"Thanks to the generosity of Mr. Bourgeois, we're able to have our work experience field trip today at the Grand Paris luxury hotel. Each of you will get hands-on experience with one of the many jobs here at the hotel. You'll be graded on your effort, which will affect whether you pass or fail the class."

Ms. Bustier's explanation several days ago is the best way that Marinette can think of to describe why exactly she is standing in the main hall of the Grand Paris hotel with Alya. Everyone else has already been given their jobs, and Ms. Bustier is speaking with Mr. Bourgeois.

"I get the feeling something's up, girl," Alya mutters, and Marinette nods in agreement.

"Do you have Marinette and Alya on your list, Mr. Bourgeois?" asks Ms. Bustier.

"It doesn't look like it," Mr. Bourgeois says, frowning. "It must be an oversight."

"I bet I can guess who helped Daddy make the list," Alya mutters to Marinette, indicating the blonde girl behind the counter. She's standing, to Marinette's annoyance, with Adrien.

"Of course she gets to spend the entire day with Adrien," Marinette mutters. "This is going to be the worst day ever."

"Daddy!" Chloe shrieks, coming over and whispering in her father's ear. She flashes a smirk at Marinette before rejoining Adrien. Marinette wouldn't be surprised if smoke was coming out of her ears.

"Thank you, sweetie. Alya, you'll be sorting trash in the main dumpster!"

Alya gasps, her face the very image of outrage.

"Hey-!"

"And Marinette will be-"

To Marinette's relief, Mr. Bourgeois is distracted when the doors bang open. They reveal a tall man with black and purple hair, wearing a black jacket and trousers that resemble a bee's stripes. He also happens to have a crocodile on a lead.

If it's not already apparent, Mr. Bourgeois is not very happy about this.

"Excuse me," he snaps, "but this is a luxury hotel, not a-"

"Daddy!" Chloe hisses. "That's Jagged Stone, the rock star! He's sold millions of albums, he's very famous and very, very rich!"

Mr. Bourgeois changes tack so quickly Marinette almost laughs.

"Mr. Stone, welcome to the Grand Paris Hotel! I am Mayor Bourgeois, the owner of this luxury establishment, which is, in fact, the most luxurious in all of Paris. How may we serve you?"

"How'd you think?" Jagged Stone asks, not impressed in the slightest. If she wasn't already obsessed with his music, Marinette would have considered herself a fan on the spot. "I didn't come here to admire your lobby."

"Jagged would like to check into your most luxurious suite," clarifies the woman behind him, with pink hair. Penny Rolling, Marinette is pretty sure. His assistant.

"And Fang better get a real bathtub, not a pathetic waterhole like the one in the hotel across the road," Jagged Stone says.

"We have everything you need, Ms. Fang," Mr. Bourgeois says, making an immediate fool of himself. Marinette has to cover her laughter. "Even a state-of-the-art entertainment centre!"

Jagged raises an eyebrow at Mr. Bourgeois.

"Fang's my crocodile."

Beside Marinette, Alya has given up pretending not to laugh. Mr. Bourgeois looks extremely uncomfortable, and Chloe seems to be internally facepalming.

"Mr. Stone, we have everything you require for your... Fang. Would he, um, enjoy a bubble bath?"

"Crocodiles don't like bubble baths," Jagged Stone says, clearly wondering how he ended up with such an idiot in front of him. "That dries their scales out!"

Suddenly, Fang turns and growls, if crocodiles can growl. A man with blond hair and a camera stops immediately. Smart man.

"Oh no," Jagged Stone groans. "Not him again."

Marinette is promptly reminded why she loves Jagged Stone so much.

"Remember me, Mr. Stone?"

"Unfortunately," mutters Jagged.

"Vincent Aza! Just one photo to show everyone in the world that we're best buds! Come on, please? I'm your biggest fan!"

"I know," sighs Jagged, "you've been to my last thirty-six shows. But we're not friends."

Out the corner of her eye, Marinette is pretty sure she sees Adrien nod, looking at Chloe. But once she's turned, he's back to watching Jagged Stone.

"There!" Vincent says, moving the camera. "Look into the lens!"

"Didn't you hear Mr. Stone?" asks Penny, snatching the camera out of Vincent's hands. "You still haven't got it, have you? No photos!"

She shoves him out of the hotel, and tosses him his camera.

"Good reflexes," she says. "Now, don't let me see you near Mr. Stone again."

On a completely unrelated subject, Marinette loves Penny Rolling as well.

"Mr. Bourgeois," says Ms. Bustier, who Marinette completely forgot about, "you still haven't told Marinette what her job will be."

Marinette groans quietly.

"Ah yes," Mr. Bourgeois says. "Gopher."

"Gopher?"

Nearly twelve hours later, Marinette stands corrected. That was not the worst day ever. Chloe's clear plan of forcing Marinette all over the hotel to serve people backfired big-time, as she spent the entire day doing things for Jagged Stone. The best part? He gave her and Alya tickets to his concert that evening, and he was still wearing those glasses.

Haha, Chloe, take that.

Marinette gets home just gone ten, but she can't fall asleep. Every time she closes her eyes, she just sees neon lights.

In the end, she gives up and opens her laptop. Ever since she was small, drawing has helped her with pretty much everything. Bored? Draw. Upset? Draw. Need to calm down? Draw. Can't sleep? Draw.

She turns on night light settings, so the blue light doesn't do too much damage, and begins t draw. She has to stop a frame in, because she realises she's drawing herself being Jagged Stone's gopher.

After a moment, she draws Vincent Aza at a Jagged Stone concert. She labels it Concert 1, and draws another five identical frames, labelled Concert 7, Concert 13, Concert 27, Concert 31 and Concert 36. Not to mention the next frame, full of letters all addressed to Jagged Stone. After recreating the lobby scene, she makes Nooroo akumatise Vincent into Pixelator. She's almost finished, at just gone one, when she decides that she really needs to sleep.

This time, she falls asleep the moment her head touches the pillow.

When she wakes up the next morning, there's sunlight streaming in. She rubs the sleep from her eyes, and checks her phone. Noon.

"Marinette!"

[A/N: Y'know what I'm just going for it. Season 1 will be finished pretty soon!]