13690/A visit to the Art... Complex

A visit to the Art... Complex
Date of Scene:	30 December 2022
Location:	The Thrones Art Complex
Synopsis:	A not so friendly meeting.. But at least she appreciated the art for a moment, so it can't be that bad,
Cast of Characters:	Franklin Richards, Jubilation Lee

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Franklin Richards has posed:
It is a semi-busy night at the Art display room. There were at least fifteen people which at these kind of things was a few. The art on the walls was displayed proudly the name below them Akn Friln.. A simple anagram for Franklin as it was his art. All of it is of different things in New York expressed through dots, all the dots make a compete painting, and here they were in the back of the simple room with just the double entrance to outside and strangly little security.

Most people were not known, though there might be a couple of art names it was rather low on the list of actual art world people. Of course in the back in a simple blue, and black suit was Franklin. He seemed to be talking with people as they passed, but tries not to hold conversation too long rather being alone while they judged.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    The quiet, austere atmosphere that has been going on strong all evening finally comes to an abrupt halt. People start to act... distracted. Uneasy. Uncomfortable. Perhaps the art just isn't as compelling as it was moments ago? Or maybe...

    ...Jubilation Lee steps in from the darkness and shadow of the city. It seems that she has already checked her coat, as there's no way someone would walk through the streets dressed as she is on such a cold night. She must have left and come back in? Or... did she just not wear one tonight? Jubilation is dressed like she didn't know she was walking into an art gallery this evening. Her hair is pulled up into a lavish up-do with curled ringlets and a high ponytail. Her lips are painted with a deep purple gloss, bordering on an iridescent black. She wears a black mini-dress with a lace-up corset midsection and ruffled shoulders. Pale white legs disappear into a pair of loosely tied black boots. Dark Ray-Ban sunglasses hide her eyes.

    "What the...?" she mutters, stopping just a few steps in. Jubilee reaches up and pulls her sunglasses down her nose a little and looks around. Instead of the abandoned warehouse she was expecting... it's...

    "An art gallery?" she mutters. Jubes pushes her sunglasses back into position and folds both arms across her chest. "Unbelievable. I'm going to /kill them/...!"

    A few patrons turn.

    "Not you," Jubilee loudly replies in an annoyed tone.

    But, there's a familiar face. Squinting, Jubilation approaches Franklin Richards and reaches up to make herself known with a shoulder taptaptap. Instead of the perky sunshine-in-a-bottle girl he might remember from his visits to Xavier's, it's someone else entirely. On one hand, there's some darkness there. Something outside the natural order of things. But, on the other hand... It's Jubes! She tilts her head down and looks up at Franklin from behind her sunglasses. "You get fooled into coming in here, too?" she wonders.

Franklin Richards has posed:
A bit older Franklin turns to face his tapper as he can just feel it. The change of attitude, the feel of shock, and intrest, maybe a little bit of Jealousy. He smirks to himself as he looks to see who it is, and is quiet listening carefully before he responds. "You might find that a bit more difficult then its worth." answering her previously threating to kill them. Though keeps his eyes on her though of course doesn't do anything. "Ah.. It took me a minute. Yes I remember the face though only in passing I am sorry"

He glances around at the art then back his face still holding that grin, "They aint that bad.. I think whoever did this put a good deal of work in them.". Though his tone was a bit serious it wasn't angy. Finally as he looks at her he just sighs.. "Okay, everyone out.. Time to go." he snaps his fingers.

The people around them all of a sudden remember something, an oven they left on, a car double parked, random things that they needed to go adress right now. Of course not Jubilee, but all the guests are already starting to shuffle out. "You want to explain why you are at.. This art exhibit."

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Dark sunglasses hide the eye roll. Jubilee holds a 'very funny, mister!' expression, though. "...It was just an expression..." she explains. She wasn't going to hurt anyone at the art gallery. But, those courtiers who told her about the party in the abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn? The warehouse that's not-at-all abandoned anymore? The warehouse that's now an art gallery? They should worry. Franklin's comment about the quote-unquote art not being too bad forces Jubilee to walk towards one of the walls where paintings hang from wire fasteners. Her walk is unusual. Unsettling. Her legs move. Left, right, left, right, but her body doesn't bob up and down like one normally does. Instead, Jubilation seems to just glide across the room... even though she absolutely, positively, walked over there.

