9601/Sam meets Allegra

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Sam meets Allegra
Date of Scene: 15 October 2019
Location: Bushwick (Mutant Town), Brooklyn
Synopsis: Music is made, and plans are planned.
Cast of Characters: Cannonball, Prismatic, Nightingale, Samuel Morgan, Rage




Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie is pulling up to a parking lot near club Evolution. He has an old WW2 era motorcycle that has been refurbished and has a sidecar. Sam removes a his helmet, and props a pair of goggles up on his forehead as he secures the bike.

Prismatic has posed:
    "Alexis Carr" was just walking by the club, her hands in her pockets, hair stuffed up into her beanie, violin case tucked under one arm as she walked briskly along. She turns her head, pausing a moment to observe Guthrie's ride, mid-step. Her head cants to one side, looking over the bike as she gives a small smile.

    "A fine vintage piece." she compliments to the driver.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and offers a smile "Thanks, you want to have a look at her feel free. Friend found her in pretty rough condition a barn find but a summer of hard work and dedication and she turned out nice." He will rub his hand on the side of his pants before offering it "Sam Guthrie."

Prismatic has posed:
    "How fortunate. They don't make them like they used to -- must be a devil to find parts for repairs." she gives a small smile. She stands very straight, not a bit of slouch to her.

    "Alexis Carr." she introduces herself, returning the handshake firmly to the gentleman, changing her violin case to her left hand to shake.

    "I apologize for delaying you, but it's not every day I see so fine a piece." she gives a slight smile.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie offers a smile and says "Oh no worries, Ah just make sure they are doing things right in the club, and most of the time, they have it al ready before Ah get there. Yea, had to have a friend machine some of the parts that were a bit harder to find was cheaper than trying to get originals." He admits. The young man has a strong southern accent.

Prismatic has posed:
    Meanwhile, the young lady sounds like she's trying to hide a British accent. Hers is slightly middled.

    "Club?" she questions, peering over her shoulder, and her eyebrows draw up as her lips purse.

    "Oh, are you the owner of the establishment?" she questions, "Must be difficult work, working in this section of the city."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles a bit and says "Manager, but yea Ah run it, and is not to bad. We have had a few issues, but we help those around here, and even have been able to get a few local acts a bit more publicity. Took a bit but Ah think most of the folks now think of us as part of the community, and besides everyone needs a bit of music and relaxation some time.

Prismatic has posed:
    Giving a smile, Alexis gives a small nod. "I can certainly empithize with bringing music to the community. I was just on my way to the Theatre District to see if I could could make someone's night with showtunes. And maybe some tips." she admits, lowering her hand and holding the handle of her violin case with both hands. "Though... I imagine most of the musi within is... more poppy than what I'm familiar with."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "Probably but we do open mic nights to allow for all the locals who have a hankering for music to play, and we have had some folks play your fancy fiddle in there a few times." He grins a bit and says "Ah know violin, it actually is an amazing instrument to have such a vast array of music played on it.

Prismatic has posed:
    "I would be careful calling it a fiddle -- I hear an odd fellow may appear and challenge me for a golden fiddle against my soul, and I'm afraid I've very little left but it." she playfully states. "And fiddling is a very curious skill that I've not had the chance to master. Very different skillset, from what I hear." she replies, and gives a nod. "Well, Mr. Guthrie, I shan't keep you longer than is proper. I imagine your employees may begin to worry."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods a bit and says "If your interested in learning to fiddle, Ah actually know someone who could help you out with it." He will tell her. They won't worry to much about me, but if you need to head Ah understand, but would like to hear you play sometime. Is there a place in the theater district you play the most?

Prismatic has posed:
    "Ah... depends on where others are playing, I suppose. I also take public engagements at the shelter supported by St. Margaret's." she gives a smile "And no, its actually no rush to go out, I just... dont' mean to keep you from your work."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "Care to see the club? Maybe you can play a bit let me hear it before you head out and before the club opens?" He will offer a smile seeming honestly friendly.

Prismatic has posed:
    Al lets her eyebrows rise up a moment, and she gives a nod. "All right, I suppose it couldn't hurt to take a look." she agrees, and motions for Sam to lead the way.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will walk on over the doorman opening the door for them, and he smiles at the guy "Thanks Leo." Leo is actually an obvious mutant with some lionistic features. Sam gives the man a fist bump and the two seem on good terms.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie leads Allegra into the club a bit before opening the staff are putting the finishing touches on things here and there.

