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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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"I think I'd like your world," Lucifer comments lightly. Well, parts of it, anyway.

"Alas for no rainbow unicorns - but I'll take just being drunk. I can't usually get drunk at all. I guess I just have a preternatural metabolism."

"Ain't that a damn shame." Persephone can't count how long she's been drunk for at this point. What had the poet said? 'And Lady Persephone's blinded by a river of wine, livin' in oblivion.' He weren't wrong when he'd said it and back home Persephone had had enough of drinking and being drunk all the time. She couldn't do it when it came to the Poet and the Songbird--Persephone owes them far more than that. But here when home was literally a million miles away? Well, at that point pour the wine cause Persephone ain't dealin' with all of this sober.

So, Persephone just hands over the flask with something that is definitely a smirk.

"It really is," Lucifer says emphatically. "There have been a few points over the last several years when I really could've used a nice, proper bender."

He takes a swig from the flask, his eyebrows shooting up at both the taste and the punch it packs.

"Dearie me, that is quite the snifter. So is this how you endure the long months in the Underworld? Or is yours nicer than mine?"

Persephone just watches him in an entirely amused factor as he takes his sip, and she chuckles softly, though not unkindly. It's always interesting to her to see how people stand it, and who goes back to it for a second sip. There's a reason that when she's giving some to mortals (and whatever the hell the boy is, considering how is mama is a muse) she tends to mix it in other things that they're drinking; normally plain o'le wine. Still, she doesn't reach for it back instead, raising a finger to the bar man to make her a drink. Something big and strong of course.

"Used ta be." It's soft when it's said. "But my man has decided that he needs to change it so I don't keep on leavin' him when it ain't like I have a choice." Six months used to be enough, but then it changed, and that emptiness inside of him got bigger and bigger and nothin' was filling it up. "So he turned it into a hell of walls and factories and mines."

Lucifer considers that for a moment. His face turns to a slight grimace even just thinking about it.

“That doesn’t sound like an improvement,” he says finally. “No offense to either of you, but - well, frankly, I’d rather endure eternity alone in Hell than even consider forcing my girlfriend to spend any time there.”

He takes another swig from the flask, since he’s still got it. “Maybe it’d be different if she wasn’t human. But I doubt it.”

He’d never wish Hell on anyone he cares about.

"It weren't like I didn't chose it. And him. I always chose him eventually, even if I hate the terms of the contract that I'd signed with him. Sometimes love blinds you ta things that you'd normally think were a bad idea." Like letting him put it in writing that he can come and get her when he choices too, and keeping her late. At the time it'd been romantic, and it'd worked for literal ions before the other gods had started dying out and there were so few of them left. With them gone, their powers had fallen to those who remained--not only the powers but the responsibility that had gone with it.

If Persephone didn't go up on top, then the humans would die. Humans and their beliefs were what gave the gods their power, and if there weren't any humans then eventually, Persephone would be nothing more than a shade like the rest of them in the underworld. She's got no intention of doing that.

But Persephone touches her hair for a moment, the stones still in the thick mass of it. "He tries to make it like the world up top, but it just ain't the same."

"A contract?" Lucifer grimaces at the very thought. "I can't even imagine what the Detective would do if I asked her to sign a contract to outline the parameters of our relationship."

“Our lady of ways, our lady of means.” Persephone sings it softly, a familiar refrain from her time in her speakeasy where she gives out the world above and the waters of the Lethe when things just got to be too damn much for them. “The contract was started to protect me. To protect us actually. If I weren’t legally bound to the Underworld then my Mama or my Daddy could claim that they didn’t give permission and take me back the Garden. Things just changed over the millennia that past and now with so many of the gods gone, he thinks if he doesn’t bring me home sooner and keep me there longer he’s gonna lose me too.”

There’s a pause and Persephone’s hand goes to the flask and she tips it back into her mouth and drinks of it for an impossible amount of time before she speaks again “your Detective would probably shoot ya for it.”

