1963-10-12 - A Hopeful Conversation
Summary: Kurt and Alison meet in Central Park and discuss the nature of hate, and making the world a better place.
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Theme Song: "People Are People" by Depeche Mode - https://youtu.be/l_3GQu7dm-I
nightcrawler dazzler 


Alison is dressed casually, black capri pants, striped black and white shirt, and a dark jacket. She's sitting on the grass, cradling her guitar in her hands, looking about ready to start playing something. Her eyes are covered with black catseye shades.

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Was this 'Hellmouth' supposed to be here? Kurt heard rumors about it and thought he'd step out of Hell's Kitchen for a little bit to see if he could poke around…not that he wants to get caught in it, but his curiosity has led him into scrapes before. This may be no different. So, he appears in his chosen 'tree' in Central Park, teleporting there easily with the smell and wisp of Brimstone in his wake, and, once there's a pause in foot-traffic, he hops down…not too far from the woman with the guitar.

Oops.

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Alison clearly is so invested in her musical career, she hadn't caught up with any ongoings and recent news. She is clueless about the whole 'Hellmouth' incident, and the fact Central Park might not be the safest place to take some time for relaxation. She starts to strum a few strings, but before she can really start weaving a song, Kurt drops out infront of her, and she looks up at him, waving a hand. "Hey, you were at the Eight Ball the night the police crashed the concert, weren't you?"

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Nightcrawler straightens some but then winces at being caught — not that he can fade into a crowd. But the question has him tilting his head to the side, "Ja, I was there." Again, not like he could hide, "I was working there until that night." In fact, he was working -that- night.

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"Sorry the police gave you a hard time, but then, I guess they gave everyone there a hard time, huh?" Alison mumbles a bit, thinking back to that incident, "so…you like music?" She's quick to change the topic, "oh, you work there? Bartender?" She asks, curious, still studying Nightcrawler, who is very clearly a mutant. Still, she was at the Eight Ball, so obviously she's fine with mutants.

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Kurt shrugs and moves to crouch down closer to the woman — it's more comfortable for him and it's easier to converse when they're almost on a level with each other. "I am used to it. The police here are not so different from the police in Europe." He starts to grin, showing sharp teeth, as music is mentioned, "Who does not like music?" is asked before he shakes his head, "I -did- work there. I do not anymore." Are they still building it? He hasn't really been back to Mutant Town since then. "I was just learning before the attack. I do not think I was very good at it, but it was a job."

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"Really? It's the same in Europe?" Alison sounds quite crestfallen to learn that, "I don't get it, police are supposed to protect the people…" she sighs, "do you think I should write a song about that?" She grins at the question about who doesn't like music, "you'd be surprised, there are some soulless people who don't. It's very tragic."

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"Sometimes," Kurt answers honestly. "Sometimes the people are worse." It's one of the reasons why he came here. "Maybe the police -think- they are protecting the people because they do not see those like me as 'people'?" That is the sad part, really. His tail wraps over his shoulder so that it's out of the way of any others even as he converses with the woman, "If you would like to write a song, you should. It might be very, ahh…Beatnik though." Protest songs tend to be considered that even now.

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"I guess you're right, people are quite the wildcard," Alison muses, nodding her head along with Kurt's estimation about why the police are acting a they are, "maybe. Maybe it's all misunderstanding, fear? Maybe," she doesn't seem like she's too sure of it though. "They call me all kinds of names, Beatnik won't be a new one."

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"Ja, I do think fear is true." After all, most look at him and are afraid, even though he usually gives them no reason for such a reaction. As it is, he's dressed like 'everyone else'…he just happens not to look like them. "You are an artist. When you are an artist, they expect you to be…what is the word…against convention?"

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Alison laughs, "you can say that again, Elvis Presley, the devil. The Beatles, what was it? Ah, commie agents…right? All the while they sing about love and rock'n'roll."

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Nightcrawler tilts his head, "I was thinking more of the art, but I suppose you are right. I did not know they called Elvis Presley the devil. Because of his dancing?" He had different things to deal with during those years so he didn't pay all that much attention. "The Beatles are in England. Why would they be Communists?"

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Dazzler nods, "New Jersey Board of Education voted to ban him from performing in the state, lucky we live in New York, huh?" Dazzler offers with a grin, "banning someone for dancing, or sounds, just seems stupid to me. But then, they also hate mutants for how they look, no?" Tilting her head a bit at Kurt's very astute observation, she grins, "when did that ever stop anyone from saying the commies are everywhere? Didn't you hear about the soviet threat? They're hiding in the neighborhood. I even read one article saying I was a soviet spy."

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Yellow eyes blink a moment before Kurt answers quietly, "I am from Germany…" as if that was a bigger threat than the Soviets. In fact, he doesn't really see the whole big deal aside from the nuclear threats…but wasn't that in Cuba? That's nowhere near the U.S.S.R!

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"Germany…?" Alison sounds a bit cautious at that, there was the great war that had ended not that long ago, she heard some stories, and looking tentatively at Kurt, she asks, "how was it like? In Germany, I mean…?" Noting his confused look she chuckles, "don't worry, I am not one of those that thinks everyone is a soviet spy. I think they just want to live their lives, like us."

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"I think it may be getting better," Kurt offers, not entirely sure how he should answer. "I have performed in West Germany and they liked us very much. We were not allowed in East Germany. But before…I was taken from Germany when the War ended und I was with the Circus since then. It was…very bad before."

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"People in Germany still went to the Circus during the war?" Alison asks, curious, "I heard they were all like robots, doing anything that Hitler told them to do…" she figures that probably wasn't the case. Kurt sure looks normal, all things considered. A normal mutant perhaps.

