13418/Knights to Remember

Knights to Remember
Date of Scene:	01 June 2021
Location:	Colgate Heights, Burnley
Synopsis:	At the opening of the Three Horses Brewery and Whiskey Bar, there is a superhero collection bidding war to raise donations for charity. Some of Tim Drake's collection is up for auction. Andrea becomes slightly better acquainted with Phoebe Beacon, and Tim Drake makes acquaintences with The Devil Himself, as Lucifer steps in to defent a mutual friend.
Cast of Characters:	Sparrowhawk, Rage, Red Robin, Lucifer

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Sparrowhawk has posed:
    This was the latest in high-scale industrial-style gatherings. It was a combonation whiskey bar and brewery called 'Three Horses', known for their experimental IPA's and sour ales.

    So of course, as part of the festivities of a grand opening, they had asked some of the surrounding big-wig types for attractions -- and Wayne Tech hooked them up. Tall, ballstics-glass towers show various Super Hero paraphenalia, borrowed from the curated collection of one Tim Drake and arranged by his personal assistant-and-curator, who had arrived earlier in the day to help set up and then ducked away to change.

    The cases held various items -- Batarangs and wing-dings. Throwing daggers. A half of a broken domino. Weights attached to strings from capes and hair folicles.

    Truly a varied collection, but focusing mostly on Gotham's own Dark Knights.

    People are wandering through the attractions, commenting. Security guards wearing smart black suits with black WayneTech nametags are stationed to stop anyone from getting too close to the glass, as inevitably alcohol will make someone do something stupid.

    And there, in the middle of it, was Phoebe. Her nametag had P BEACON on it, with a WayneTech logo. She was wearing a gray pinstripe pencil skirt with matching jacket over a pale gray blouse, matte dark lipstick and minimal makeup. Her hair was freshly done up in box braids, which were pulled back and secured with a simple matte strap, her nylons were dark and her shoes were a glossy dark gray.

Rage has posed:
Always up for a good charity auction, Andrea had received an invite to this interesting event and arrived in style with a black dress and a pair of matching heels. She has her hair and make-up on point, just enough to be considered 'glamerous' as a celebrity guest at a Wayne event. She rarely puts on this much effort unless it was high profile enough, and her PR team designated it as so.

As she makes her way through the crowds to investigate the items that will be sold, she makes small talk here and there to those who greet her. She will pause for an autograph or a photo at times, though it's rare. Everyone has a little girl at home who is a 'big fan' and surely won't sell it on eBay.

As she pauses in front of one glass tower, she stares up at it curiously. It's a Mr Freeze ray gun. It looks complicated and bulky. Her eyes trail over the description and the price, letting out a soft noise of amusement in her throat. ".. That much, really? Geez."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake has just arrived here at the event himself. He is wearing a black suit with red accents. He stops and meets with a couple near the door. Chatting with them a moment, before heading in deeper. He will nod to this or that person, but will make his way to Miss Beacon, and smiles at her "Thinks are looking well here, you did a good job," He tells her

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Considering it has been stripped down so that it cannot be used? ... it probably is a little high." comes a voice from behind Andrea as Phoebe steps in. She looks very different from 'bedraggled student pestering Lucifer' to 'well put-together professional'. She's even wearing glasses.

    "Good evening, Miss Jackson, how do you do?" she questions politely, and then as Tim comes uo, she gives a warm smile.

    "All I did was follow a set-up plan. Hardest thing I had to do today was sign off on paperwork.

Rage has posed:
Glancing over her shoulder towards Phoebe, Andrea offers up a smile as she recognizes the woman, as well as the scent as her nose gives a twitch. "Oh. Hello. You again. It's been awhile since I've seen you. I didn't know you were the event coordinator. This is really nice. The gun not so much."

She gives another look to it before she shrugs before she passes an amused grin. "I'm more interested in some of the Rubin and Nightwing stuff. Kind of a bucket list for me."

At the sight of Tim, her eyes track him in the suit, giving him a grin. "Hey."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks over to Andrea, and smiles "Hello Miss Jackson." He will greet the rock star. "Seems we have been drawing quite an attendance tonight." He looks over to the gnu "That is a shell the police auctioned off a few years ago, nothing that works inside it, but I believe it payed for a few new squad cars."

Lucifer has posed:
Speak of the Devil and in he walks. His suit is red, the handkerchief in his pocket is black. His hair is slicked back, blue eyes shimmer as if filled with galaxies and his ever-present smirk is...well...ever present. Did he have an invitation? Of course he did. Present and accounted for - if such a thing is needed - and then he simply strolls in like he owns the place. He spots familiar faces, familiar...scents...and yet strolls close enough to watch them but perhaps far enough away from to not be quite noticed himself. Yet.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "No, some of the pieces on display are from Mr. Drake's personal collection -- so I'm here as the curator, and semi-security this evening. And to answer any questions about the collection that's coming up for bidding, like 'why is this gun so expensive' and 'why should I pay that much if it doesn't even work'." Phoebe gives a smile to Andrea, and then takes a deep breath, and lets it go.

