ooc: hi. question for you. whats your V/OCs fashion sense like.

Androgyny, feminine leaning. He is of the very strong opinion that fashion should have no gender. And can't believe this might still be a conversation in 2077. But if we have to talk gender in clothing. He finds empowerment in women's clothing. He'll never shy away from a suit, don't get him wrong. Other keywords/aesthetics for his fashion: glam, neokitsch, kitsch, high fashion, 1980s, Old Hollywood, 1930s silhouettes. Colours: Gold, purple, pink, blue, black, red

"I hope you didn't wait too long. It's Marty, yes? You're here for the lipstick?"

"Art?" Marty was nearly speechless as she looked around to check that she was still in the bar and not somewhere she should be, not to mention still lucid. "I- What are you doing here- I didn't think- The lipstick-" Her mind racing out loud as she pieced the situation together, she had been expecting a dealer, maybe a Fixer, not Art. It all made sense in hindsight though, who better to give her the Art branded lipstick than Art them self? "You really are something else." Marty remarked finally with a warm smile as her mind settled. "It's good to see you."

"Good to see you as well., Marty. To meet you in person." His voice calm and smooth, almost like velvet as the magazines and screamsheets loved to describe it. They were indeed factual on that front. "I'm sorry for having poked into your business like that. It just seemed like a perfect opportunity for us to meet in person, and for both you and Valerie to mutually exchange something." He chuckled softly, he seemed completely at ease though an underlying worry brewed under the surface. "I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, Art, it made for a pleasant surprise." Sitting back in her chair a bit as she relaxed. "I imagine she's going to freak when I tell her you delivered it in person." Smirking at the thought before moving on. "How are you? Do you have time to talk? During our last exchange we shared, it seemed we were both troubled people in an equally troubled world; just doing our best."

"You can choose to tell her, or go for the narrative that you klepped it from someone. I really don't mind. Which ever story pleases you in that moment." He did not seemed at all bothered by the notion of his own merch being stolen. "I do. My work day is surprisingly done early today. Cancellations are a blessing." He leans back, his gaze softened, "Isn't it that how it is for most people here? Plus I shouldn't be one to speak too boldly of being troubled... I recognize I come from a place of immense privilege. You however... have been through a lot. Hell even." His tone was sincere, warm and empathetic.

Marty nodded along, lowering her gaze solemnly. "You're not wrong about the city." Raising her gaze, putting on a brave face. "Just because you exist within privledges others lack, doesn't invalidate the pain or suffering. You sacrifice so much of yourself in your line of work, things others who envy you don't realize they're lucky to have."

Giving a shrug as Art pointed out Marty had been through a lot too. "Hell might be taking it a bit far, I like to think it could be worse somehow. I'm stronger for it all though. I've been looking into a form of art, Kintsugi, have you heard? The process of repairing what is broken but embracing the cracks that breaking leaves behind." Raising a hand briefly to fidget with a necklace littered with various scrap like trinkets around her neck.

"I appreciate that." It was sincere. Art knew on the other hand that many people would not hold such an open minded view or grace towards him. He didn't blame them. He understood them.

"I don't think I would survive something of the sort. You're strong-- yes! Yes, I have." He exclaimed, repairs to make one whole again with gold often, yes?" He paused, "A client once taught me of it. It's truly a beautiful art."

"Yes, that's the one." Marty smiled warmly. "I like the idea; to think that we are beautiful for what we've been through. "

"What about you though? The corporations haven't been twisting your arm too badly I hope?" Her words held sincere concern, from a place of personal experience.

Art returned a similar smile, "Yes, I would like to think so as well." "Hmm... it's work. I'm making music again which I always enjoy. Actually, I was in the studio today, it felt nice to be back there and I have definitely more freedom than I used to in matter of music and production. It's not too bad. I had work in Japan as well about two weeks ago." He was definitely glossing over the matter. "What about you? What is life looking like for Marty?"

"To create is wonderful; and I'm glad to hear they do not restrict your ideas as much as they could." Leaning forward in her chair to rest her elbows on the table between them. "Japan, how I wish I could go. What was it like? Did you have any time for some fun?"

On the subject of herself, Marty was visibly hesitant. "It's been... Better than I'm used to. I have made some friends, lived a little more instead of just working myself into the ground, and opened up more. It's terrifying, but it feels good too? I keep waiting for the boot to drop, but it never comes." Fidgeting nervously with her fingers just at the thought.

Art chuckled, "I did manage to visit Okinawa for two days, while I was there. I longed to see it, or well, I longed to see the ocean. The waters are much cleaner there versus here. It was lovely."

A sympathetic smile grew, his brows pinched a little. "That sounds all too familiar. I hope it never comes, and I hope your friends show you how less lonely the world can be."

Marty nodded as Art wished them well. "Thank you, I hope so too."

