Fairview at the theatre

[Albert Baker]

Al thought about the point for some time while tuning the banter of the Daeva out. Having finished thinking he took a small silver case out of his jacket, removed a business card from it and handed it to Alicia.

"It would be a pleasure. At your convenience, Miss."

With a slight smile he answered the posed question.

"In general I enjoy comedy and a good tragedy is also entertaining."

He nodded as Verity did have a point there.

"Most things do have a message, that is true, though many do hide it and others get it lost in the context when social mores and other circumstances change."

[Alicia Silvers]

A light grin upon her lips, the sensation of hearing her unfocused focused self so clearly read a reverberation of understanding so few ever grasped.
"Nothing, nearly every experience in this world one I crave, each thing I crave I claim. Only a few holds my interest for long, but what holds it is for me to decide in my endless pursuit." Sensing the finger, awaiting itīs touch but getting nothing, disappointment silently hidden as she keeps looking into those dreamy eyes with a slight movement forward. "Be careful or I just might obey." The smile making her have to stifle herself to just let out a light chuckle with a look of understanding upon her, they were simply just more, in ways only their blood could grasp they were bestowed with it all. "Your eyes truly do have the vision to see more than most, an insight only bestowed on the few, what might they behold that the rest of us misses I wonder." Cocking her head ever so slightly without breaking eye contact to the faltering in the smile. "We struggle, we claw and we fight, we need this struggle to keep not only alive but remember who we are. But is that not to have found meaning in the struggle? Why add a struggle on top of our struggle for something as obvious as meaning?" Each moment, each struggle, each battle with her beast and its temptations, each struggle life and existence alike presented had meaning, each part served a purpose, all which to her felt clear as the northern star to see. "In struggle we can find strength, we can learn more about who we are, as you said we progress. All proof that the struggle has meaning we both have seen is it not?" Who would cherish something that was not acquired with struggle? The less struggle the more fleeting the reward.

The guidance of the finger so easily followed, moving herself closer, and closer at itīs behest, deeply inhaling to once more take in the scent, the memories that they could invoke lacking of personal ones as they were.
"Mine you say?" Inching just a little closer to allow the minty air of her breath to dance against her cousins lips. "You think a single meeting would ever be enough to quench my desire? All I see is a chance to build up your desire for yet another meeting as it concludes." Fighting her every instinct to not advance, to not just be an eager slave to her own desires for just a moment, hard as it were, the sensations only this woman could bring out in her an eternal treat of memories, of passion so unrivaled. "Their accompaniment is an artform in and off itself, but one that would only manage to stifle the spark within you, breathtaking yes but a loss of you." Raising her left hand up, placing her fingertips upon the womanīs jawline to slowly slide upward as she leans in closer with a soft whisper. "No, no yellow, never yellow." Eyes closing as she closes the distance between them to let their lips meet for a second time, moving her whole body in closer, glad for her heels as she pushes herself up just a little to truly savor their kiss not knowing how long it would be before their third one, all without a care to the onlookers around them.

A soft chuckle, having been truly caught up in their own little world the play barely a thought in the back of her mind.
"Upbringing I would say, accompanied by self chosen studies and an allowance to simply let my lips speak the words they desire to utter in the moment. I have seldom read poetry, only had it read at me or to me." And maybe a fair share of YA books.

Turning her gaze upon the man as his thoughts seemed gathered, showing no shame or regret over the show before him but being caught to look upon the silvery case with admiration. Of course silver would draw her attention.
"I shall reach out in the near future then, should I look into anything in particular in advance to be ready?"

Softly nodding at him, that did indeed sound like Shakespeare was a fit then.
"What kind of comedies strike your fancy? There are so many, and countries alike tend to have their own variations and setups for comedy that all gets clumped together without the nuance of its differences." Eyeing him for a moment. "Might I inquire your favorite scent?"

[Verity Carmen]

The smile revitalised as her cousin makes clear that she grasps the gift of eternity. "Yes they are yours to claim, yours to choose, yours to honour by holding them to mind." Regaining in her smile if only so she can whisper quietly. "And who says I don't want you to." The conversation takes an interesting turn, and they need be careful not so lost in each other that they forget where the yare and whom they are around. "I do not perceive anything that others can't see, they simply choose not, they choose to allow them selves a contented mediocrity." A slight sway of the head as she hold her cousins eyes. "Why? Because the meaning is anything but obvious. I say survival if nothing else because that is the must, the mandatory requirement to walk this earth." Living or dead all sought to survive for another night. "But the nature of why we struggle is what uplifts us, what separates us from the cat or the dog." Anger, Hunger these we things of the beast, the thing they struggled against constantly, but to know why they did so to know why they did not wish to loose themselves to have such anchors was important.

