154/Long Island Art

Long Island Art
Date of Scene:	26 April 2017
Location:	Long Island, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed.
Cast of Characters:	Polaris, Iron Fist

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Polaris has posed:
It's a beautiful spring night in New York. A recent gallery is hosting a gala of work done by street kids. The art for sale could get the children scholarships to good schools. Some of them are even mutants. With that in mind, the green haired Polaris herself is in attendence, splendid in silver heels that might just actually be metal in a little black dress with more silver up her arms in stacks of bracelets.
    The Genoshan heir is mingling with some of the children, human and mutant drinking sparkling cider with them. Other well to do socialites and business owners are also in attendence for the evening, lots of fat purses and women in fine jewels.

Iron Fist has posed:
Daniel Rand is one such member in attendance, but he has a somewhat unique sense of style. He's wearing a grey suit, with a blue dress shirt, and a grey bowtie. He must have thought that it looked good. Either that, or he lost a bet. And worse, he isn't even wearing proper shoes. He's wearing white and blue Reebok sneakers. They're far more comfortable to wear than dress shoes, and if need be, he can do his athletic feats in that footwear. Making his way towards Lorna Dane, he offered a bright smile, "hello, how's the gallery going for you?"

Polaris has posed:
Looking at Daniel, Lorna effects a charming smile. "It's lovely. I couldn't be more proud of these kids and what they're achieving." She is a school teacher, rumor has it-and one of the more dangerous mutants on the planet, like her father. She looks over his outfit with an easy grin. "My friend Hank would have picked something like that, but with out the shoes, he's usually barefoot." She offers to him and picks up a glass of sparkling cider to match her own. "Apple juice?"

Iron Fist has posed:
Accepting the glass, he asks, "is there alcohol in this?" He had pretty good senses. It didn't smell like apple juice to him. "I've already put in a few bids for our new..." and he had to think of it, then shakes his head, "er, building somewhere. There's always a new one going up. I think the next one might be in Starling." For a Chief Executive Officer, he doesn't have the best handle on his own company. But then it's more of an honourary title. He's the majority shareholder and consulted, he has final say, but he rarely throws his weight around unless of course he strongly believes in it.

Polaris has posed:
"Its carbonated, but no, it's just Martinelli's, I believe. The artists are all minors, after all." Lorna points out and looks to some of the art. "It's amazing, young minds came up with this work. Some of it is so..." She looks to a piece done in angry reds and blacks, the people and scenery jagged. "Tortured." She stares at it a moment longer before looking back to Danny with a winning smile. "Lorna. How do you do?" She offers with a hand extended.

Iron Fist has posed:
With a quizzical look, Danny takes a sip of the carbonated apple juice. "I... had my own issues, once." He can see the rage in the artist as he looks at the red and black. "In fact, I believe mine was in green and gold." He may have painted or made something similar in K'un-Lun. The winning smile does wake him from that memory. "Danny Rand," and he shakes her hand. His grip is firm, but not hard. He's just being kind. Some people have a weak grip. His... is not.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna's hand is firm as well, some callouses suggest she's trained to throw a punch or two. "Danny then, is that alright?" she asks and sips at her own drink. "Thanks for talking to me. Some of the others keep looking at me like I might tear the building down." She confides, leaning in and lowering her voice a little. But then she's back to that magnetic smile. "Take a walk with me? Plenty of paintings I haven't eyed yet."

Iron Fist has posed:
"Of course, please, call me Danny." He nods his head a little more energetically than is probably appropriate. He does have that youthful vigour, almost as if he never quite grew up. "Oh, and why do they look at you that way? Why would you tear the building down? Is it scheduled for demolition or something?" He walks with her, gesturing with a hand that he'll follow her lead. He probably saw his dad do that.

Polaris has posed:
Chuckling, Lorna leads the way and looks to Danny as she walks, some how still managing to step around people. "Well, I'm a mutant who controls metal-among other things, really I live in harmony with the electro magnetic field of Earth-if you want to get technical. My father rather famously was something of an....activist for mutant rights for a while." She lifts her shoulders in a shrug. It seems odd to her the man seems to have no clue on her identity, the relief is marked and obvious.

Iron Fist has posed:
Even if he did know, he wouldn't hold it against her. Danny treats people based on his own experiences. "I'm not a mutant, but I don't know why that should matter? So you can do stuff. Other people can do stuff. Some can't. It doesn't change anything." As he walked by a red, green, and sky blue painting, he stopped. He found it interesting, but he wasn't sure if he liked it. "What's the story behind this one?"

Polaris has posed:
"I don't know." Lorna stops and considers. She tilts her head a little. "I think the mutant hate is honestly because it's evolution, and that scares people. Magic and radioactive accidents-that's a fluke, or you know, learned. But mutants are born from humans or other mutants, it threatens humans the way humans edged out neanderthals. Even if we all got together, there is still the fear that one day, all children will be born mutant." She lets out a slow breath. "It's sad that something like that can cause so much violence."

Iron Fist has posed:
"Children," he repeated, thinking about the prospect of him being a father. It's not something he had contemplated before, but was a possibility, "that's a new one, mutant children... but as long as it's healthy, if I ever have one, or more, then I'll be happy. That's all that matters."

