8561/Good Ole Gotham U
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| Good Ole Gotham U | |
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| Date of Scene: | 05 November 2021 |
| Location: | Gotham University |
| Synopsis: | A protest on campus leads to a close encounter of a Luci kind. |
| Cast of Characters: | Giselle duGevaudan, Lucifer
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- Giselle duGevaudan has posed:
Gotham University, whose esteemed and vaulted halls have ushered the education of some of the city's finest. And worst. Today it sets the scene of a student protest. The Green is filled with men and women of all ages, holding signs vividly depicting bunnies in small cages, rats pierced with hypodermic needles, and hamburgers? A young woman stands on the steps of one of the builders, a megaphone held to her lips and leading a chant against animal testing and cruelty.
Not far from the group leader, also on the steps, and with a paper bag nestled between her feet sits another woman. At present, she holds a salad bowl balanced on her knees, and curiously watches the protestors. Judging by her suede jacket and leather boots, she's likely not a part of the protests. Though, given her otherwise professional attire, she could be a professor. She continues to eat her lunch, undisturbed but the activities surrounding her.
- Lucifer has posed:
The chants are not the only sound on campus, though the protest is (perhaps thankfully?) drowning out some attempted music. The arching, lifting notes of a violin waft across the north end of the campus, echoes finding hard surfaces to flex against, and propel again away from the gothic building forms near the catheral.
The sound presses into the carvings, the gargoyles and stone. It then quivers, pained, and collapses. The tuning is off, and the sound suffers from it.
The violinist, a young male student of perhaps twenty in a red blazer, surrenders his violin over to the older, sleek, tall man in an immpeccable suit, with a sigh of chagrin. They are perhaps a few yards away from where the professor in the suede jacket lunches. "Not to worry; an easy fix," Lucifer's relaxed voice soothes the poor violinist, as he deftly and rather quickly unstrings the violin with a curl and twist of fingers. The student yelps a little at the speed of the move, but recovers as he instead observes Lucifer adjust the strings, pull them back into place, and twist them back down.
Lucifer flips it around, and uses the side of thumb down the strings, making a strange, vibrating low note. The student, so close to it, grins and absently rubs goosepimples off his arm, before accepting the violin back. "I never let anyone handle my instrument," the student says, bashfully confused, but tests the fix made, and the tuning clearly helped - though the student's skill is not incredible regardless of the instrument.
- Giselle duGevaudan has posed:
Giselle continues to eat her salad. Despite its somewhat inoffensive green leaves and bits of veg, grilled chicken strips lay hidden within, causing a nearby protestor to sneer derisively. The professor only smiles and continues with her lunch. "Don't forget to study for the test, Monday." She remarks in somewhat bland, but lightly accented tones.
The music doesn't escape Professor duGevaudan's attention. It takes a moment for her to untangle it from the chanted shouts. Once she does though, she looks about, seeking the source. Gaze eventually finds the nearby pair, watching as the flustered student reclaims his instrument.
- Lucifer has posed:
"Nobody will hear it from me," Lucifer teases the student, who grins a little, getting up, and continuing to play a little. Lucifer doesn't show any particular judgement either way of the somewhat painful performance, simply looks at the student for a moment. He seems to feel Giselle's gaze on them, and his eyes move a little, to give her a private smile. Perhaps as one teacher to another? Or something else? Lucifer can be a bit of a strange read, if only due to his mellow confidence that also has an underbelly of arrogance -- which does fit some sort of teacher very well.
"Has this been going on every day?" Lucifer asks Giselle conversationally, as if they'd been talking for a while already, with a flux of long piano fingers over at the noisy protest display. "Sounds like some throats are getting raw from it, but I applaud the devotion."
- Giselle duGevaudan has posed:
The professor blinks as she finds herself suddenly making eye contact with the man. One of the music teachers? She couldn't be sure. Giselle rarely socialized with the other teachers of her own department, much less those in other disciplines. The dusky-skinned woman gestured to the gathering and shrugged. "I think so, oui. I can't imagine they will continue for more than a few more hours, most faculty and students will be leaving for the evening, soon."
Giselle found herself conversing easily with the man. Similarly answering him, as if just picking up an ongoing conversation. After a moment of contemplation, her eyes squinted pensively. For the moment though, her curiosity turned inward, and not to the other teacher.
- Lucifer has posed:
The violin student thanks Lucifer politely, having to get to class, and heads away with a vague nod from Lucifer. One of the protest signs, lost, blows over to slap against the stairs near their feet, the wooden attached stick to it rattling a little before it flips once more to display its 'devoted' saying: 'Cows are for Mooing, not BBQing!!' the sign reads, with a picture of a sad cow. Someone from the art program put some passion into the artwork at least.
