text; un: cherry

[devilsheel]

[ things are wonky. lights aren’t working as they should, they flicker from time to time. everything is … obviously not as it should be. and the same could be said for her, though she’s alone in her cabin on the third floor. ]

Prometheus? Pandorum? Sunshine? Any of those sound familiar to anyone here? Usually when people end up in space, things get bad. Like. Bad.

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[devilsheel]

[ okay, yes, she’ll squint at the un for a moment or two. moving on. ]

That’s actually a terrible opinion. And an insult to Fassbender. You should be ashamed.

[dealwiththe]

“Shame” simply isn’t in my vocabulary, so I’ll just say it: Fassbender is overrated, though surprisingly well-cast as a *robot*.

[ Ahhh it’s nice to talk about dumb, familiar things with someone again. It’s been a long time!!! ]

[devilsheel]

Maybe you think he’s overrated because you might be jealous of him? Insecurities?

I mean yeah, he’s good looking. For sure.

VIDEO;

[dealwiththe]

[ Oh no you did not! He immediately switches to video! Because this needs visual evidence!

He looks skeptical, one eyebrow raised. ]

Do I look like I’ve got anything to be insecure about?

[devilsheel]

[ he’s not going to get an immediate response. nope. he’s completely floored her, left her at a loss for words. that’s because she needs to wrap her mind around the fact that he’s alive.

it’s going to take her a minute. or three. don’t get too impatient, lucifer. ]

[dealwiththe]

[ He’s impatient! He kind of wants to see who’s on the other end of this, because he’s enjoying himself in a way he hasn’t in quite a long time. ]

I know, I often leave people speechless. It’s my natural magnetism.

[devilsheel]

[ he’s talking again, has that tone. she’s itching to get her hands on him, now, though not in that way.

chloe wets her lips. rubs her thumb in a circular motion against the side of her index finger as her hands hover in waiting to respond. ]

Yeah. You have a gift for it. I’m not really surprised.

How is this possible?

[dealwiththe]

[ Hmm. Interesting response, as if they know him. S q u i n t. ]

How is what possible? Me? That’s a bit flattering even for my ego, but then again I was crafted directly by the hand of God.

Or do you mean how is it possible to be here, in space? That, I couldn’t tell you. I just got here myself, direct from Hell.

videooooooo

[devilsheel]

Hell

[ but that’s all she sends via text anyway before the connection changes to video and there she is, her smile small and quite possibly trembling because — how?

chloe ignores the burn of tears threatening and raises a hand in a wordless greeting. that’s all she can manage. ]

[dealwiththe]

[ All it takes is one glimpse of her face, and Lucifer looks as if he’s been struck by lightning. The cockiness, the self-effacing grin, the whole attitude is gone in an instant, like it was never there.

He looks shattered. ]

Detective.

[ He breathes the word like a prayer, nearly drops his device in his haste to get up. He can’t talk to her like this. He has to see her, touch her, smell her. ]

Wh - where are you?

[devilsheel]

[ she can be seen and heard letting out an unsteady exhale. her mouth opens to reply, and then it closes.

there’s a faint sniffle. her head ducks. she hastily wipes her fingers under an eye and gets to typing, bottom lip caught between her teeth. ]

310.

[dealwiththe]

[ He looks briefly confused, but his questions will wait. Until he’s found her.

So he simply notes the room number and then he’s off, dropping his device for real this time. ]