Prismatic has posed:
    Allegra -- going by Alexis Carr, walks in behind Samuel Guthrie as he leads the way into the club. The converted warehouse is somewhat of a novelty -- she typically plays much, much smaller... and less hip... venues, and she lets her eyebrows draw upwards along the ironwork and the mural. Some of the faces she recognizes. Most she doesn't. She stands, her dark hair stuffed haphazardly into her beanie, wearing her oversized sweat shirt and ripped jeans, holding her violin case as she looks up, a somber look crossing her expression as she gives a slight shake of her head, and turns to follow Sam further in.

    "This place is certainly sizable. How many do you handle in a typical evening?"

Nightingale has posed:
     The stage in the club was mostly empty for the moment, but for one lone figure in a pair of dark blue jeans, a cream tunic sweater with long sleeves and a cable knit pattern, and new knee-length brown boots that looked soft and comfortable. Her hair is pale gold, long and loose, and her eyes are a delicate shade of aquamarine. But that is not the most striking physical feature about her. Sprouting from her back are a pair of long, sweeping white wings, reminiscent of paintings of classical angels. She seemed to be taking advantage of the quiet, her fingers dancing over the keyboard as she plays a sweet, lilting tune, her voice soft, yet somehow strong and clear, a silky alto.

"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world...."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Up above, way above, a single figure crouches on the gantries. No wings on him, no obvious deviations to the humanoid silhouette that is the norm everywhere but here. Here, it might even stand out. Tools are out, and there's the faint whiff of soldering, before one of the lights that had so far been dark flashes into sudden life. It strobes, changes color, changes intensity, tracks left and right, goes through all its motions before Bean, all alone up there and seemingly entirely comfortable, closes the back of the light armature, gathers his tools and gives the thumbs up signal to the DJ. And then he stays where is is, watching Shannon with a smile.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie gives her two numbers the lower for week nights, the higher for premium nights "We do pretty good, and try to give back to the community. It is a nice place, and have had all kinds of music here. He hmms, and says "Ah swear Ah should record her and play it over the monitors during open hours sometime, Ah can't get her to do that during normal hours, maybe if Ah point out she sung in front of millions of people recently. Hmmm

Prismatic has posed:
    The singer catches the violinist's attention, commanding it as her eyebrows draw up, her lips pursing at the clear alto. She watches the winged girl play and sing, and she turns to Samuel "That... is almost a sin." she whispers, and makes her way to the stage, drawing closer, picking her way through the floor as she plays and sings.

Nightingale has posed:
     For the moment, the winged girl is lost in the music, not really taking note of anybody coming in. She doesn't hear or notice Bean, or Sam, or Allegra as they draw near the stage, and it seems that the club staff are giving her a bit of space as well. It was as if she might spook, if she thought she had much of an audience. But no, the song does continue; Louis Armstrong, she is not, but her voice thrums with feeling as she sings, notes of hope filling the air.

"The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world...."

     The last notes fade into nothingness, a soft, harp-like arpeggio ending the song with a sweet, peaceful sort of feeling.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There is, unsurprisingly, applause. Surprisingly, it comes from well above ground level, as Bean walks along the gantry back towards the access ladder, taking the opportunity to announce his appreciation of the song. Of course he'd been watching and listening. What else would he be doing? Fixing electronics? Pfft.

    Entirely apropos of nothing, all electronics now appear to be fixed.

    He slides down the ladder, to the backstage balcony and from there hops over the railing to return to ground level, wiping his hands on new black T-shirt, the one with 'This Side Towards Enemy' stenciled on the front.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles and does walk a bit with Allegrea, and says "Maybe you can try talking to her, Ah think she puts me telling her she is good, cause I consider her a sister. Maybe the point of view from someone she aint met might help

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis makes her way to the stage, turning back over to Sam with a wry smile as she listens to the music from the piano fades, and she speaks in a hushed tone:

    "Rarely have I heard a silver bell ring so sweet accross such an absent landscape" she begins, drawing closer and slipping her hands, hoding her violin behind her back. She stands straight, as if at attention.

