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event } you can jive

WHO: Open to all passengers!
WHAT: A visit to New Ecrillion, and all the music your ears can handle. Plus, bonus new partners!
WHERE: Anywhere in the city of New Ecrillion, or Navi.
WHEN: June 19 through July 10
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you end up partying literally to death, please record it on the death page.

Hello, passengers! Hope you're all ready for an announcement, 'cause Navi's voice is getting beamed into your head right about ... now:

Attention, passengers.
We'll be docking soon at the city of New Ecrillion, on the planet Zegnolia, where we will remain for approximately three weeks, local time.
Please stand by.

From the announcement until landing, to help everyone adjust to the new environment, Navi will gift all passengers with a a faint hummed melody.

Upon docking and disembarking, passengers will find a bank counter just past the terminal, where your new windfall of Navigems can be exchanged for credits (the universal currency). Try not to spend it all in one place!

Now, go get your groove on! Just remember to take breaks to hydrate.

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"Framed for murder. I've been framed for murder before," Lucifer says, shaking his head and slapping Richard's shoulder in solidarity. Frame bros, or something.

"Must be especially tough when it's someone you care about," he adds. "But, if you're looking for someone who can relate to being blamed for things they didn't do, well -" He indicates himself like I'm your guy, then points at a somewhat hole-in-the-wall looking bar. "There."

Despite everything Richard snorts. He is...not a believer per say in Celestial activities. At least ones that influence him. Perhaps deities exist but this...

He fixes his gaze on the hole in the wall and nods, "You and your cohorts, trickster gods and so-called "opposite" beings to morality are what we're encouraged to loathe.

I've never felt like that. Trickster Gods are of interest. The only issue is Alex." and her demons. "She's been very affected by this."

Lucifer sighs heavily as they sally up to the bar and he waves someone over.

"Honestly. I'm not a trickster, or a god, and I definitely don't have any cohorts. You can just call me Lucifer - that's my name."

He orders for them - whiskey, of course.

"Anyway, again - relatable. The Detective has always been affected by my missteps. Even before she really knew what I am."

"Lucifer."

Every scientific bone in his body is curious. Lucifer. What was he like? Did he talk to his father? Was it all some sort of-

He shoves those thoughts down deep and the moment he thinks maybe just a little psychic peek He buries that thought down deeper because reading minds impossible and ridiculous and he can't and shouldn't and he builds a huge wall around his mind to prevent those thoughts from escaping. To prevent anything from escaping.

Outwardly he might look like a man glazed over before he shakes it off like a dog and nods, "...sorry. Did I- Did you say anything?"

Lucifer watches him, eyebrows raised. He is not a psychic, by any means, but he can get a vague idea of what the glazed-over look means regardless. He's seen it before in humans.

"I was trying to find relatable, common ground by discussing the women in our lives, but I can see you've got burning questions you want to ask me," he says after a moment. "Go on. Ask away. As I've said, I never lie."

"Women-"

The women in his life are awful and confusing. Science is easier, science is comforting, it's not rage inducing and heartbreaking like Coralee. It's not confusing and stirring strange protective feelings like Alex. It's-

"...Do you and your father talk about your job? Like is it a work together sort of thing or was it truly a family...something?"

He is the best scientist clearly.

"I can understand that."

Uuuuuggghhh. Of all the things to ask about. Like, why couldn't he have asked what Hitler's Hell loop is like?

Lucifer drains his first whiskey, then waves the bartender over for another round. He's going to need it if he's going to be grilled about his family.

"I haven't spoken to my Father in millennia. Not since He, you know, kicked me out of the Silver City and tossed me into Hell. Not that He was particularly talkative before that, either. He's always been the strong, silent type."

Hey, so, Lucifer doesn't like his dad! If that wasn't clear.

It is strangely comforting.

"My father was away most of my childhood." There. That's easier than the waves of emotion in this place, "It's nothing comparable, still. Let's drink to women and terrible father figures because sometimes that's all that men have to bond over."

That sounds good.

"I'm sorry. For the record it just burst out because Alex knows everything about me like that. I shouldn't pry and I'm sorry."

"My Father was the original absentee parent," Lucifer says. "It's a wonder any humans manage to be good ones, honestly."

