Marinette's P.O.V.
Marinette quickly made her way out of her hotel room, locking the door behind her as she made her way to the lobby. Luckily, the other day's incident of being left behind had not repeated itself... yet. But Marinette decided not to take any chances and arrived at the meeting place in front of the receptionist's desk 45 minutes early, she caught the class about to leave the lobby without her. Marinette also saw her friends surrounding Ms. Bustier while trying to get her to wait for the missing class representative.
The bluenette wore a red skirt that ended a few inches above the knee with black stockings and a light grey sweater with a white flower pattern. Marinette's hair was in a high ponytail while a few shorter strands framed her face, she also had her faux light brown crossbody leather bag that her kwamii's were quick to fly into with snacks and the horse miraculous in hand.
It had been over a week since the last Akuma attack and the Miraculous Team was getting antsy. The night before, the group decided that someone would always be with Marinette in case she needed to get to Paris fast and that they would have their ringers on for the Akuma alert app. Just in case.
Deciding to make her presence known before her friends could get into trouble, Marinette loudly cleared her through while walking toward the group.
"Good morning, Ms. Bustier. Why were you going to leave so early? Weren't we going to board the bus at 9:00 not 8:15, I thought I was going to be early."
"What do you mean, Ms. Dupain-Cheng? Lila informed everyone last night that we would be leaving early via text."
"Well, I'm sorry to say that I did not receive any messages from her."
Ms. Bustier looked shocked to hear that Marinette hadn't seen the Italian last night, asking, "And where were you? Why did you not receive the message she sent? She individually texted every student."
"First of all, I spent the day with a friend. Not that anyone who didn't already know would care. Also, it would have been impossible for Lila to have texted me the information because I don't have her number saved on my phone."
"Alright, that's fine just make sure that you aren't late again. We don't want you to miss another tour." Marinette wanted to be shocked that Ms. Bustier blamed her for almost being left behind again, but the teacher had been more and more negligent of the class' issues as the years went on. The bluenette begrudgingly nodded while the teacher tried to corral her students out of the lobby.
Marinette sighed at her teacher's hardheadedness while walking with her friends to the bus that had just arrived, once the class pulled up the botanical gardens Marinette quickly pulled out her sketchbook and began jotting down ideas while her friends chuckled and dragged the bluenette out.
The botanical garden was a giant greenhouse the size of a small city block, made of large panels of glass showcasing the bright greens of the plants housed inside. It was beautiful.
The tour went on without a hitch until Marinette got a distinctive but not alarming notification that told the miraculous holders they were needed. Marinette checked France's news and saw it was Mr. Pigeon, she was glad that it was an easier Akuma and decided Abeille would work best for the plan she was already starting to put together in her head. The bluenette grabbed Chloe while asking to use the bathroom, they were excused as the tour went on promising to catch up.
Once they were in the bathroom the girls quickly transformed:
"Tiki, Spots On!"
"Pollen, Buzz On!"
They were surrounded by pink and yellow light, it faded and the girls were replaced by their alter ego's.
Abeille's costume was entirely yellow except for the boots and gloves which were black and a black swirl pattern across the teen's torso that matched her spinning top.
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