8124/Moon & Moon

Moon & Moon
Date of Scene:	04 October 2021
Location:	Pinnacle - Urban Park
Synopsis:	Steven Grant and Lasariel meet after she needs a moment to breathe. Conversation is had and information is exchanged. It has absolutely nothing to do with the Moon. Right?
Cast of Characters:	Marc Spector, Asariel

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Marc Spector has posed:
The barest sliver of white hangs in the sky over the hidden gem that is Pinnacle. Company is usually sparse this late in the evening along the widing paths and trails of the park but that doesn't stop the occasional loner or pair from having a quiet evening out among one of the few true scenes of nature (if carefully fabricated) in the busy city.

One of those lone figures stands in an open clearing off the walking path. He wears a long brown overcoat, bespoke to his athletic frame and the blazer and slacks underneath are a misty grey, just this side of white. His shirt is an onxy black with the top two buttons undone leaving no need for a tie. His shoes are comfortable and polished black loafers. He stands, hands in his pockets, in the clearing staring up at the sliver of the moon with an almost whistful expression on his face.

Asariel has posed:
Not a lot of people come out here late at night and that is perfect given that the woman that had made her way up here was seeking a bit of solace. Or at least fewer people than had been at the charity gathering she had been at. Lasariel is a striking presence, but also not trying to interrupt anyone that is already out here. She's dressed like she just left a party as her heels are dangling from nimble fingers.

The door shuts quietly behind her as she realizes that there is one solitary figure out here tonight and they are looking up at the moon. She did that a lot. Her feet touch the grass gently as she moves to find herself a place to settle her shoes. The dress that she wears sets off her complexion, which is an alabaster hue, the moonlight seems to make her glow, but it's problem just a trick of the light and makeup.

Marc Spector has posed:
The woman's silence was probably not enough to set off the man's notice, but something surely did since he turned and regarded her calmly. It's hard not to stare with the trick of the light playing over her and he shakes himself before it comes off as too intense. "Seems like I'm not the only one looking for a bit of peace tonight" he muses softly to the newcomer. His voice is a calm baritone in timbre, neither too high or too low to stand out but resonant enough to carry, especially given the lack of others in the park.

Asariel has posed:
Las' brillant gaze was looking up at the sky when she heard the voice and the timbre of it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up for just a few seconds. Though she calms when she looks over to the man. She gives a soft, but warm smile to him, "I hope I'm not intruding, I just needed some fresh air and a bit of a break from a party." she admits as she watches him. "I would have brought coffee had I known there was someone else up here." she grins at that.

"This is my favorite time to sneak up here. There's not a lot of outside noises and you can just breathe." she tells him as she reaches up to brush the fall of hair back over her shoulder. "Were you escaping the same party I wise or another?" she asks as she gives him a look over.

Marc Spector has posed:
The man smiles. "Charity galas get pretty boring after the first hour of handshakes and nodding at the same conversations you had last week" he says, turning to face her fully. "And you're not intruding at all. Not everyday I get to talk to someone when I make my occasional forays here." He moves a bit closer, but still well outside of her personal space and removes one of his hands from his coat pockets before presenting it to her. "I'm Steven Grant, CEO of Spectorcorp." He smirks wryly. "Though to be honest, the board does most of the work. I'm just the man who started the enterprise so they keep me around so they don't have to go to all the charity galas themselves."

Asariel has posed:
"No truer words have ever been spoken. I do a lot of charity events and things of that nature. I like behind the scenes work most of the time...but that's because my 'people' meter goes down after a while." Las admits to that. When he moves closer to her there is a touch of apprehension, probably nothing personal but her spine straightens and she looks up to him. She has a flicker of recognition at the name and there is a smile to him.

Then she reaches out to take the offered hand, "It is nice to meet you, Mister Grant. I'm Doctor Lasariel Weiss. Painter and art historian." she offers to him. She's also an occult expert for those who know that sort of stuff. "The good thing is this is not a gala, so no one is expecting much of us at the moment." she offers to him.

Marc Spector has posed:
Steven shakes the woman's hand with casual kindness. "And you as well, Doctor Weiss." He smiles and glances around. "Thankfully it is not, and we can be ourselves instead of who we are supposed to be for the sake of appearances." He gestures to a bench not far from their location. "Care to sit?" He adds quickly. "Unless you'd rather I leave you be. I would understand since you said your 'people' meter is low from the event."

Asariel has posed:
Las gives a smile to him, "It is rare that we get to be ourselves I am guessing." she states with a bit of a knowing look in her eyes. "And I would love to have a seat. My feet would also like it if I had a seat." she chuckles to that. "I think that my people meter is recovering just fine for the moment and the company is nice up here." she admits to that. Then she's carefully stepping towards the bench, carefully to not step on the hem of her dress she's wearing. "On the topic of parties and galas, there are a lot this month." she muses to him as she settles onto the bench, looking relieved to be off her feet.