"Oh? I expected more night classes in Gotham," Lucifer comments, switching into French without warning. He's glancing at his watch, and revealing he is not a teacher at the location - at least not regularly. Perhaps more like a guest speaker, based on his attire and manner. The French carries a light british accent, as does his English.
Lucifer doesn't press verbally on Giselle's sudden distance in her eyes, but he does send her a questioning look. It's similar to what a therapist does: a curious look that invites the other person to fill the silence in the conversation with what they are thinking.
- Giselle duGevaudan has posed:
The rattling of the discarded poster pulls Giselle's attention from her inward reflection. Though not nearly as quickly as the stranger's French. With a sudden smile, she responds in her native language. "Oh, there are plenty of evening classes, just not as much as the day, it seems."
The inquisitive silence doesn't invoke a response to the unspoken query, though she does volunteer her name. "I'm Giselle duGevaudan I teach molecular biology here." She gestures absently to the gothic building that houses the science wing and is one of the targets of the current protest. "Your French is excellent." She compliments, still speaking the aforementioned language.
- Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer stays in French; there isn't a quality of it being forced or done to impress. More that he picked up the cues for her native language and switched, maybe even automatically. He may not feel like a man that does things unintentionally, though: so it isn't exactly an accident.
"Nobody can see their clever signs in the dark anyhow," Lucifer says, but does release a snorted laugh at a particularly clever sign in a student's hands that walks by: 'SO IMPORTANT, EVEN THE INTROVERTS SHOWED UP' says the sign. Lucifer enjoys it, but his attention doesn't lack on Giselle's conversation.
"Pleasure to meet you, Professor--- no, Doctor... duGevaudan," Lucifer says, opting into the more polite direction. His eyes flare wide, and his smile flows in, warm and pleasant.
And a little 'much'. Lucifer sometimes can be overly intense, over-much. Like his appearance, that is just a bit too much, that it /feels/ like there must be plastic surgery involved in it. He doesn't stand on the line: his toes hang over it. Just not too far.
"Molecular Biology, hm? Yes, that seems entirely you," Lucifer agrees with an open, playful quality, that takes down the oddness of that weird judgement of someone he just met. His perception can feel a bit like a laser, and jokes and smiles are needed to mute it.
A hand is offered, with a lean across the distance: standard handshake. It's not supernatural, just warm. "Lucifer. I lack the patience to teach classes; more power to you," chuckles the man. "I was interviewing several music students, though none are yet ready for the particular opportunities I offer. Still, I enjoy motivating them to go after their dreams."
- Giselle duGevaudan has posed:
Giselle smiles warmly, obviously at ease. Speaking in her native tongue goes a long way towards that comfortable, companionable feeling. She glances up to read the sign in question and laughs. She nods in agreement at his statement and adds, "yes, and I suppose even Eco-warriors must rest."
"Either will do," She responds as towards her honorific. She catches herself smiling, and her dark-eyed gaze turns pensive once more. This time she studies Lucifer, searching his face for some flaw. A pock mock, some unbalance in the symmetry of his features, anything. She takes the offered hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Lucifer. If you do not teach, then what opportunity is it you offer?" She assumed an orchestra of some sort.
- Lucifer has posed:
"Either? I can count on one hand the number of Doctors I chat with that downplay their achievement," Lucifer says, with a mock aghast quality, as if she were something incredibly unique to his view. He laughs; a deep, comfortable sound, that comes with that continued relaxed quality. He's still speaking in French, and it's natural. That she's warmed partially due to it has not been lost on the observant man, either.
Lucifer's flaw tends to be a subtle thing, like a hidden intensity underneath. A flaw in that there's something unnatural or cloaked - though many find it a tasty mystery. Curiosity can be pleasant: to wonder.
"/Connections/, most generally. Getting those who seek musicians in touch with talent. For the most part I am a producer. Helping friends make new friends. That is, when I'm not running my own venues. I love finding buried diamonds, and creating opportunities. Personal hobby, maybe, you could say. But everyone wins..." Lucifer loves his 'opportunities', his bargains. He omits referencing any price tags on what he does.
With a stretch, though, Lucifer sleekly moves to stand, but not without procuring a card like a magic trick. "Opportunities come in lots of shapes, though, not just music. You never know when you might need something in the city, Doctor-Professor." The title brings a grin from Lucifer.
The card is for a LUX Nightclub in NYC. Producer indeed. "Tis time I were off. Enjoy your evening free of classes." Lucifer switches to English for the last sentence, as if to endcap their chat.
- Giselle duGevaudan has posed:
She resists the tempting swirl of Lucifers conversation. It isn't the urbane charm that has her hesitating. It's that promise of something more, something, other. She gives her head a shake as if trying to wake from a dream.
All the same, as she accepts his card, Giselle finds herself resisting the urge to rise as well, her lap still weighted down by her forgotten salad bowl. "A pleasure running into you." She says by way of farewell and tucks the card in her nearby satchel.