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"What? No…after. During the War, my family und my people were caught und I was taken for experimentation. I think they were all killed in the Camps," Kurt replies. "The war ended in 1945. The Circus did not go there for another ten years und even then, since many in the troupe were German or Roma or Traveller, we did not know how they would react."

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"Ah! After!" Alison looks relieved, until she hears what happened to Kurt and his family, causing her to still the string of her guitar, "wow…that's…I don't even know what to say. How did you survive?" She nods, listening intently, looking quite captivated by the story, as she offers bitterly, "and I thought I had it bad when my father didn't want me to be a musician."

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"I was rescued by American und British soldiers und they cared for me before I was taken back to England with them," Kurt shrugs…it happened and he can't change it and now he's here. Others weren't so lucky. "I was very lucky," he voices aloud. "But I am here now und I hope it will not ever happen again."

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"I'm glad you were found by good people…" Alison says, before suddenly realizing she never quite good the blue guy's name, as she asks, "what's your name again? I'm Alison."

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As if in an after thought, she adds while looking directly at Kurt, "how do you do that? Try and make sure it not happen again?"

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"Ja, me too. They were very good people und I am still in touch with them now." Kurt finds his smile again; he tries not to lose it for very long. At the introduction, he offers a three-fingered hand, "I am Kurt. It is good to meet you, Alison." Her next question has him tilting his head again, "I am still working on that, but I hope it would help to show that people are not bad just because the look different, or pray different, or love different."

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Alison slowly reaches to shake hands with Kurt, a bit hesitant because she is a bit off guard by his almost cartoon looking hand. Still, she's polite enough to reach for his hand nevertheless. "I think I'd like to help that happen, if you ever figure that one out," she offers with a weak smile.

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Nightcrawler seems used to the reactions when he offers or shows his hand so he waits patiently, prepared to pull it back if someone seems hesitant. But when it's taken, his smile grows a little more and he gives it a brief, friendly squeeze and shake before letting it go. "I think the more who can help, the better our chances. I am starting with the children, I guess. Children in Hell's Kitchen who are already different because of their skin, but if I can teach them that it is what is inside that matters, then maybe they will grow to teach -their- children. Then one day, we will not have to be afraid because we are different."

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"Is it hard…?" Alison asks, as she looks over at Kurt's hand after their handshake, "I mean…must be difficult to use a pen or pencil, huh? I imagine other everyday things are much harder this way, aren't they?" Alison's smile broadens when she hears what Kurt has been up to, "I think it's admirable…I'm doing my show, because I love to sing, I love to be on stage, and you're out there actually changing the world. Wow."

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Kurt also looks at his hand for a moment and then back to Alison, "I do not know? I can use a pen und pencil fine…maybe I hold it different?" It takes him a moment to realize something and then he clarifies, "Oh! I have always looked like this. I did not change into it…" he heard some mutants gain their powers at a certain age. His looks may be unrelated. His smile widens, "I miss performing. There do not seem to be many Circuses here, I am finding." So he has to turn his attention elsewhere. "I do not know if I am changing the world, but the children will be the ones to decide, in the future, what the world is like. Maybe their parents will learn from them too."

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Alison giggles at Kurt's rather straightforward answer, "you know? I'm so focused on what it's like for me, I didn't realize it's as simple as you doing it differently. I'm sorry." Alison's eyes brighten when he speaks of performing, "I hope you find something eventually, performing is when I feel the best! The most me I can be!" She shakes her head at the last bit, "of course you are, you are making real change, me? I'm giving people another option on what show to see on a given night, maybe a new record, though…if I'm honest, my shows as where I excel. Can't reproduce my lights on a record."

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There's yet another shrug, "I do not know if I am making change. I am just trying to teach what should be taught about love und acceptance." After all, isn't that the Christian way? Or just the Humanitarian way? "Music is good too, though. It is a way to bring people together und a way to make them feel."

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"Music soothes the savage beast…" Alison murmurs a line she heard in her travels, she's no clue about the source, but it spoke to her. "I guess we each have our ways of doing what we think is right…but I really respect what you're doing, Kurt."

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Nightcrawler gives a wave of his hand, "Ah, it is nothing. It is what anyone would do, I would hope. Und if I am not working, I hope maybe I can help the kids so they do not get in trouble after school." He's their After School Program…at least for the small group in Hell's Kitchen. It's spreading slowly among their classmates, at least.

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"I would like to think so, Kurt," Alison assuages the same view, now that she's had a few moments to calm down again, she goes back to strummming her guitar, the tune of Elvis Presely's "Love Me Tender".

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There's some quiet as she starts to play again, but then Kurt looks around at the passersby, "I think maybe I am scaring the people who might give you money…I can go." He then digs around in his pockets, but there is nothing there but lint. "I wish I had some to give you…when I get some, I will bring it. It is always good to meet someone who wants to see the world be better."

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"You don't have to go," Alison says, looking up at Kurt, "I don't really on busking money as much, now that I have the occasional gig, I'm doing alright for myself." She looks quite grateful for the gesture, "how about instead you come to my show next time I perform at the Eight Ball?"

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Nightcrawler stands and considers the request, "If I am allowed back there, then ja, I will. Maybe I was a reason for the attack…" it wouldn't be the first time for that. "I would like to see live music…"

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Alison shakes her head, "don't say that, don't think that, it was a packed house…they were after scaring all the mutants," Alison seems pretty sure of it, before she starts singing along to the music, "love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go…"

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