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[ If anyone has been looking for Lucifer for the past several-ish days, he’s been totally incommunicado. Not around the ship, not in his cabin on floor 2, not responding to any messages left for him. But he’s not gone.

Now he’s back, in fact! Today he’s in a cabin, and he’s… shirtless. And his hair is a bit mussed, bordering on curly, rather than its usual perfectly-coiffed state. You’re welcome! And, frankly, he looks a hell of a lot more relaxed than he did the last time he showed his face on the network - he’d been almost manic before, a slightly sharp edge to the smiles that never quite reached his eyes. Now, however, he’s chill. Easy. The smile is maybe less bright, but more genuine, the corners of his eyes crinkled with it. ]

If there’s still anyone suffering from an inability to speak, I have a suggestion to make! Have you tried orgasms?

[ He looks very smug about something. And then a female voice can be heard off-camera, one that no one on the ship will recognize except for Miss Lopez. An exasperated “Lucifer!”

He only looks more smug, if that’s possible. ]

Right. Coming, Detective!

[ See what he did there? And he turns off the video feed before anyone can catch a glimpse of the mysterious Detective. ]

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He did, of course.

[ Depending on what you mean by “started”. ]

Imagine my surprise.

I know! He could’ve offered to help!

[ Trying to throw Mur under the bus, here. ]

You must’ve given him a good reason not to.

Well, I was upset.

You know… talking usually helps.

I talked! Right up until I punched him because he was insinuating I wanted to be in Hell.

But it was fine. Miss Lopez arrived and broke it up. Oh, she’s seen my devil face now, by the way.

Ah. Number one mistake.

[ even she has to wince at that. But then he brings up Ella and devil face; suddenly one plus one equals twelve? ]

I’m sorry, she — what? You mean you were fighting with him in full — [ Chloe does a jerky circular gesturing to her own face. ] like how I first saw you, completely unprepared?

[ A pause …………… ] — is she okay?

[ Lucifer nods in confirmation. Yep. Full devil face. He leans back on his elbows to consider her question, frowning. ]

I don't know. She's still speaking to me. Well, she hit me with a shoe, then she hugged me, and she's still speaking to me.

Perhaps finding ourselves on a sentient, interdimensional space ship was enough of an existential crisis for our dear forensic scientist?

[ With the sheet tucked under her arm she shifts to prop up on her side, and then pauses before doing anything else. ]

Uh ... huh. [ Well that's... yeah. Yeah. Chloe sits up, arms hugged to her chest, sheet caught under them. ] I'm... a little jealous.

Out of everyone who now knows what you are — me, Dan, Ella — I think she probably handled it a lot better. At least she didn't shoot you.

There's still time.

[ Lucifer peers at her, brow furrowing. ]

Wait, shoot me? Is... is that what you were - [ He waves vaguely at his own chest. ]

[ A small nod, eyes straying at his chest. ]

Dan. [ And then she has to take a deep breath, legs drawing up under the sheet as she wraps her arms around her knees. Chloe leans in to rest her chin on an arm. ] He came to the penthouse.

I was using the bathroom for a moment.

When I came out, he was there with his gun pointed at you… [ Her brows furrow, remembering. ] It’s the only thing I can think of for why he’d — shoot you. Why he looked so — so scared. Terrified. Panicked.

He had to have seen your devil face. But — how? When? Maybe… maybe it was… [ she breaks off on a scowl, ] — Michael.

[ Lucifer is trying to process all of this - after the things that Ella told him, and now this - it's a lot. Apparently, a lot is going to happen in his future, when he'd thought it would only consist of, well - ruling Hell.

But then she says the name Michael and he sits up again, face darkening. ]

Bloody buggering hell, so that twat did show up? When Miss Lopez said I was acting strange, I was afraid...

[ He reaches out to cup Chloe's cheek, his expression a mix of anger and concern. ] He didn't hurt you, did he? Try to get into your head? He's always enjoyed doing that.

He tried… [ She tilts her cheek into his touch, hand raising to cover his. ] It almost worked. But I knew something was off when we…

[ Ah. Right. She’d kissed his brother, more than once. Thinking it was him. At least it had never gone further. Chloe clears her throat, cheeks feeling warm; now, now she’s leaning out of his touch. ]

Everything was fine.

