eyemind | 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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"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?"

"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."

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."

“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.”

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."

"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."

“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?”

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.

"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.

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..."

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.

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."

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.

“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.

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