    "Might I have your name, miss?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Merde. She was busted again. It didn't matter that she'd lent her voice to the memorial proceedings the previous day in Metropolis. The moment she thought she has much of an audience focused on her, she is up on her feet like a flash, and backing away from the keyboard. Her face has gone flame red, and her wings begin to furl themselves around in front of her.

     "Shannon Lance, miss. What's your name?" She ducks her head, tucking a wisp of pale gold away behind her left ear, her lips curling upwards into a smile. "Didn't mean to interrupt anything. Sam's nice enough to let me play sometimes, test the sound systems that way before opening."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There are shadows. Bean beings to lurk in them. Sure, he'll help out when Sam asks, but once the crowd starts to arrive he plans on being gone. Socialising with loud noises and flashing lights? That's a hilariously bad idea. Still, he'll wait and see, considering someone unknown is approaching Shannon. And playfully, he activates one of the overhead lights to give Nightingale a nice backlit halo.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over to the area he last saw Sam, and smirks. He is pretty sure who the light is from. He looks to Shannon "See, told you, you should play some night on open mic, you got to get over this you have sung in front of people.

Prismatic has posed:
    "Miss Lance. My name is Alexis Carr." Allegra gives a smile, introducing herself plainly, and she purses her lips a moment as the light comes on and showers Shannon in heavenly glow, and it's all that she can do to not laugh at the poor, embarrassed girl.

    "I'm more sorry to interrupt you; Mr. Guthrie says he has offered to have you sing during the open hours."

    She gives a tilt of her head towards the more loungey area. "I'm sure they could use a few jazz standards to counter the electronics of the modern era."

    And she raises a hand, motioning to the stage, and looking to Shannon and Guthrie.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly, ducking her head and... actually sitting back down at the keyboard. "Pleasure to meet you, miss Carr." She smiles and lets out a short, quick laugh. "He can try. But it won't happen. Yesterday at the memorial was extenuating circumstances."

She briefly runs through a few chords on the piano, a few scales to keep her fingers limber, and then something perhaps familiar to some might be heard; it's an old standard jazz tune, a piece in a minor key that betokens the long, long nights of summer. Her voice has gone husky and even a bit sultry for the piece; it seems well-suited to her range.

"Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good-lookin'
So, hush lil' baby, don't you cry..."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    More lights join now, the color fading from the bright white into a far more mellow, almost candle yellow, with the other lights sliding into the blue. It's jazz after all. Bean stays out of the way, grinning back to Sam, hands clasped behind his back. It's Shannon's turn to shine, he's just providing appropriate lighting.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Ah swear Ah am gonna have to lock her on stage or something till she plays and not let her off till then. " He looks to Allegra and says "Can sing in front of Millions of people and this." He makes sure Shannon hears the millions "Ah even made sure to send her parents a recording of it.'"

Prismatic has posed:
    Shannon chooses to keep performing, and Allegra stays on the floor, her hand back behind her, both holding the handle of her violin case as she listens to the music, her foot tapping along with the beat. She keeps her thoughts private, though her eyes are watching every movement, every muscle twitch of a finger, every press of a pedal.

    "Mr. Guthrie, although I can appreciate and indeed echo the sentiment, when a lady is performing you should be paying attention." she says, leaning over to him and adding, "It's only polite."

Nightingale has posed:
     The look that Shannon pins Sam with is a mix of horror and 'you are so dead later'. "You... WHAT?! Samuel Guthrie, you are in such DEEP scheisse!!!!" Her hands come crashing down on the keyboard, a jangle of discordant notes disturbing the mood in spectacular fashion. "All I had to offer at the funeral of Superman was my voice. I'm not a grand star like Andrea or anyone else. And never will be. They have more talent in their little fingernail than I have in my whole body."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "And still it was your voice people heard." Bean mentions, slowly walking out of the shadows, turning the lights off one by one, until only the halo remains. "Die Stimme eines Engels, I've told you that before. Would you do me a favor? I think I know how to help, but you'll need to stay by your keyboard for a while. Do you trust me?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Sorry, about that habit of trying to get the best for family, even if they are stubborn. If you would like to play something either for us alone or join in Shannon, Ah am sure we would all like to hear your fancy fiddle." he teases again about the instrument playfully.

Prismatic has posed:
    "Miss Lance," Alexis states, and she straightens up a moment.

    "I can tell you for a fact that you are selling yourself far too short."