He squints at Richard for a moment.

"You don't have to apologize. I told you to ask me anything. I want to set the record straight. Humans have been telling wild and totally fake stories about me for millennia."

"Given how he's treated the churches rather than setting down some more concrete rules that can't be corrupted by man's influence I gather that."

"Do you have a favorite? Most people who are the subject of tall tales have a favorite. Mine is how I apparently once got into a fight with a priest."

"I'm not sure I have a favorite," Lucifer says, making a face. "Nearly every story about me casts me as a mustache-twirling villain, and I'm not that. I'd never grow a mustache, for one thing."

He trails the tip of a finger around the rim of his glass thoughtfully for a moment. "I suppose Milton's version of me is all right. He's very dramatic, all pent-up rage and overweening pride. I see a bit of myself there." Because Lucifer is a drama queen.

"It's not actually fun, being blamed for the sins of humanity," he adds finally.

"...I'd imagine it's not."

At some point he wants to interview him, to really dig in, to try and regain some semblance of science. The psychological profile would be fascinating. Learning about this would be more than fascinating.

"We're ridiculously backward as a species largely. The few among us who are the best of us never get the spotlight they deserve and are often lost. "If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not live in vain." We break a lot of hearts."

Richard likes Emily Dickinson

Lucifer quirks an eyebrow. "In my experience, the really good ones are known. Perhaps not famous, but the really good ones don't care about that anyway. The people who know them, the people who flock to them because of that goodness tell the story."

His mind instantly strays to Alex and he lets out a soft chuckle, "What about the ones that stalk the bad ones? That try to reform the bad ones." His smile is soft and genuine, "That's a real sort of goodness. Even if it's absolutely futile."

He orders a drink and sips on it, mentally toasting to Alex in his mind.

"It's definitely futile if the bad ones don't want to reform," Lucifer says immediately. Then he hums and waves another round over. "If they do, however, well... I don't know. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't." On bad days, he thinks it's futile. Pointless. That he'll never be better. That he can only cause pain. On slightly better days, however - well, like now, for instance. He just really doesn't want it to be futile.

"It can't hurt, anyway, to have someone around who believes it isn't," he finally adds, thinking about how many times Chloe has brought him back from the brink. "Well, maybe, it can hurt them.

"...They don't deserve it." He's thinking of Coralee and Alex, Alex most of all, "The pain we cause them. Or the pain they cause us."

He tosses his back, "It's weird. I've been both. The one causing pain and the one being caused pain. This is good liquor."

"Is it so weird?" Lucifer snorts faintly. That's always how it goes, isn't it?

"Anyway, I agree they don't deserve it. They deserve - far, far better than -"

Well. Chloe deserves much better than him. He's always believed that. Even told her so, a few times.

"But they can make their own choices, too."

The alcohol is making him feel warm and pleasant and hell, if Satan truly knows his sins...

He shrugs, "My wife...I always thought I was too damn lucky to have her." His eyes grow wet, "I was willing to overlook everything for her. She cheated on me, she fought with me. She was adamant about us having children even though I have a child. And that..."

He shakes his head, "So she abandoned me, and Alex just follows me, like I matter. You have someone like that?"

"I seem to have several someones," Lucifer says thoughtfully. "Back home, my therapist, Linda, she was the first human I revealed myself to. She nearly died once because of me. And yet, she chooses not only to treat me, but to be my friend."

The alcohol is very good. And strong. Super strong.

"Ella, who should have every reason to doubt me, especially now that she's here and seen my devil face, seems to be fine with it. And the Detective - Chloe. I wouldn't have any of them without her. She tells me she loves me. Me."

You know. The Devil. Satan. Blah blah blah.

"...Congratulations." Richard bites down on the instant holy shit the devil has a girlfriend because he has a little bit of self control, "Sincerely. That sounds like something anybody needs but especially you."

He grips the table briefly, "...Tell me about her. "The Detective"."

Right? It’s pretty wild.

“She’s incredible,” he says, immediately and eagerly. “Clever, funny, makes bad guys tremble in their murderous shoes, has absolutely atrocious taste in music…”

He takes another drink. “And more than anything else, she’s good. She believes in second chances.”

Obviously.

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