event } you can jive

[seeingyou]

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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[dealwiththe]

Lucifer’s face lights up with surprise and delight at her words. “Detective,” he breathes, the mental images flooding his mind threatening to distract him entirely.

“I never realized you have such a naughty mind.” His straight-laced, by-the-book Detective, who always made such a show of being grossed out whenever he so much as mentioned his sex life early in their partnership - well, his surprise is genuine!

He gives her a squeeze. “I thought you might want dinner first,” he adds. Like, an actual, proper date. Which they’ve never really done. He’s never done.

[devilsheel]

Chloe's a bit smug and satisfied at the reaction she'd gotten out of him. It's always fun to keep him on his toes, to say or do something that will make him do a doubletake. She beams up at him, pleased with herself.

"Dinner? Good thing you're almost always hungry, mm? I would love to have dinner with you," she responds, hand slipping out of his jacket but not without giving his side a squeeze back.

With the bartender off at the other end of the bar and the two of them not seemingly paying attention to anything or anyone other than one another, Chloe goes to get her drink back with the intention of bringing it with her to wherever they go for their meal. She startles then as she almost bumps into a man she doesn't recognize, apologizing, reaching for her drink and not noticing the way it oddly fizzes more than it should.

"Shall we?" The drink is lifted, her attention turning back to her date, eyes raised to his as she's about to get in an innocent sip.

Does this place have anywhere that might sell a delicious steak dinner? One has to wonder.

[dealwiththe]

"Wonderful, because I have a reservation all set, and, as much as I can't wait to take that dress off you, I'd also love to show you off a bit," he says, and he is thoroughly distracted by her, but - there's something off about her drink when she grabs it up again.

In one swift movement, he swipes the glass from her fingers, tossing the contents directly onto the floor. "Oops," he murmurs, and then he makes a beeline for the retreating back of the man who bumped into her. "One moment," he calls over his shoulder to her.

The guy - probably some sort of alien, though they look mostly human - has just stepped outside when Lucifer grabs him, slamming him up against the building. "It's not polite to spike a lady's drink without her permission," he growls. His eyes flash red.

[devilsheel]

She's left there frowning at where he'd tossed her drink, looking between the splashed liquid to the empty glass on the counter off to where he was striding. What? Oops? "Lucifer!" he's called after, though he's responded already.

Chloe remains where she is, arms folding under her chest, and she decides to then wave down the bartender to order a fresh gin and tonic. Best to wait for him to return, which she knows won't take long. Meanwhile ... the alien under the guise of a human form grunts as his back hits the brick wall. Although the red eyes flashing don't frighten him, he holds his three fingered hands up in defense.

"She was with you? I—I didn't know! I swear!"

[dealwiththe]

Some of them may not frighten quite as easily, but many of them do, as Lucifer has found.

"She belongs to herself," he growls, his face beginning to change. "You'd do well to remember this moment, next time you think about doing something like that."

The guy squeals in fear then, and Lucifer gives him a sort of shove down the street as his face changes back to its usual look and he smooths his hair down almost automatically before stepping back inside the bar.

"Ah, there you are," he says when he spots her. "Right, where were we? Oh yes! Dinner reservations. Shall we?"

[devilsheel]

Chloe slowly narrows her eyes at him. "I never left." She was right where he'd left her, a fresh gin and tonic in hand.

A gesture then to wherever he'd gone off. "What was that about? You went off pretty quick to deal with...whatever that was?"

[dealwiththe]

"Oh, he spiked your drink," Lucifer says cheerily. "I had to make sure he wasn't planning to do it to anyone else."

He offers her his elbow. "That's the second time I've caught someone doing that. This planet is quite lawless."

[devilsheel]

"He did what?" Yet she's taking the arm that's offered, sliding her hand over it. They get three steps in before she's making a face up at him. "Did he seriously spike my drink? He tried to roofie me?"

[dealwiththe]

"Apparently even aliens aren't free of the concept," Lucifer agrees. "You'd think they'd at least have, if not better morals, then slightly different ones, but no."

He points up the street a bit, where - indeed, it looks like there's a very classy restaurant up there, in walking distance from the bar.

"There it is. I asked for a lot of opinions about it but almost everyone kept saying just be yourself or some nonsense. If you don't like the look of it, we can go somewhere else."

[devilsheel]

Chloe continues to quietly bristle over the fact that some bloody alien tried to roofie her drink, walking alongside Lucifer as they head for the restaurant that he'd pointed out. She has a lot more to say on the matter of being roofied but she knows she also shouldn't let that ruin the date night that's clearly been planned.