The game of chicken was one she enjoyed, one she normally won with ease but her cousin was an entirely different game from the usual hordes and droves Verity was overwhelmed. "Oh yes, all yours." And seeing how the choice played out was quite the game in and of itself. So close now the moment of decision surely soon. "And we would not want that now would we? Clothing should never cost you who you are." And with that the tracing of her jaw holds a moment for a few beats of her blushed heartbeat before, a mortal mortal kindred of embrace, something oh so very human. Verity reciprocates long enough to convey acceptance, and a promise of other nocturnal activities if so wished after the show. Once they part, but keeping close. "Good choice." But that little appetiser would have to suffice for the moment. "But we really should save the rest for later." No need to give a free show, they might upstage the actors after all.

Upbringing, interesting enough. "And what self chosen studies would those be?" Smile playful a little teasing. "My mother was rather fond of poetry, you would never have guessed it look at her but it was one of the few stable interests she maintained." It had not rubbed off on Verity exactly but her speech could lean that way from time to time.

And with Baker re-entering the conversation from his ponderings it seems perhaps a good time to be a little less focused on each other. "Then the question to ask sir, is what was happening around the time of writing surely? What message inspired this work, what is it they try to tell us?" The art of understanding was rarely so for front, often a little digging or context was required.

[Albert Baker]

Al thought on that question, as he didn't know whether Alicia had any liguistic skills, so Moliere or Rabelais might be a bit heavy for the beginning.

"The comedies of Shakespeare might be a good start."

He nodded with a smile to the point of the many genes of comedy.

"I like many forms of it though I do find satire to be most amusing."

Then an unusual question was posed that might be a personal interest.

"Roses and Verbena."

On the question about the play he spent quite a while thinking.

"It was around the time of the riots, wasn't it? As such it might want to display the meaning that regardless of colour people are much like each other."

[Alicia Silvers]

Feeling the slightest of red hue upon her cheeks, much to her own surprise it was not a sensation that often befell her.
"Mine to explore until my nigh bottomless desire has been quenched or my final breath is taken, which shall come first very much so up in the air." Feeling a shiver within her, a tingle through her spine as she whispers back in just as soft of a tone accompanied with a teasing grin. "Have I already burrowed that deep within you?" The challenging words issued during their first encounter ones that hadnīt left her mind, ones she had aimed to rise to no matter how long it would take. "And that is why you see, where the world is open for everyone willing to keep their eyes open so does most blink, they look away, they hide, they cannot handle it. You on the other hand not only keeps your eyes open but pushes deeper, to take in more than most ever know was there, more than their feeble minds could fathom as they get lost in their little bubbles of existence." Breaking their eye contact not something she had any intention to do whatsoever, not until they were forced to do so. "That sounds so sad, to need to search for meaning in something like that, when it is so plain, so world spanning that it should be the most common of knowledge."Then again I paid a heavy price to find it myself so maybe it is a bit hypocritical of me to speak like this? "Each struggle is important, each lesson it gives us, each moment of taking it in uplifting and filling. To have the self reflection to just see itīs truth can truly rise you up beyond the masses." Be it their call of the beast or be it the struggle of a Kine each could offer boundless lessons, give you solace or strength alike.

The words having only served to further spur her on, the warmth of false life rushing through her veins fueling the spark to ever higher levels, not sure how long she would have been able to resist in this game, how she would be able to calm down without something to release the pent up desire. "Never, it should bring us forth, heighten us, reflect us, or guard us. Never stifle who we are." The red upon her cousin the last sight taken in by her eyes before their meeting, the sensation of reciprocation, of a promise eagerly fueling her, driving up her own desire along with an annoyance that there was still an act left. Placing a light peck upon those lovely lips as their meeting came to an end, a silent answer for further nocturnal enjoyment once the curtain sets, once the door to the Priscus abode closed for the night. Keeping herself close with slowly opening eyes set upon the fair beauty before her, the desire temporarily quenched. "How could I resist such an invite, the ultimate build up to drive the spark of desire through the night." Softly letting her hand fall down the jaw of her cousin with a light touch upon her neck over to the throat before falling off completely, itīs a shame she is not a reciprocate for that side of me though, well will be a fun surprise the day she looks in my closet.