    "I dunno. Who's this 'Akn Friln' with all of these?" Jubilation wonders, glancing over her shoulder at Franklin. She lazily gestures with her hand towards a couple of the paintings. "I mean, 'Jubilation Lee' isn't the best name -- third best, maybe -- but it's not as bad as Akn Friln...." She's focusing on the wrong part of the art.

    When it becomes obvious that Franklin's memory of her isn't that strong, Jubes shifts her weight over one hip and slowly nods her head up-and-down. "Oh, I get it. You don't remember me. 'Course, I looked a little different, I guess. Kinda pale these nights. Plus I got my braces off," she explains. Jubilation never had braces, but it does give her an excuse to open her mouth a little wider and expose her teeth. Four razor sharp fangs have replaced her canines -- two on top, two on bottom. She gently presses the tip of her index finger against the point of one of them and then closes her mouth.

    Jubilee was almost so busy wrapped up in her own theatrics that she nearly missed Franklin's! She stands there, arms crossed over her chest, watching as the room clears out, leaving just the two of them. "...Okay, like, you wanna explain why /you're/ at this art exhibit? I mean, is this your club house? Are you the /mayor/ of the art?" she teases, grinning a little. The guy snapped his fingers and everyone left. The Mayor of Art. And, yes, she totally dodged the question.

Franklin Richards has posed:
Franklin just smiles, and gives a little chuckle as he looks down at her shaking his head listening to her talk about names, and miss the detail of the very picture wwithin her reach. He doesn't comment yet just listen. He decides to let her talk. She was wrong and right he didn't remember much about her, though that was because he was very busy wwith his time there just never ran into her much in the big house just wasn't enough points to put together a personality.

She is done, and everyone is out before he speaks again, and he just sighs looking down a bit, but then back up. "Look you got me.. I was in a hurry this is mine. I can't show it to anyone in the house because they have seen it." he turns and looks at the one you were talking about earlier. "This is on our table in the baxter building." and shrugs a bit. but stops talking for a moment to think about the next thing.

"I know what you are, or at least what it looks like you are, but you get curses are just magic. Biology that can be turned off and on, or cloned and produced." he gives a weaker smile as he tries to explain his view on what the fangs represent. "After mutants where do you go?"

Finally to answer your question.. He turns wwith a smile. "I have much more power, and control then when I was a child. Even the limiters can not stop my Telepathy. It is just a form of the cosmic around us." he holds up his hand and there is a plasma energy ball of Cosmic. "I would think as a creature of the night, you would understand consciousness does not equal to just your mind."

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    A smile smile forms on Jubilee's face as Franklin confesses his secret art. She turns to look at the painting again, now with a new context and perhaps even appreciation for it. She doesn't remove the sunglasses, though. "Wow," is what she says at first. "I didn't know you did this stuff. 'Course, I didn't really know you at all. I mean, famous family and all that, but, like, not /you/-you." Jubilation looks like she might even expand upon that thought, add to it, embellish a little, but then... well, Franklin keeps talking.

    What you are. Curses. Just magic. Biology. Creature of the night.

    Jubilation stares in silence, one hand on her hip at this point. She just stares. Stares. STARES. "Oh, okay, so, you're one of /those/..." she announces. Perhaps it's a misunderstanding, perhaps not, but Jubilation is none-too-pleased. "Oh, please, let the wonders of modern science cure me..." she says, rolling her eyes a little. "Well, Mister Mayor, I'm guessing you didn't spend too much time checking out the classes and lectures and stuff when you were up at the mansion." She glide-walks back towards Franklin and stops, feeling absolutely no discomfort about being all up in his personal space. Franklin Richards, with phrases like 'what you are' and 'creature of the night' and 'curses' offered so casually, is about to get a piece of Jubilee's mind.

    She glares up at Franklin from behind those dark sunglasses. "What I /am/ is leaving. And you're lucky I am, Mister Mayor. You're lucky I am," she warns. With that, Jubilation turns and glide-walks for the exit. No coat. No scarf. Just her and the cold.

    "Good luck with your doodles," are her parting words before she disappears into the night!