    Her accent breaks, and it's clear that she has been trying very hard not to sound severe and terribly British.

    And she purposefully storms the stage.

    "In warning, in the last two years I have mastered the works of Mozart to Joel, and roughly three hundred popular /Disney/ songs to the appeasement of small children everywhere from the streets of Agusta to Boston to Boise to New York, encountered and performed with countless naievette and expert and 'expert'" -- she finger quotes here, setting down her violin case "singers and rarely -- if ever -- have I encountered /un belle/ that both rang and shrank."

    Music pun. Both a bell (ring ring!) and a beauty. Double sided compliments.

Rage has posed:
Making her way into the club after getting ahead of the line is Andrea Jackson. Celebrity VIP and world recognized popstarlet has it's advantages sometimes. She's dressed in a pair of smoking designer jeans that cling to her body like saran wrap, a sparkly shirt in the shape of a butterfly that wraps about her body and shows off too much skin, and her hair and make up on /point/.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon almost instantly regrets her outrage, a tear springing to her eye. She nods to Bean, but chews her lower lip. "Just a sec?" She hops off of the stage and goes right over to Sam, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him fiercely. "I'm sorry..."

The tirade from Alexis brings her up short, leaving her really caught between a rock and a hard place now. And not only that, but Andrea happened to come in at -just- that moment. Oh, my.

She glances back up at the stage, chewing her lower lip for a moment. "Belle... ha." The reference was not lost on her, at least. "What will you be playing, then?" Maybe time for a change of subject? If this one is let go, that is....

Prismatic has posed:
    "... well that went rather differently in my head, to be honest... a lot less 'strict school mistress'... mmph. Too much of my grandmother I suppo--" Alexis begins, and she pauses a moment, seein Andrea walk in wearing all those designer duds, and she pauses, and she looks down. Ripped up, unfashionable, hand-repaired jeans. Overlarge sweatshirt. Hair stuffed into her beanie, and she gives abreath out, smooths down her shirtsleeves, and gives a slight smile.

    "I'm afraid that, since it's nearly time for Mr. Guthrie's establishment to open for general use, I shall take my leave. Another night, perhaps, Miss Lance. I'll have to look up some Edda, perhaps some Eartha Kitt. Always did like 'Wanna be Evil'." she gives a wry smile, and makes her exit off the stage, feeling somewhat embarrassed by her own outburst as her face begins to turn red -- and she pulls the hood over her face to hide how red she gets from embarrassment.

    ... also she was horribly tempted to play 'Let It Go'. Terrible timing.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will hugs Shannon and says "It is ok, Ah aint upset at you, and ah would do it again." He teases her, offering Allegra one of his cards as she takes her leave so she can contact them if she wishes to. He looks over and offers Andrea a wave in greeting.

Rage has posed:
Lifting her hand in return to wave, Andrea ambles over to the group, giving a long stretch of her body. There is multiple scars along her stomach now that stand out against her tanned body. "Hey guys." She says as she gives them a grin. "We banging tonight? I'm ready to hit the dance floor and cut loose and groove." She says in a happy rumble in her throat.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    As it's so close to opening time, Bean starts to wrap up, gathering tools and making sure everything is back the way he found it. Better, in fact, because now things are no longer broken, but that was the whole point of his coming here. Unless, of course, Sam had intended him to 'accidentally' end up mixing with the crowd, which might still happen. But he does walk over to Cannonball and give him a respectful nod, as from a junior employee to an employer, rather than a subordinate to a superior officer. "All fixed, Mister Guthrie..." Yes, he's back to being semi-formal, out in the open and all that. "... If there's anything else you need, just let me know. I... may have some place I need to be, soon."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods a bit, and smiles to Sam. "I know you would... just don't think my voice is good enough for anything solo. But that reminds me... I need to get in touch with my folks, find a good lawyer." She waves to Andra and smiles a bit. "Hey there. Holy wow... you look good in that!" She looks over at Bean, and offers a bit of a wry smile. "Yeah, I should probably consider going back soon here, too..."