Marc Spector has posed:
Steven moves along with her and settles down next to he on the bench. He looks her over for a moment and nods casually. "Sometimes I don't even know who I am under the maks of CEO of Spectercorp." He shrugs. "But that is the burden that comes with wealth." He leans back against the bench and continues. "Between the start of the fiscal year and the fact that this is the time that most of the socialites like to kick off their holiday celebrations, yeah" he says with a sigh. "It comes and goes but October is a heavy month most times. October and Decemeber." He glances out at the lights of the city skyline visible through a break in the trees. "It's not all bad though. Sometimes you find a hidden gift in them." He's not trying to hide the light flirt directed at his companion in his meaning.

Asariel has posed:
Las felt a bit more at ease for some reason, maybe it was due to the height difference. There was no looming. "Spectorcorp does sound like something that might get mistaken for a ghost hunting team these days." she smiles gently at the small joke. "My...social skills are a little rusty sometimes. More so in smaller groups." she sighs at her joke. "October is always a big month. There is the Wayne birthday party coming up, Firemen's charity gala and other important things. So I'm sure I'll see you at some of those." she admits.

"December can make people a little morose depending on situations, but we can make the best of it for others." she smiles softly to that. Though the talk of hidden gifts causes her brilliant gaze to flit to his, "What do you like to do when you aren't at galas and things, Mister Grant?" she asks him.

Marc Spector has posed:
"Please, call me Steven" Grant replies with a smile. "That is a good question" he replies. "I like to travel. But I also find myself fond of the arts which is why the presence of an acclaimed painter and art historian this night is so fortuitous, in my opinion." He gave her another bright smile. "I think it's because of my background. Design and art have many things in common" he adds, his expression growing wistful for a moment, "from the static lines to the integration of form and fuction into a balanced cohesive structure." He comes out of his reverie and returns the question to her. "And you, Doctor? When you're not painting or attending events, what do you find yourself doing?"

Asariel has posed:
"I think I can do that." Las smiles at him as she rests her chin in her hands and looks to him. "That they do. They seem to go hand in hand really." she states as she watches him. "I am also happy to give pointers when it comes to art or sculptures. I have to make sure that things are balanced with that." she admits. "And you can call me Lasariel...or Las if that is too much of a mouthful." she grins. "I like to travel, though admittedly I've not been on vacation in a few years. Might try to do something for Christmas." she tells him. "I'm sort of a homebody when not scheduled for appearances and all of that." she states.

Steven might see the well built and well dressed man that steps out onto the grounds and gives a look over the rooftop with a somewhat amused gaze. Until he settles his eyes on the white haired woman, then on Steven. Las hasn't seen him since she's looking at the businessman. But he's heading their way with a bit of an apologetic look on his face.

Marc Spector has posed:
If Steven is alarmed by the newcomer he doesn't show it, but he does shift his posture a bit. "I don't want to sound too forward, but perhaps you'd like some company on this theoretical Christmas vacation?" he asks. "I admit, the past few trips have been lackluster, and perhaps it's because I'm needing company. I've found that the sights are all the more amazing when you have another to appreciate them." He gives a nods to the approaching man. "A friend of yours?" he asks in a lower tone of voice.

Asariel has posed:
"If my bodyguard will let me out of the country by myself then I would love company. And friends can go on vacation, right?" Las offers the question to him. "Just need to figure out where one would like to go." she adds. When he nods to the approaching man she straightens expecting a stranger.

"Oh. Yes, or well, he is a friend and an employee. This is Giovanni, my bodyguard. Gio, this is Mister Steven Grant." she introduces the two of them as she starts to rise, smoothing her dress out. "I take it that it is time to be going?" she asks with a bit of a sad look to her guard.

Gio's dark eyes inspect the man seated by his charge and then he inclines his head, "A pleasure. She wandered off without letting me know she was going for air. I figured I'd find her here." he admits. Then he looks to Las and there is a sigh, "Yes, Doctor it is that time. I apologize to interrupt you but you have early meetings tomorrow." he reminds her.

Marc Spector has posed:
Steven rises as Las does. He gives Gio a nod, "Likewise." He then directs his attention the woman once more. "Well, if you get a few moments and would like to catch lunch or some other meal together," he reaches into his coat, slowly enough to make the gesture non-threatening and withdraws his hand with a simple card in it. "Don't hesitate to give me a call." He offers the card to her. On it is his name and a single phone number in simple black typeset. "This is my personal line."

Asariel has posed:
Las gives a nod to Gio, who goes to collect her shoes for her and lets her have a few more moments to herself. "He's a real nice guy." she whispers to Steven as she turns back to him. She reaches out to take his card and there is a little impish look given to it as she does something she doesn't normally do. Magic. One moment it's his card in her hands and then she flips it over her fingers and it turns into a white one with cobalt blue lettering. She hands it over to him, "Yours is in my purse. I promise." she smiles.

"I will text about lunch or dinner together." she tells him with a smile. Then she is turning to head towards Gio before she looks back to him, "Thank you for keeping me company, Steven. I look forward to getting to talk to you again." she smiles softly to that before she lets Gio lead her out.

Marc Spector has posed:
Steven watches the woman leave and then looks over the card. "That is new" he muses to himself as he pockets the woman's card in his coat. "Very new indeed." He smiles and then turns to regard the sliver of the moon once more. "Your doing, or just luck?" he asks. It's not clear who he is speaking to but he nods as if he received an answer all the same.