Lucifer has to agree with that. "Wouldn't be the first time, not that I'm keen to repeat the experience. She's quite a good shot."

Persephone raises a brow at that, and she just looks at him askance before she speaks. "You can be hurt with a mortal weapon?"

"Only when the Detective is around," Lucifer says simply, a statement of fact and one that he's used to by now. "She's always made me vulnerable."

"Seems like there's a bit of a story there, brother." And Persephone loves stories, even if they don't repeat themselves.

Maybe especially ones that don't repeat themselves.

"Only a bit," Lucifer says, shrugging. "She's special. A... miracle. She's also immune to my mojo."

"I'm assuming that you mean a literal miracle then. Gods gifted." There's a pause and she offers him her flask back as she corrects herself. "Or God gifted in your universe."

"Her existence is a direct result of my Father's intervention, yes," Lucifer says. The knowledge doesn't upset him anymore, though he's still far from thanking the Almighty for giving him such a gift, if that is indeed what the Detective was intended to be.

He'll probably never know for sure, and he's learning to be okay with that.

Persephone is someone who is all too familiar with the way that family can stick their noses in where they don't belong. Hell, she's been there so many times that there's a whole mythology full of them. When your Daddy's Zeus you definitely can understand someone else's being like that.

"Weird how it makes it possible for you to be killed though. Sounds like a right Pandora's box there. Or some kind of test."

"Oh, trust me, I spent a lot of time trying to work out why He did it," Lucifer says wryly. "And kept her at arm's length, which made neither of us happy. Eventually, I realized I needed to decide what was more important: trying to work out my Father's schemes, or her. It's always been her."

The determination and dedication to his partner makes Persephone smile a soft little smile. Orpheus and Eurydice had reminded her about young love, almost making her believe in it even if she wasn't able to crack through the stone around her husband's heart. But she's glad that Lucifer isn't letting his father screw things up for him.

"The best thing to do really, when the Gods meddle where they ain't wanted. Focus on what this," Persephone lightly brushes the pads of her fingers against his chest for a second. "Is telling ya, and forget all the rest. Which I know ya'll are doing but always remember it when things start gettin' hard." It's something that Persephone wished someone had told her, but she just supposes that's what happens when you run off to the Underworld and elope and piss off your entire family.

It's... well, it's something to keep in mind. And yeah, it might be obvious, he might already know it, but that doesn't mean it's not good to hear sometimes, from others.

He gives Persephone an uncharacteristically serious sort of look.

"I'm trying," he admits quietly. "Trying to be worthy of her."

For a moment, Persephone just meets his eyes, and they soften as she nods slowly. That feels familiar as well, and in this instant, Persephone can feel the warmth of foundries on her skin, and the glare of neon runs it's fingers against her mind's eye. Her fingers touch his face in a way that's very much motherly, and her voice has soft twinge when she says: "ain't nothing me or anyone else can say that'll be enough to make you believe that. Not even you're detective. But you have to find what it is that makes ya worthy in your own eyes before you lose sight of what you got in front of you for what you think it's gotta be."

The touch surprises him a little, and he can feel - well, something - from her, that is relatable, in a way, and strange, but probably has something to do with their shared marks.

"You may have a point," he admits after a moment, breaking the touch and attempting to lighten the mood with a faint smile. "My therapist would call it 'self-sabotage'."

"Sounds like that's 'bout right." Cause that's what her husband does too. Any time things look like they may be getting better, he does somethin' stupid like add more neon or take something (someone) she cares for as a punishment. "Guess ya better figure on which one's gonna win."

Lucifer smiles faintly. "Well, my money is usually on the Detective. She hasn't given up on me yet, for some reason."

"Sounds like ya should take some of that for yourself. Ain't gotta give the self doubt up, and ya aren't gonna be able to do it anyway. But trust that she loves ya, and that she ain't changing that no matter what you think you do to deserve it."

"That's far easier said than done," Lucifer points out lightly. "Unconditional love doesn't apply to me. Dad made sure I knew that, a long time ago."

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