    "If you're interested in bidding on some of the Nightwing and Robin pieces, if you'd like to step this way we have a variety of thrown objects. One broken domino recovered from Bludhaven--" Phoebe pauses a moment, her head drawing up a little bit before she touches her left shoulder, distracted, and then she gives a smile to Andrea and Tim.

    "I didn't know you were acquainted."

Rage has posed:
"Yes, I met him a few times at a couple of events. One of which had a virtual reality exhibit that we tested out together in a new reality immersion. Was pretty fun." Andrea says with a smile towards Tim, lifting her brows upwards. "It's good to see you again, Mister Drake. Why would anyone want to buy a broken domino? Who used that?"

Obviously she doesn't know much about the weapons the Bat folk or their enemies use in the field. "But, I'll take a tour if you're looking to show off a few things." Her eyes glance over to Tim, curious. "Your /personal/ collection, huh? You got yourself a thing for capes?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake smiles and says "And miss Jackson being a famous star, probably most anyone here would know her name." He nods to Andre, and says "Oh, I am a big fan of heroes, wish I could do it. I have been collecting for a while, and have even had the opportunity to meet a few, got a day at Titans tower and got to meet a lot of the titans there." He notices Phoebe, distraction and lets his hand brush the one not on her shoulder for a moment.

Lucifer has posed:
Curiosity and wonder finally prick at Lucifer's mind a little too much and he shifts his stride to walk closer to the gathered trio. A drink? He'll have one in hand and likely not in a glass that's from the actual gala. None the less, as he draws closer, he comes up from behind Andrea and gives both Tim and Phoebe that ever-present smirk. "Well hello, Miss Beacon." Eyes drifting to Tim then and he inclines his head. "This must be the infamous Tim Drake you keep talking about. Did I hear right? Some of this collection is yours? It is rather impressive."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Phoebe gives a look over to Tim, her dark eyes settling on his blue before Lucifer makes his way to the grouping.

    "Mr. Morningstar." The terribly professionally dressed Phoebe begins, taking a breath as she turns on the toe of her foot and regards tall, dark and possibly dangerous.

    "Yes, this is Mr. Tim Drake-Wayne. Tim, this is Mr. Morningstar -- the one who returned Carrie's wallet to me in the park." she gives a smile. She is dressed less fancy than the others.

    "This particular event is celebrating the new Whiskey Bar -- have you had the opportunity to sample it?"

Rage has posed:
"A big fan of heroes, huh? I've met a few of them in my day as well." Andrea says as she gives a bright smile. "I'll admit, I'm a fan of Robin. He's cute. He used to wear those really tight, small shorts at one point. Kinda makes you wonder why Batman would stick him in those, huh? But, he had a great ass. When I was younger, I had a /huge/ crush on him. I think a lot of girls my age did. I wanted to go to Prom with him. The Boy Wonder."

At the sound of a whisper behind her ear, followed by the voice of Lucifer, Andrea nearly jumps out of her skin before she glances over her shoulder at him. "Oh, hello Mister Morningstar. It's nice to see you again. You snuck up on me." No one sneaks up on her. That causes her a bit of confusion for a moment before shaking it off.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake smirks a bit as he is pretty sure Andrea is talking about Tim, as he was the one in the shorty shorts, that and for some reason all women seem to like his butt. He looks over to Lucifer, and says "Yes, I have been collecting for a while, while most of what here is Gotham's main heroes, I do have some things from other cities and groups. And am always looking for more."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer lifts his glass up at Phoebe in a sort of toasting manner. "Ah, yes, I am giving myself the pleasure. The whiskey is absolutely delicious. And this whole set up, Miss Beacon, is incredible." A pause and then he looks her over. "Are you feeling better?" It's asked. Surely Tim knows what happened - maybe. It's a toss up if Andrea does. And speaking of, when the woman nearly jumps out of her skin and greets him, he can't help but chuckle. "I didn't mean to scare you, Andrea, I'm sorry." Before finally he side steps and forwards before offering a free hand to Tim. "As you've gathered by now, Lucifer Morningstar. Owner and proprieter of Club Lux. It's a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Drake. And please, call me Lucifer."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "I'm hardly the event planner, all I did was move some boxes and sign off on paperwork." Phoebe confirms quietly, though it's hard to not look smug at Andrea at her jump, and the commentary on Tim's rear end.

    "I would imagine all the running about and swinging they do, their bodies must be in remarkable shape." she gives a smile, and the younger lady adjusts her glasses.

    And Lucifer and Tim are meeting and getting along. Phoebe looks nervous.

