video; un: lux

[dealwiththe]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[dealwiththe]

The Detective is a much better motivational speaker, but she's not going anywhere near the Heavenly Host for a very, very long time thankyouverymuch.

[albatrossomen]

Collaborative speech?

[Far away from any actual angels, of course.]

[dealwiththe]

Nnnnnope. She puts herself in enough danger as it is.

[albatrossomen]

I meant as a recording. However, the whole thing is a rather silly and pointless tangent. What were we talking about again?

[dealwiththe]

Mm.

[ Pause. ]

What? Oh, right. Nothing much. Anyway, the Detective appears to require my services again. See you later. Probably.

[ Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd he's gone! ]