Turning her eyes upward to look upon the sky, as if being able to see it through the roof.
"What else, the universe of course, the world around us, every atom, the light of the stars, the molecules, the very study of the world itself." A bit surprised that was not evident. "To judge with ones eyes is to miss what lies beneath, our exterior does not always reflect the truth of our interior, we all have much more underneath the surface."

A silent nod to the older man.
"Then I shall brush up on a basic insight into them prior to our meeting, do not expect wonders though. It shall be an utmost pleasure to have your expertise guide and heighten my own insights." Showing him an interested look, not what she had expected given his earlier words. "What about satire make it spark a deeper interest within you?"

"Thank you kindly, I shall keep that in mind. Roses are common enough but verbena is sadly not of my current expertise but one that should be easy to sort." Certain he would not truly follow the meaning behind her words nor did he really need to for now, it was for their next meeting after all.

A look between the two.
"It was also around the half a century anniversary of Martin Luther King Jrīs speech, medical healthcare aid was also expanded to tens of million of people, there was also the effects of the sequestrationary budget cuts or the times of its effects. It depends on exactly when the script was written, so it was either around the time it just happened or when its effects were felt."

[Verity Carmen]

The knowledge that neither was a certainty, a Daeva's passions never quenched and breath was well less then a requirement for them. "Then you have a long and an assorted set of experiences ahead of you, maybe you should started journaling make sure you don't forget what you have done." With the closeness, the proximity Verity will slip a hand around Alisa's waist, providing the other does not object. "You speak so often of my beauty, grace ad charms but do a disservice to your own, an equally rare star in the sky capable of captivating all around you." Me included it would seem. "And your attentions are beyond words." The warmth of the closeness something to be savoured, knowing what it cost them each to do so. "Who could deny wanting you." And the smile, the invitation of her eyes spoke volumes, she would have what she wants. The compliments welcome and play into Verity's ego marvellously. "It is important I think to understand what lies underneath, or beyond, to grasp the small nuisances that define existence and show calibre." But yes something all can do if they only made the effort. A small shake of her head accompanies the next statement. "It is not sad, it is purpose." It elevated them. "It is the reminder, the personal remark upon existence for why we choose to persist." Why we refuse to be the beast, why we struggle to maintain the man. "I speak not of the individual moments but of greater concepts of universal conflicts, the statement we choose to make against the void of nothingness." Yes each one can be lesson but the moment to moment is not the grand conceptualisation of why.

The shared moment a testament to the skill and passion inherent to the Daeva. To the faded but not forsaken humanity that lingered still in them warring with the beast for dominion. A delight in a dangerous game unlike near any other. The touch against her neck is the only thing she very lightly shrugs away from. No not that, never that. The bonds of slavery bound by blood held no interest to the unaligned Daeva, her philosophy did not have room for those allies and family who could not think with their own minds. Majesty after all is not dominate, it does not remove control to serves as an enhancement of what I am. "Then I look forward to he after show entertainment." All the more for the build up the third act would surely incite.

The talk of atoms and the universe some reference to chemistry verity suspects but lacks the understanding to be sure. "While full of wonderous experiences I do not doubt, I am curious how would such studies lead you to be well spoken?" Of appearances she was so well aware. "Is that not part of the gift of us, others so often to look past the wonder they behold, what is underneath is rendered utterly beyond them?" And the fun you could have with that.

To Albert and the burgeoning conversation or cause and purpose and inspiration. "The play first performed round those times yes but writing began some years earlier if I remember the reviews." Not that discrimination had been any better since then. "So its timing seems to be either fortitions or the writing was finished wit ha push to get it out when it seemed appropriate, I don't know which though." But of course it begs the question. "Now you've heard what we think has it cemented any thoughts of your own? With your experience of works like this what would you suggest the meaning is?" Meaning might get lost but some conversing and differing view points would lead to discussion which would be the rest purpose of a piece meant to make people think.