    "So, would you like to see more from the Robins and Nightwing collection, Andrea?" she motions with one hand.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake nods, and says "Well please call me Tim." He shakes the man's hand giving a firm but not smashing handshake. Phoebe has told me a bit about you as well. So, are you enjoying the show here, are you a hero and villain fan?" He asks of the other man.

Lucifer has posed:
Apparently Andrea gets a sudden phone call she just can't ignore and is off to the races. He feels that not-smashing-but-firm handshake and gives a smile to Tim. "Pleasure, Tim." He offers and then gives a shrug. "I've always felt like I've had more of an affinity to the villains of the world. Not sure why." A pause. "Sometimes I feel like they're misunderstood..." Another pause and then he looks directly at Phoebe. "Ignoring me now, Miss Beacon?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Hardly, Mr. Morningstar, but I assure you Gotham's villains are rarely misunderstood. An argument could be made for Dr. Freis or Dr. Isley, but most of the villains we contend with here are not the sort you should feel bad for -- bad things happen when you do." she states quietly, but she notably does not look at Lucifer's eyes. She is not lying, mind you.

    "And I am feeling far better than when we met the other evening, I assure you I am most thankful for the help you provided me."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake nods, and says "Yes, Gotham's rogue gallery are a lot more on the darker side than a lot of places that is for sure. I have heard the Flash has been able to teach some of his better ways, but sadly not an often thing that could even be tried in Gotham." He will take a drink from a passing server, and takes a small sip. I have had a few things from villains but I am much more into the heroes."

Lucifer has posed:
"Well then. Maybe I should grace Gotham with my personal presence more often." Lucifer adds while walking around Tim and past Phoebe. "Seems I miss all the fun..." Then he motions. "I'm going to keep poking around. Don't wait up for me." Offered as he takes another sip, winks at Phoebe and then drifts in some general away direction.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Phoebe pauses, and looks up to Tim. Her eyebrows rise up.

    "... I may have understated how 'pulled' my shoulder was." she admits to him quietly, and then looks to Lucifer as he prances off, drifting like the wind is pulling him through.

    "... pretty sure he's going to be able to open any box he wants without setting off alarms."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will move to gently run Phoebe's shoulder as he leans in to speak quietly to her "So you think he is going to cause problems here?" He will ask softly so not to carry to others.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer downs one whiskey, then looks at his glass, glances around and back again. With a swipe of his finger against the glass, it's half full again, and he continues sipping and looking. Not really bothered about taking things out of boxes. He's just enjoying the show. And the drinks. Mostly considering what size donation he's going to make perhaps.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "... I don't think he will. He's my friend." she states, without any hesitation on her part, though she raises a glass of fizzy water to cover the concerned look she gives in concern to Tim about The Literal Devil being in the details.

    "I'll go talk to him."

    And the young Knight Light's heels tap quietly as she follows after Lucifer, coming up behind him.

    "Was there anything in the collection you were considering? This doesn't really fit in with the decor of Lux." she gives a gentle smile to him, giving Lucifer a side-eye through her glasses.

    Tim, meanwhile, will have to deal with a young lady named Chelsea. Chelsea, in a short black dress siddles up to him with a smile.

    "Ssssooooo -- Tim Drake, right? Chelsea Harmon, didn't we meet at the Policeman's Gala last year?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will rack his brain for a moment and says "Perhaps, It was one of those parties where everything runs together after a while." He offers with a smile "So, what brings you out Chelsea?" He will ask her.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer side eyes Phoebe and then lifts a single shoulder in a shrug. "Is there really that much concern that I might cause trouble?" This and then he shrugs. "Lux is my club, it is not my home, and you never know. I might have wanted to decorate." Then he turns to her, drains his next glass of whiskey and then drops the glass - but it never shatters. It just...disappears. "No matter. I'll just make an anonymous donation. I am glad you're feeling better."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Oh, well, a little bird told me you downgraded your girlfriend to personal assistant, sooo are you seeing anyone at the moment?" Chelsea asks. Perfectly blonde hair, impeccable teeth, the drop in the front of her dress drawing the eye downwards. "Because if not, my penthouse is just across the way, it might help to get to know each other better~?"

    Phoebe gives a slight smile. "No, we're just used to trouble getting caused at events. Gotham attracts an interesting crowd when there's not a lot of... others around." she explains as gently as she can, her hands tucked behind her back as she looks out over the collection.

    "Well, if you're considering for your home, we have these that are coming up for auction." she motions, and draws attention to a dull red wooden sword display, with three katana on it. "A collection of Japanese made katana that were used by a gang out of the China Basin. They're actualy antique, made during the late Tokugawa shogunate. They were conviscated by the police at the scene of their arrest after fighting Robin. The rack is lacqured birch, colored by oxblood -- hence the rustiness. There was a big to-do because they never determined who actually owned the pieces, or if they were stolen -- they ended up in police evidence, and were part of a lot purchased last year."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake shakes his head a bit and says "Oh no, no demotion, she was already reminding me when my meetings were and helping me keep track of things, I finally convinced her to take the job officially if she was going to be doing it anyways." He looks over to Phoebe a moment, and says "I am still dating the loveliest girl in Gotham." He makes the statement knowing it might be in the social colloms.