Trying to redirect back to something more positive, Marty bounced back to their discussion of Japan. "Okinawa, I've only heard rumours of how beautiful the ocean is there. Maybe one day I will be able to visit once I get myself sorted." Marty remarked with a dreamy expression. "I've been watching Kabuki Theater; I hear they still do it live in places in Japan. I think if you could get into a show you would like it. There is a lot to it; the makeup, costumes, the stories. They can even be quite funny."

"Oh yes!" He begins joyfully, his voice almost rhythmic, "I have been to a Kabuki Theater. It's absolutely phenomenal. Gripping. Emotional. Enticing. I loved it all. Truly a beautiful art!" He laughed softly, "But I've always been a fan of stage plays... Musicals too. It's a shame it's basically a dead art here. No matter, I do what I can do find them and watch them."

He seemed amused and that goes without poking fun at himself, "I know~ this industry pop star is educated~"

Marty listened with great interest as Art spoke of actually being to one of the plays, something she could only dream of. When the star started what she perceived as belittling themselves, she shook her head vehemently. "Why wouldn't you be? Profession does not dictate interest. For all I know you could be a very capable scientist as well. If anything you have the finances to afford the education." Marty reached out across the table, offering a hand. "You are intelligent, wise, and capable; I would not have wanted to sit down and talk to an uncultured belligerent fool."

"You're right, you're right." He held her hand as if to reassure her more than himself. His skin velvety soft to the touch. "I just find some level in entertainment with what the screamsheets will allude about me at times."

"I can't entirely speak of my education. It was not the norm but I am educated, I will say that much."

There was a pause, "Oh!" He removes his hand and pulls out a little leather pouch. "It has the lipstick in there. It's pristine, never used, still in its original packaging."

Marty's expression softened as Art took her offer of touch. "I suppose you'll just have to keep them guessing?" She teased, trying to look on the bright side of a shortsighted media.

When Art remembered what they were actually there to meet about, Marty hid her disappointment. She had enjoyed the meeting, and wasn't looking forward to the conclusion. "Thank you, I know a very specific fan that will be over the moon to have it." Smirking as sat back and waited for Art to put the pouch down. "You know, if you ever need anything, you can contact me. Netrunning or not, I'm always happy to help my friends?" Testing out the term for them both to see if it was accepted or not.

"And that they do. I think it's become people and medias favourite hobby at times. Whatever juicy gossip they can get their hands on." He seemed amused and oddly detached. "I would hope so. She seemed quite excited to get her hands on it." He puts the pouch down on the table, he had no intent of leaving but the last spoken words to him registered like an end of conversation. He nodded as if trying to catch up with the slight shift. "Yes, of course. And likewise. My ways may not be the most conventional but if there is anything, reach out to me." Art stood up, "It was a pleasure to properly meet you, see you and speak with you in person and as I said. Please, don't hesitate to reach out. Have a wonderful evening Marty. The night is still young and I hear Riot has excellent guests and choice of music tonight." He would take his departure from there, the two bodyguards following behind him quietly.

Come on, fill your cup up Looking for some good luck Good luck, good luck to you 🩷

AU where Valerie never became a merc and went into modelling I guess

I've missed you!! We are going to go some serious catching up when you get back!

vika dragged art through the wilderness in order to show him one of her favorite views

art belongs to @02xart ♡

ooc:: cries sobs cries some more

It's so nice to see my boy have friends you have no idea 😭💕 this is beautiful!!! AhhhhHHHHHHHHHH

What in the world ever gave you the impression I would hit you??😭😭

David Bowie is a bisexual icon and Beetlejuice is genuinely a Broadway diva ✨ Excellent taste! Even if Beetlejuice isn't my cup of tea, I recognize legends when I see them.

come on now, I'm convinced you don't know me at all 😭

😔.. not the broadway version

He gave me gender envy!! I can't explain it

The Mike... Michael! The Michael Keaton one? guhhh I had an ex called Mike

Listen!! Look at you now!💕 Gender envy no more! You're way hotter than he could ever be.

What in the world ever gave you the impression I would hit you??😭😭

David Bowie is a bisexual icon and Beetlejuice is genuinely a Broadway diva ✨ Excellent taste! Even if Beetlejuice isn't my cup of tea, I recognize legends when I see them.

come on now, I'm convinced you don't know me at all 😭

the girls are fightinggg

4am, wake up. Give myself an hour to wake up and catch up on this account and my official socials.

5.30am on set at Fourth Wall Studios. Get ready, makeup, costume change. Filming for most of the day.

4pm, met with fans who approached me while I was on break and heading to my dance rehearsal. I love when fans approach me!💕

6pm - promo shots.

9pm - Jazz show at Embers.✨

ooc:: the work he doesn't want people to know but I took shots of 🤭💕 nothing like blackmail and corpo secrets.

i just don’t think men should be allowed to have blue eyes. it shouldn’t be possible