"Wait, do you mean 'almost everyone' as in you'd asked around on Navi?" She cuts a look between him and the restaurant. "It looks—nice—yeah! I'm sure I won't have any complaints. All I'm looking for is a nice steak dinner and a nice night out with you."

[dealwiththe]

“Yes, well, I needed some outside opinions,” he says after a moment. “We are on an alien planet. And this is my first time doing this properly.”

He pauses outside the door, taking her hand in his. Looking at her with something akin to adoration. But words sort of fail him, and he stammers a bit.

“Anyway, I think this place has… something like steak. A non-Earth beef equivalent, if you will.”

[devilsheel]

She tilts her head, curious at the way he's looking at her, taking it in because there's been a few times before where she's seen that same expression on his face. It brings a smile to her lips. Is he stammering? That's... kind of cute.

Chloe squeezes his hand. "Well, whatever they have I'm sure I'll enjoy it." Because this will be a first for them, and this time he won't be able to stand her up. "And don't worry, you're doing everything right."

[dealwiththe]

"Oh, right, good," he says with a huff of a laugh. "You'll want to tell me if that changes."

He is just... so eager to please her. To show her a good and proper date, like a good and proper boyfriend. "This is another first for me, as well," he adds once they're seated at a nice, quiet table for two.

"The first time I've had to sing for my supper," he teases, nodding at a stage that's set up at one end, where clearly there is live music sometimes. "Did a whole set the other night for this meal."

[devilsheel]

“Is that where you disappeared to?” She looks over to the stage, brows lifted, and then back across to him. “I had wondered…”

Chloe is actually kind of impressed. This whole change in multiverses or space travel, it’s new for her. Maybe even him as well. The fact that he’s here and has no access to the unlimited amounts of money that he would back home, that he would have to sing for their meal.

“Did you draw a big crowd?”

[dealwiththe]

Luckily, their current stopover is a place that is perfectly-suited to his talents and charms, and he's never really needed money to get what he wants. He's Lucifer bloody Morningstar, after all.

"Of course, this is me we're talking about," he says with a grin. "I could sing one for you if you like, but I know you're not really one for the spotlight."

He's a very considerate Devil.

[devilsheel]

"Of course," she returns with an eyeroll, and yet she's smiling. "I'm not, you know me so well, but if you did go up there and sing for me... what would you sing?"

Chloe's kind of curious, now that their relationship is more stable and solid.

[dealwiththe]

Lucifer tilts his head in thought. "If you refused to give me any suggestions, you mean," he says lightly, but then he thinks about it for a moment. He knows a lot of songs, obviously, and suddenly he's taking this little challenge very seriously. What would he sing for her, right here and right now?

Well, obviously it would be a sweet 90's jam.

Soon, he hums a couple of bars, then croons to her, "All my life, I've prayed for someone like you / And I thank God that I've finally found you / All my life, I've prayed for someone like you / And I hope that you feel the same way too..."

[devilsheel]

Chloe watches him while he falls quiet to give it some thought. She bites her lip, curious yet amused, reaching for the glass of water already set for when they’d arrived. He begins to hum then as she’s taking a sip, and Jesus, she nearly chokes on the swallow as the lyrics come.

Well, that sure is a sweet 90s jam if she ever heard it.

Clearing her throat, fingers pressed to her lips as she collects herself, she may as well respond on a quieter note, the lyrics half-sung softly, “ … Baby
/ Said I promise to never fall in love / With a stranger / You're all I'm thinking of / I praise the Lord above / For sending me your love… ” — and then she leans back in her chair, chewing the inside of her cheek, face a little warm because she only ever really sings for Trixie.

[dealwiththe]

His expression is that soft, affectionate look he only ever gives to her. He smiles, reaching for her hand across the table and bringing it to his lips, kissing her palm almost reverently.

"You..." He trails off, and there may be a glitter of mirth in his eyes. "...are a terrible singer."

[devilsheel]

She loves it when he looks at her in that way, absolutely loves it. She especially loves when he kisses her so openly, doesn’t matter what part of the body, kisses so gently, lovingly.

Suddenly Chloe bursts out laughing, head tilting back. “And that is why I only sing when Trixie asks.”

Cheekily she gives his cheek a smart tap.

[dealwiththe]

“A performance only a wretched dependent could love,” Lucifer teases, keeping his grip on her hand so he can kiss her wrist.

“I can overlook your tin ear in favor of your other qualities,” he adds, teasing.