Lucifer has posed:
"Oh those are indeed lovely." Lucifer offers. "Shame I might not be around for the entire auction itself. Is this something Mister Drake is offering up from his personal collection? Perhaps he and I can come to some...silent...agreement." A little sparkle to those eyes as he says this and that smirk remains as it always is.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Chelsea's face falls. "You mean you're still with a gold-digging lower class girl. You know she's only after you for the cash. She has no idea how to act in high society. She isn't like *us*. She's... you know. Poor." Chelsea states, crossing her arms as she looks at tim. "You really think you can keep on running events like these when everyone sees your girlfriend in her bargain basement skirtsuit? Someone already mistook her for the event planner, and pretty sure someone will get her wiping down tables at the end of the night. That's just how they are; they were bred to be The Help."

    "Well, for that you would have to speak to Tim, who -- appears to have said something to upset Hiss Harmon. Oh, dear."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks over and says "No, your the one who is worried about money Miss Harmon, she is a wonderful person, who is actually in charge of this event for me, because I trust her. I do believe I would much rather be with her, than someone who standing beside makes me feel soiled. You do know I and the other members of my family, have some rather swaying votes in who is gets invites and is allowed to be in most all the important social events of the year right? It is a good thing I have a personal assistant, to try to keep me from being vindictive to those who insult those I care for."

Lucifer has posed:
All it takes is a step. Lucifer, in the moment, doesn't care. He's not by Tim's side, and then he is, staring down one Chelsea Harmon and gives a slight tilt of his head. "Ah, see you cannot be vindictive, Mister Drake, and I admire that, so please allow me the honor..." Then he looks to Chelsea. "So what are you, little girl? Just some rich kid still suckling at the parent's teat? So used to everyone handing you anything you wanted, and all you have to do is raise your skirt about three inches and show off a little more clevage." He grins.

"My dear I have cage dancers with more class in their big toe than you do in your entire body ... not to mention that the loveliest girl in Gotham lifts her fingers because she wants to, not because she has to. So I would take your silicone infused figure and march across the way back to your little penthouse and never mind that for once someone told you No." A thought. "Maybe you should go cry a river to daddy..." A happy gasp. "He might get you a yacht to go sail away on it! Yes. Off you go. Go on. There's a good girl."

Then he's looking back to Tim once more. "That katana set. Yours? I'd like to make you a solid offer. Name me your best buy now price. Well name it, then double it. And that's what I'll pay for them."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Excuse /me/?" Chelsea states, "You can't uninvite Dr. Harmon and his family from events with the elite. Even if you adopted the last name /Wayne/ to tack onto your Drake." Chelsea states, and then she turns, and regards Lucifer with mixed surprise, and opens her mouth, then closes her mouth as she's just dismissed out of hand, and then she turns to stalk away, angry and confused.

    Phoebe takes a little longer to get there than Lucifer does, and she watches as Chelsea makes an exit by nearly tipping over a busser, who promptly flips her off, then looks back to make sure no one's watching and flips her off again with the other hand as he gathers plates and glasses and moves to the back of the bar.

    "... well. That was relatively non-issue for Miss Harmon." Phoebe states with a relatively chipper note to her voice.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will reach over to take Phoebe's hand in his and says "She is a royal pain." He then turns to Lucifer, and says "for getting rid of her, you can have the swords, you did me something worth more than their value and perhaps coming from someone else she may remember it."

Lucifer has posed:
"If this wasn't such a public setting, she'd be marching across the street with a pig snout and curly tail..." Lucifer offers and then smiles, taking a step back so Phoebe and Tim can stand close. "Well. I still wish to make a donation to this event, so I'll do that, and I shall leave an address where the swords can be sent to." A look around once more. "Now, having had a drink and a show, and gaining a lovely item...I believe my work here is done. I shall bid you both good night. You should come by the club sometime. I'll give you the VIP treatment."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Phoebe gets a peturbed look "Oh, oh no not in the middle of GOtham, they'll find some way to make it a fad and then there'd be gene-splicing." she states, "Or they'll mistake her for a mutant and she'll get hurt. I wouldn't want that." she states with seriousness in her expression, looking to Tim, and then she gives a smile to Lucifer. "I'd be happy to make sure it's delivered personally."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks over and says "Or someone would think she was working for that new dr. pig guy or something." He tells them, but does move to hold Phoebe closer to him, his arm around her. "Will consider it." He says of the invite.