Soulfasting Concert for Charity

[my_father_is_a_tycoon]

Who: Lenna Charlotte Tycoon, the Kagamine twins, and open invite for all
What: A Soulfast-themed charity concert and dance
When: Sunday night
Where: The Tycoon family estate
Summary: Lenna is hosting a charity event to benefit Union's poor and homeless population, along with refugees from war-torn communities outside Union's walls and people who are moving into the city but need some help while they get on their feet.  The entire city is invited, and donations are not required but are strongly encouraged in the form of Lenna smiling and making big moe eyes at everyone as they enter until they do.

[It's the beginning of the Soulfasting holiday, and despite the complications with Cresselia and Darkrai, Lenna has miraculously managed to pull together the final preparations for her charity event at the last minute.  The party itself is being held at the Tycoon mansion in the noble quarter, and the doors have been opened for any and all who wish to come and make merry.

The spacious foyer of the house has been set up with numerous tables with food and drink for the various attendees, plenty of room for dancing and mingling, and of course a large stage at the front of the room set up for Rin and Len Kagamine - Lenna's roommates and the headline performing act of the night.  There are donation boxes situated around the room, and Lenna will also be accepting larger donations personally so that she can secure them elsewhere in the house.

And because of the time of year, there is also a table set up with plenty of Pokemon-themed masks for people to wear, with a fancy sign hand written in calligraphy: 'Courtesy of the Tatsumi Gallery.'  Lenna herself is wearing a short red party dress with matching heels, greeting everyone as they enter and more or less just buzzing about making sure everyone is having a good time.]

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[mightofdemacia]

[Its twice before he comes over finally. Someone that was alone, he can feel a bit of kinship there if only because he doesn't want to be at the party, either.]

Some party? [His tone is a bit dry since he is hardly having fun, perhaps through his own subconscious intentions. Regardless, moving as he is has the side-effect of being tiring and he is nursing a glass of wine himself, though his looks sampled at best. Raising it, he takes another small sip and scans the crowd again.]

[mid]

[ She recognizes Garen almost instantly, loath as she is to admit that he had caught her eye several times over the course of the gala. When he approaches her, Katarina visibly stiffens, though she makes no attempt to move from her position.

The party has left her weary, and it seems to have done the same to him. Maybe it's the three glasses of wine lulling her into complacency, but Katarina is in no mood to act on the hostility previously established between the two of them. ]

Some party. [ She can definitely drink to that, and so she does. ] Though I would think you'd be more inclined to enjoy it than I, all things considered.

[mightofdemacia]

[He takes a second, longer drink this time before answering her. Mostly because he had missed her for who she was right away, and was checking.]

What gave you that idea? [Likely the Crownguard's supposed gift of gab. A trait he hadn't inherited and wants no part of.] I'm just a soldier and I'd rather be doing something productive. This was a good cause though, at least.

[Garen very much supports bridging the class gap whenever possible.]

Though, I admit I didn't expect to see you here at all.

[mid]

People like you more. [ Katarina gives a smirk behind her glass, taking another sip before lowering it. It was a pure statement of fact: Katarina wasn't first on the list of people that most nobles wanted to associate with. ] But a soldier's a soldier, no matter the way they dress. I suppose charity is a noble cause... [ She lets the sentence hang there, her tone implying everything she left unsaid. It was obvious that she wasn't the most philanthropic of nobles. ]

... I wouldn't be, if my sister weren't off doing whatever it is she does. [ Likely honeying the ear of some high-ranking Union official. ] My duty to the Du Couteau line holds far more weight than my personal interests.

[ Taking a final swig, she lowers her now-empty glass. ]

I'm surprised you aren't out there. [ She gestures to the dancefloor. ] You've had a veritable trail of pretty young things following you all night. [ Not that she's noticed, or anything. ]

[mightofdemacia]

This is news to me. [Certainly to him at least. He thought he was excessively unpopular simply by merit of being a Sword. Though he supposed her reputation was a bit more...mysterious. Harsh. Questionable. One of the few families that might be guilty of taking lives, but it's all unproven, and could just be elaborate stories. It is worth his time to know, in his opinion. However, when she makes light of the charity event, he sighs. Giving back what he doesn't need seems sensible to him. As long as he didn't give all that he had. Still this was a point he and many disagreed on in the end. It was these thoughts that caused him to dip out of the conversation a moment, listening, but not acknowledging, and even taking a few idle seconds to process her words.]

Well, I confess I think I'd rather you as you're more earnest--Not to say that is that I don't like your sister--but. [He grunts. Because he's embarrassed himself and even if he did very much agree on familial duties, now it would sound as if he's just agreeing to stay on her good side. Grunting again, he follows her gesture to the dancefloor.] A trail? You've better eyes than me. ...Though I have to question why you'd notice such a detail.

[mid]

[ Katarina gives a soft, sardonic laugh at what Garen says, taking another slow sip of her wine. She held no love for the Swords, but she knew Garen Crownguard to be everything she was not: kind with no reason for being so, and helpful even in the face of gaining nothing in return. People tended to like that. ] No need to be modest.

Oh? That is news to me. Cassiopeia has her fingers in many, many pots, and most men are more than happy to have her company. [ She takes another swig, the wine beginning to warm her cheeks and make her head slightly swim. ] Most people see me and clear a path. Not that I'm... complaining... [ She sighs wanly, a small smile playing on her lips. She can't help it: she giggles, though she hopes against hope he doesn't notice. ]

Hard not to notice when you're a woman. It's one of those things, you know. [ She tilts her head backwards against the wall, shutting her eyes behind her mask. Loath as she was to admit it, this was... nice. Peaceful. She can almost forget herself in the dull throb of the alcohol coursing through her veins. ] I'm surprised none of them has begged you for a dance yet.