a call. Wouldn’t exactly be against such a handsome gentleman lending a strong arm to a woman In need.~” She smirked wider still with another sly wink.

With the announcement he was a quirker, Marcie had to admit she was all the more intrigued, though she did at least pause he curiosity at the mention of that somber tale. “Oh dear… I mean, I can hardly approve of someone indulging in such a dangerous substance, but to hear you lost a friend just because someone took advantage of him at vulnerable time? Truly, even if I can’t relate, I hope to empathize.” She rested a tender hand on the man’s shoulder, hoping she wasn’t crossing a boundary there.