Polaris has posed:
"New? Mutants have been documented for well over a century. It's more prevelent now than it ever has been, which is why violence against them has also spiked, but it's not a foreign concept." Lorna says. She has some authority on the matter, being the heir to a mutant country. "It's nice to here the owner of Rand Industries is so leanient on the matter. You might, for all you know have mutant employees who live in fear of discovery as many do. As a girl I had to dye my hair brown so I wouldn't be betrayed as different and bullied as so many mutants are." She catches herself and offers an apologetic smile. "Sorry. You caught me in politician mode. Have you seen this one, with all the flowers? The light in it feels so heavenly." She leads him over to a painting of a feild of golden flowers that seem to glow under shimmeringly blue skies.

Iron Fist has posed:
"Rand Enterprises," he corrects her, "I know, the names change a lot. Before I disappeared, it was the Rand-Meachum Incorporated." Of course, it's debatable whether or not Genosha is a country, since it was only about a year ago that the United Nations gave Magneto approval to wage a civil war to gain control of the island nation. "Ah, so it's natural? Well, I think it's a lovely shade of green. Nope, flowers? Interesting, and yeah, it looks nice." He follows her to the field, "did I hear that you're Magneto's daughter? What's that like?"

Polaris has posed:
"It's....challenging?" Lorna smiles softly. "He loves our people-mutants, but I think he can be a little extreme. My own experiance with humans has been a little different so I tend to disagree on some of his methods. I work at the Xavier Institute for example, teaching mutant children to live in peace with humans. Co-existance is critical. But he is my father, and I also love him. Family isn't always the people you get along with best."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny became wistful. "He is your father. He will always be your father. When you are angry with him, about this or that; when you are at odds, always remember that he is your father." He lost his mother and father at a young age. He will never get them back. And he is saddened by that for a moment. And then, he moves on. He was good at that. It was as if the cloud just disappeared. Must have been a Buddhist trick. He accepted it, and moved on.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna nods. "I thought I lost both parents young, we were in a plane crash...so I grew up with my aunt and uncle. I didn't learn Magneto was my father until my late teens." She admits. "It was an odd adjustment, no longer being an orphan. I do my best to temper his moods. His love for me to balm his betrayed feelings towards humanity." She looks at Danny. "You're an orphan too?" She asks softly, standing arm to arm with him to keep their conversation private. Some of the other patrons are gawking, the Genoshan with the head of Rand side by side looking at flowers.

Iron Fist has posed:
"Yeah, I was just a kid, lost both my parents in Tibet." He didn't care about gawkers. He didn't care about the paparazzi. They knew all about him, his relationships, though, he had managed to keep being the Iron Fist a secret from them... for now. "But, we all have a fate. You were destined to be here, as was I. I don't know what the future will hold, but there will be a future."

Polaris has posed:
Nodding, Lorna looks at Danny with a smile. "That's an interesting sort of way to look at things." She offers to him and sips her sparkling apple juice. "I don't know that I was destined to come to an art gallery, but I try to support efforts that improve the lives of children-from all walks and species." She winks. "I am sorry for the loss of your parents, I know that pain never truely leaves you." She places a hand on his arm in support and looks back to the paintings.

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny had already finished his sparkling apple juice. He'd feel the ramifications of the carbonation later. He preferred natural food and drink. "It might not, but losing a loved one is a teaching moment. You will learn from it and grow. I did. You did. And we can learn something new every day." He looks at the supporting arm, not really understanding it, but he doesn't pull away. "Which is your favourite painting?"

Polaris has posed:
"Well, I bought this one here, the flowers. And there's this one of the sky line where the skyscrapers look like beasts clawing at the sky that I found striking." Lorna tells him and looks to Danny. "You?" She asks and slides her hand from resting on his arm to loop around it, resting her fingers in the crook of his elbow. This time she gestures ahead of them for him to lead on.

Iron Fist has posed:
"Ah," and he nodded, taking it in greater detail knowing that Lorna had bought it for herself. He gives her an odd look when she talks about the beast-like skyscrapers. "Oh, I... I really don't know anything about art. I mean, look at how I'm dressed. I could have people for that. I knew I should have brought along an art expert." He leads her on, not really sure where he's going, but she was being awfully affection. It's a good thing Colleen wasn't around.

Polaris has posed:
Following along, Lorna seems content to just be on his arm. Oddly, one or two men that were looking at paintings near them have moved off a ways and she smiles all the broader. "My method was sort of-could I look at or enjoy this being in my space? The towers are for my father. The flowers are for me." She draws a breath and looks at some grafiti spread across three long panels. "That's rather interesting. I've alway been impressed with the skill grafiti artists have. it's so under appreciated. The appearance of chaos and care for the shape of the letters."

Iron Fist has posed:
"I think you made the right choice. I liked the flowers more than the towers too." He sees one that looks like a dragon, though it's been drawn with negative space. It caught his eye. "I like this one. I'll buy it." He didn't know the price, he didn't ask. It was nice to have that kind of money. But he liked the expansive mural. It probably was the single most expensive paginating in the auction, naturally.

Polaris has posed:
"Well, the towers...it sort of reminds me of the Tower Babel story. Man had the huberis to try and reach the heavens. Sky scrapers aren't unlike that. They mar our view of the heavens and poison our night sky with lights so we lost our way as a nomadic people and stopped moving." Lorna looks at the dragon Rand intends to buy. "In a way, I think we are all like that, frozen in place by our pride and clawing out at the heavens to sieze our fates." She looks back up at Danny and pats his arm again. "The dragon is nice. I like your style." she tells him and begins moving off in the crowd to replace her glass of cider, asking the server for water instead.