Rage has posed:
"Thanks! I figured if I was going to go out, I'd /really/ go out. I just feel the need to sweat and let it out. I'm tired of being cramped up in the school all day." Andrea says as she saunters like a wolf over towards them, oozing confidence. "So, what you guys up to? I thought I heard you singing from outside. Your voice was carrying through the acoustics."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit and says "I know a good lawyer, but why do you need a lawyer?" He looks over to Andrea, "Met a street musican, was trying to get her to maybe come by on open mic night, figured if she was any good, maybe playing a bit here might help her out some. Seemed a bit more classical music but never know with folks come in here." He looks to Sam and says "Thinking about putting in some holographic stuff but wanting to keep it to stuff the public has access to, think you could set it up?

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Shannon gets a wink when she mentions her voice not being good enough for solo. "Don't make me come up on stage with you and do backing vocals, because I will. And it'll sound absolutely dreadful." Then again, has anyone ever heard Bean sing? Hmm. He looks up at the rafters, along the length of the stage and considers the project. "There's holograms and there's holograms. Short answer is yes, probably. Long answer is the same, but with technical stuff thrown in and a lot of temporizing about how long it's going to take. It's not something I can design and fit in a weekend."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon bites her lower lip, and now that it's out there, she has to admit this, too. "Well... seems that because of yesterday, I'm probably being tapped as a backup vocalist for an upcoming project of Andrea's. Seems pretty smart to get a lawyer's help just to CYA, you know?"

Speaking of the devil, she chuckles a little, and shakes her head at the other girl. "I have no idea what you're talking about. There was no singing in here. Nope." Cough, cough. BS much, anyone?

She cracks a bit of a smile over at Bean, and shrugs. "You can still carry a tune better than I can, and you know it."

Rage has posed:
"Yup, I suggested she has a lawyer take a peek at the paperwork before she signs it to ensure she will be happy with the demands my team will make and that she will be properly compensated. It's a single track for my new album, but I just want to make sure she is comfortable." Andrea says as she gives another long stretch.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Matt Murdock, he is in hells kitchen but maybe opening an office here in Bushwisk. Berto and I went to talk to him, and his firm will be handling X-corp's legal things. He is more a criminal lawyer, but Ah am sure if he can't look at it, he will direct you to a good one. Oh and look at it might be a bad term, he is blind."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "I get this feeling this Murdock is about to get a lot of customers." Bean mentions idly, still mentally sizing up the club for the hologram installation.

Rage has posed:
"It's really not that big of a deal. Just even a pro-bono lawyer to look at the contract that says she'll do backing vocals for one track, and get paid for this many hours. This is hardly signing a multi-million dollar multi-album kinda situation. This is a one page document stating how much my label will be willing to cut a check for some vocals." Andrea says with an amused noise in her throat. "Let's not get too carried away with this."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon squirms a little bit, a little surprised at how big a deal is being made of this. "Well... okay maybe it's just the one track, but Andrea's right about one thing. It can't hurt to cover my backside a little bit."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit to this and says "Murdock seems a good fellow, and seems to want to help people, plus he and she hulk are like the only two lawyers Ah know." He smiles a bit at that.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Bean wanders away, mind elsewhere. Partly on the technical question of the installation, partly on a few messages that have appeared on his phone. Hmm.

Rage has posed:
Nodding her head, Andrea says. "I'm gonna snag a table in the VIP and stash my stuff. I'll head back down once the music starts up. Catch ya later." She says as she heads off, lifting a hand to wave.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon gingerly taps Bean's shoulder and pulls him in for a hug next, the tap hopefully all the warning she'd need to give. "I don't know what you were going to do on the stage there... but maybe sometime? Thank you... it means a lot that you wanted to help."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There is only a surprised little 'Hmm?' before Bean comes back to the present and happily hugs Shannon. "Next time you worry about a crowd when you're on stage, I'll do my lighting trick for you. Anything to help you share your voice with other people."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles a bit and says "If your going to be on the record you should sing some here, let your brother get the scoop on new talent." He teases and "Also pretty sure your parents probably already recorded your singing and if they didn't and I did not send them a copy would be very upset with me.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods and pulls Cannonball into a massive bear hug as well. "Okay, okay... but we both know Andrea's the real heavy talent around here. She's a thousand times better than I will ever be." She smiles at them both. "You know, I'm incredibly lucky to have a great best friend, and a fantastic adopted brother. But we've -got- to do something about the names, 'cause if I call for one of you I'm gonna get both!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie chuckles and says "And is getting both of us bad?" He will lead the two out to a quieter spot as folks start coming in.