6724/Park Benches and Conversation

Park Benches and Conversation
Date of Scene:	01 March 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Black Queen, Quinn Morgan

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Black Queen has posed:
Currently in the midst of Central park, along one of the trails, is Selene. She's taken this opportunity to sort of sit down on a bench that was dedicated to some person who's long since been dead. Well, recently in Selene's scale of time. She is waiting on the bench, or just sitting, as she's looking out over the people walking past on the trail, and offering pleasant smiles to each as they go past. Perhaps a wave, and somewhere down the trail there might be heard the occassional trip and tumble. A soft chuckle every once in a while comes to Selene as she sighs softly, entertaining herself with the folly of others.

Quinn Morgan has posed:
There are many downsides to Quinn Morgan. One of them is her unnerving tendency to appear out of nowhere, using natural cover to move until she is ready to be seen. And so it goes that a group of rowdy teenaged boys passes by Selene, leaving behind a black and white figure standing just beyond the sidewalk. Her skin is luminous white, and her face is painted with black flourishes. Her dress is something reminiscent of a heater, with streaming ribbons that flutter over the skirt. Silently, she tilts her head and watches Selene, in a seemingly obvious fashion.

Black Queen has posed:
Looking up in the direction of Quinn, Selene speaks over in the direction of the other woman. "Come to watch the pigeons dear?" She questions across the way, that same group of teenage boys starting to get rowdy down the trail. It takes a few more minutes but there's an actual fight going on as they continue to move further and further away. No longer really in view as they've turned some corners in the trail, the sound is just something that carries.

Quinn Morgan has posed:
Quinn remains silent for a moment, head tilted just-so. She approaches slowly, as crystals and sequins on her dress catch the sun in a brilliant fashion.

"I've seen your picture," Quinn says quietly, bereft of any emotion, and disregarding the pigeon question. "Not a photo. A painting, maybe. Or a sketch." Her expression remains vacant as stormy grey eyes focus intently on the woman.

Black Queen has posed:
"Oh?" Selene questions a little bit, smiling in the direction of Quinn, "Was I dashing in the picture, or painting, or sketch?" Leaning back, Selene crosses her legs and brings her arms up to be along the tops of the bench she's sitting on. She smirks a little at Quinn, "Are you sure it was me, child? You do not seem so sure of what it was exactly, perhaps you are getting me confused with another. Not that you could, by meeting me in the flesh, since all you must do is think of beauty itself. But a sketch, a painting, even a photo cannot capture that in full. So, I'd forgive you, just this once, for mistaking me for someone else."

Quinn Morgan has posed:
"I would never forget your face. But it was old. You don't appear old." Her words are simple and direct, as she chews the inside of her bottom lip, clearly contemplating the meaning of the juxtaposition.

From seemingly nowhere, a black and white pied crow flutters down and lands on the girl's shoulder. He bounces twice, settling himself, and begins preening beneath a wing.

"The predator often takes the form of beauty," she states flatly. "What are you?"

Subtlety is not Quinn's strong point.

Black Queen has posed:
With a little bit of a sigh, a breath out, "I am not old, child. I am young, and beautiful. Do you not have eyes to see?" She questions with a smirk on her face, as she sits there, "Gorgeous infact, smart... fashionable." She looks at her nails a moment, paying them more mind than Quinn for the moment.

The bird is ignored, but the comment isn't, "There is a plant in Australia that tricks bees into it by being as beautiful as the sun. Then it closes in around them, smelling inside of nectar, the bee is busy working. By the time the plant is closed, there is nothing the bee can do, the insides are slick and it tires itself out flying till... it falls, right into acids and dissolves." She finishes her exposition on biology and looks up from her nails.

"What am I? I am me, unique, one of a kind. Foolish questions get foolish answers."

Quinn Morgan has posed:
"Then your beauty is only physical. And your insides toxic." The answer seems to have satisfied the black and white figure's curiosity. And without further consideration, Quinn turns, disappearing behind a pair of women walking on the path, and failing to re-emerge on the other side. With all the haste of the meandering and drifting lost soul, she's on to the next curiosity on her list.

Black Queen has posed:
"Why..." Selene is about to finish, and does anyhow, "Thank you." She comments slowly and looks after the location where Quinn goes. With that she stands up from the bench, and leaves the pair of women alone at least. She hmmms, and steps backwards flittering away into a cloud of shadows before she herself disappears.