...When you what.

[ Yeah, now his mind is going places. Places he doesn't like. Michael was clearly impersonating him, so how far was he willing to take it? How far did it go before Chloe realized what was going on? He knows his twin, like most of his celestial siblings, couldn't care less about humans, or harming them, if it would achieve his ends - whatever those were. ]

W-well I, you—he— [ Chloe shifts as if uncomfortable under the scrutiny, runs her fingers through her hair to tousle it off to the side. She then gestures to him and back at herself, repeats the motion. ] — I was helping someone return home with some things. The deceased victim’s sister.

Anyway. We get inside, put our things down, and then they came in. We were outnumbered and ducked down behind the counter. I got a few shots in, they got theirs. Moments later and all I hear is: hello, bad guys— [ Damn rights she even pulls out the fake and chipper accent. ] —and there y— there he comes in to help.

It was you. I thought he was you. I thought you were back. From Hell. That you somehow knew where I was, that I needed the extra help. Because you… sent that demon, before.

S-so when all was said and done, I… We kissed.

[ He grimaces. He can’t help it. The thought of his brother, impersonating him, using that deception as a ploy to touch Chloe, kiss her, put his smarmy hands on her - it disgust him. ]

I swear to Dad, I’ll strangle him with his own intestines.

[ Not for touching her. For deceiving her. For touching her under false pretenses. For taking away her choice in the matter. ]

But you figured it out. Of course you did. Apart from the fact that you’re brilliant - [ He leans forward, presses his lips to her bare shoulder. ] - I’m sure he’s rubbish at kissing.

[ Her shoulders had dropped before his lips grace the curve of one, and then she turns her head close to his. ]

Are you asking me to compare you to your brother when it comes to kissing?

[ Lucifer wrinkles his nose at the thought. ]

Absolutely not. I already know I’m superior to him in every way.

[ He trails his lips lightly along her shoulder, just because he can. Because she’s beautiful, and she chose him for some reason. ]

You, uh. You hadn’t been… recently kidnapped?

[ He offers that after a moment, another of Ella’s tidbits. ]

Mm, [ is all she responds with, chin tilting up so she can press a kiss to his brow before he gets too far.

Then she pauses at the question, leans back to look at him. ]

Kidnapped…? [ Chloe makes a face. Who would be stupid enough to try and kidnap a detective. ] Not… that I know of…? Wait — someone actually kidnaps me?

Well, Miss Lopez says so. [ He idly twirls a lock of her hair around a finger. ] But oddly doesn’t recall me getting injured or - well.

So, I think whatever Daniel did - or is going to do - it won’t be fatal, or even serious. It sounds as if Miss Lopez is from farther in the future than you. Also, she was dating a serial killer? But apparently he wasn’t your kidnapper.

Won’t be…

[ The sheet slips to her lap as she twists to properly look at him, brows deeply knitted. She reaches then, fingers going to his neck, pressing to his jugular to feel the reassuring kick of his pulse, again and again and again, alive, strong as ever. ]

Lucifer, you had no pulse. You weren’t breathing. You were… you–you were gone. [ Just gone. Again. Somewhere where she couldn’t follow. Again. ]

… a serial killer…? [ this she echoes faintly, disbelieving, distant, like it’s taking her a few extra moments to catch up. ] Ella was?

[ Lucifer gives her a helpless look. ] I don’t know! I only know what you and Miss Lopez have told me. She’s had a lot to say and much of it didn’t make much sense. About as little sense as Daniel of all people trying to murder me.

[ He frames her face gently between his hands. ] But it doesn’t matter, because we’re here, now, and it’s going to be fine. One way or another.

[ Her hands lift to wrap at his wrists, gaze searching his. ]

Is this a bad time to bring up that your brother also had a lot to tell me? [ Chloe worries the edge of her bottom lip. ] Something about God’s Gift.

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THIS IS DEFINITELY ACTION/OFF NETWORK looooooool

definitely offline/action

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