event } you're never gonna fit in much, kid.

[seeingyou]

WHO: Open to all passengers.
WHAT: Teen time!
WHERE: Anywhere on Navi.
WHEN: The next two weeks (Sept. 11-25).
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if your teen angst includes a body count, please report it on the death page.

When Navi wanders through this particular nebular cloud, you may find yourself feeling sleepy. Wouldn’t a nap be fantastic right now? Of course it would be. Treat yourself - you deserve it.

When you wake, however … that’s perhaps less of a treat. Where are you? (Or maybe who are you?) How did you get here? And why, when you look in the mirror, do you look so much older than you remember?

Comments

[albatrossomen]

Non-mortal didn't exactly mean human but he wasn't going to be more pedantic than he already is. For now. Did he touch a nerve? Who could say. Clearly he didn't notice.

"With that in mind I suppose asking for some kind of direction wouldn't be entirely out of place? Or would it? Without Uriel this places you in charge." Thrones don't do well without orders. He will absolutely defer to Lucifer. Sorry buddy.

[dealwiththe]

The only nerve touched is his mention of Uriel, which gets something odd to flicker in Lucifer’s eyes - but only briefly, in passing, and then he’s got his hands up, taking a step back.

“Oh, no. Nope, nope, I’m not in charge of anything or anyone on this mystery cruise liner. You’re on your own. Don’t follow me around, don’t spy on me, don’t ask me what you should do with your time. The kitchen is that way -“ He points. “The observation deck with the good booze is that way, just don’t touch my piano. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to check and make sure my girlfriend hasn’t regressed to before she was my girlfriend. It’d be bloody inconvenient after everything we’ve been through to get to this point.”

[albatrossomen]

While Murmur, perceptive as he is, did catch the flicker he had no basis upon which to think to question it. Nor belief in it being his place. Another time, perhaps, or perhaps not. It might be best to let some secrets stay secrets.

He seemed to regard Lucifer with a degree of solemn severity. He tilted his head to the side, just faintly, in an uncannily unnatural way before...

The air around him seemed to suck in like a vacuum, all at once, as though someone had popped open one of the airlocks and decided to just depressurize the entire ship. With a sound like thunder that caused poor Navi to shudder and power to flicker dangerously he was gone.

Murmur hadn't yet learned his manners on not moving about like a force of nature. It would seem he took Lucifer's words as a command. He'll not be troubling him for the remainder of this little problem.