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.

Comments

[dealwiththe]

"Ooh, not a bad selection," says a British accent from behind him. Not that Lucifer is British, he just sounds like it. "Hope you're planning to share with the class. Only a dullard drinks alone, after all."

[imarealistnotacynic]

Richard blinks. For a moment his head and his ability is thrown off and he feels an overwhelming press of information on his temples. He lets it go and blinks, "You're welcome to..."

Interesting. Richard's features pique and he smirks.

"Is it safe to drink with the devil?"

He's kidding.

"I'm excited by the prospect."

[dealwiththe]

“Depends on what you mean by safe,” Lucifer says jovially. “Your sobriety is certainly in danger but I suspect that was already the case.”

He knows a man with the weight of the universe on his shoulders when he sees one.

“Strand, isn’t it? The one with the musically-inclined demons?”

[imarealistnotacynic]

The one with the musically inclined demons.

Strand's features don't fall but a bit of the wind goes out of his sails, "Yes. Alex and Simon must have filled you in at some point."

His teeth set, "I guess it's a good break. Being here, in the middle of the cosmos."

[dealwiththe]

"Your friend Miss Reagan expressed a desire to have me come to your reality to give the demons there what-for, yes," Lucifer says easily, ignoring any discomfort Strand might be radiating. "But for better or worse, I have my own version of Hell to manage, whenever I get back."

But he's not going to let himself think too hard about that. Not here and now. Not when he's got a date with the Detective to look forward to.

"But that's for future me to deal with. We're on vacation now, eh? Time to let loose, have some fun!"

[imarealistnotacynic]

It's somehow both cavalier and enduring. He has always equated Lucifer with Loki, the sort of trickster creature, the fallen angel who became the antithesis to the church. For God? God had to have made him, he in his own way despised him but he also had his work to do.

All cultures had their own takes on it and Richard finds himself relaxing, then looking mildly kerfluffled.

"I'm a curmudgeon. I'm planning to return to the ship with my alcohol, pick up my painting and then ..." What. Drink? Read? See Alex. Face Alex.

"What specifically did Alex tell you? If I can ask."

[dealwiththe]

"That's about as specific as she got," Lucifer says dismissively. If she had provided many more details, he likely would've forgotten them, anyway. He tends not to retain information that's not directly relevant to himself.

Sort of comes with the territory of being a dyed-in-the-wool narcissist.

"Anyway, you can't be telling me you're planning to go back to your gloomy, boring cabin on the gloomy, boring sentient space ship to get drunk all by yourself when you could be here, on this planet, getting drunk with a few hundred of your closest strangers? Maybe getting laid?"

[imarealistnotacynic]

"I'm not the most sociable person outside of certain sorts of functions." He has his own pride to deal with. Chuckling, he sticks his hands into his pockets before he looks uncomfortable, "...I'm -"

Good god. Getting laid. One face floats to the forefront of his mind and he blinks at it, "I'm not currently in the market for any...companionship."

[dealwiththe]

"That's the great thing about the really big, noisy parties: you don't need to put in any actual effort to socialize. Just walk in and let other people do it for you."

Honestly. Some humans are so boring.

Though Lucifer raises his eyebrows at the off the market comment. "Someone back home? Or are you and Miss Reagan...?" he trails off suggestively. He does seem overly concerned about Miss Alex Reagan, though it's not a good sign if he's still planning to go drink alone.

[imarealistnotacynic]

"Yes but if I'm going to be social I want to be able to contribute to the conversation. My father once said that you shouldn't get in front of a crowd unless you're prepared to speak."

Translation: He wants people to listen to him.

His sincerity gets no further as he blinks and adjusts his glasses. Yes except, "...No. I am married." was married, "I was married. I think I'm still in recovery."

[dealwiththe]

"Then you speak," Lucifer says simply. Ignoring the fact that he has the preternatural ability to get up in front of a group of people and basically say whatever the hell comes into his head and they'll be utterly, completely charmed. His charisma knows no bounds, his attractiveness and charm are not shared by all (or even most) humans.

His eyebrows go up even further, however, and he blinks. "Am married and was married are two very different things, my friend. Speaking as a divorcee myself - there's nothing like a good rebound to aid in the recovery process."

Lucifer you really need to shut up about the time you were married to someone for ten days.

[imarealistnotacynic]

Richard blinks at that, "You were married?" His previous metaphors nonwithstanding he is now curious, "...Dare I ask the who and the how? She - they must have been special."

He adjusts his bottles, studying him, focused.

"I've tried rebounds. They don't really heal." He really loved Coralee, and she betrayed him, "It insults the lady."

[dealwiththe]

"Candy is quite special, yes," Lucifer says with complete honesty (as always). "We met in Vegas, I helped her out of a sticky situation and she helped me. We were married for ten days. I'm still amazed at how long it takes to get an annulment, though."

He waves it off.

"And it's not insulting. There's nothing insulting about two people who desire each other so long as there's no deception involved, no false pretenses. Ladies are perfectly capable of making their own minds up, in my extensive experience."

[imarealistnotacynic]

Was your marriage-

No.

Richard looks kicked, staring at the alcohol before he inhales, "Marriage is built on false pretenses. Well, most relationships are built on false pretenses." He stared at his feet before he shakes it off.

"Ladies are capable. I'm sure you gathered that from Alex. It's just me who's not. I was married for years. She took me in she took my daughter in and..."

And.

"And I am not up to a social bar but I could find a bar to get drunk in."

[dealwiththe]

Lucifer squints at Richard for a moment, then waves him forward. "I can always find a place to drink," he comments mildly, still keeping an eye on the man as they walk.

"Lots of relationships are built on false pretenses, it's true," he says after a moment. "I take it this ex-wife of yours was the betrayer?"

[imarealistnotacynic]

Apparently.

"She-We had a fight. Decades ago. She disappeared and I was framed and arrested for her murder. I was exonerated but that kind of thing obviously affects you."

How to explain that he had no idea until listening to his future here about how that would turn out.

"Lead the way. I'll buy."

[dealwiththe]

"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."

[imarealistnotacynic]

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."

[dealwiththe]

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."

[imarealistnotacynic]

"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?"

[dealwiththe]

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."

[imarealistnotacynic]

"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."

[dealwiththe]

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.

[imarealistnotacynic]

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."

[dealwiththe]

"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."