event } catch the last sunbeam.

[seeingyou]

WHO: All of Navi’s passengers.
WHAT: A winter wonderland visit with your new brainmates.
WHERE: All over Vivamion City - and on Navi, if you want.
WHEN: The next three weeks (Dec. 7-28).
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you get taken out by a super snowball, please report it on the death page.

Gooooood morning passengers! Time to rise and shine - with a very important Navi announcement incoming:

Attention, passengers.
We'll be landing soon on the planet Trelnar,
near Vivamion City.
We'll be docked for three weeks, local time,
which coincides with the city’s annual winter festival.
Should you require any weather-appropriate clothing,
I will handle the bill for your expenses.
Please stand by for atmospheric entry.

Have fun! As Navi said in their message, any passenger who requires a warm winter coat, scarf, hat, gloves, and/or boots before joining the festivities will be able to select such items from one of the shops near the docks, charged to Navi’s account. Passengers will also find a bank counter just past the docking terminal, where your new windfall of Navigems can be exchanged for credits (the universal currency). Try not to spend it all in one place!

Comments

[dealwiththe]

"We could if you wanted to," Lucifer points out with a smile. Flying with the Detective! What a great idea!

Her question, though, has him looking a little confused. "Of course it doesn't bother me. We're interdimensional travelers from all corners of the multiverse, who cares if I have wings? Besides, the only people whose opinions I care about here have already seen them." Referring, of course, to herself and Miss Lopez.

[devilsheel]

“Wait, what?” She’d stopped then, turning to look up at him, the chill leaving a nice rosy flush on her cheeks. Both hands hold her hot drink between them. “Who has seen your wings? Who have you shown them to?”

[dealwiththe]

"Miss Lopez saw them," Lucifer says matter-of-factly. "That's how she found out, when she first arrived on Navi she caught me and Murmur having our... scuffle. Feathers were flying, the Devil face was out in its full glory, it wasn't my finest moment, and she has the luck of - well, me."

Hence, why he'd been so concerned about her reaction. Or...non-reaction, as it were.

"So anyway, that got sorted, and there's no one else I care about enough to be concerned with."

[devilsheel]

Oh, right. That’s right, Ella was now fully aware of everything. Right right right. Feathers. Devil-face. Yep. She’d seen it all. Chloe remembers that talk.

“You don’t care to… I don’t know. Keep all of that to yourself? Or just me and Ella and the… other celestial?”

[dealwiththe]

"We're traveling about on a sentient interdimensional space ship, visiting strange planets and alien races on the reg, darling," Lucifer says with a shrug. "Who cares if I've got wings?"

And then he rolls his shoulders, his wings springing out as if to demonstrate. They make the snow around them look almost dirty by comparison. He holds his hands out to Chloe. "C'mon, we can go right now if you like. I'm more than happy to fly you anywhere you want to go."

[devilsheel]

Chloe’s about to say that she cares that he’s got wings and that he shouldn’t be flashing them around, but there they are. Out in the bloody open. And she sighs.

“You realize there isn’t anywhere we can go, right?” She eyes the extended hands, doesn’t take them, busies herself with her hot drink. However, she won’t shy away from him, stepping forward, glancing up at one of the wings.

[dealwiththe]

Lucifer looks at her, curious. Almost worried. Did he do something wrong? Does she hate his wings? What's the issue here?

"We can just fly. You don't want to see the view from above?"

He quite enjoys flying, and he'd want to share this with her as he shares everything else that he likes.

[devilsheel]

“I mean, sure! It could be fun.” Chewing the inside of her cheek. “What human doesn’t want to fly with an angel and see the world from so high up.”

Chloe takes a breath, takes a long sip of hot chocolate. “Okay, so, how do we, ah, do this? Do I just hold on to my drink and you carry me up? Should I finish my drink first?”

[dealwiththe]

"You'll probably want to finish your drink first, yes," Lucifer says, relaxing a bit. "You won't get sick like Daniel, will you?" That would definitely ruin the mood.

[devilsheel]

“Dan? When did you fly around with Dan?” And what she really wants to ask is: before me?

That hot chocolate gets sipped a little more quickly.

[dealwiththe]

"I didn't fly him anywhere. Roller coaster," Lucifer corrects. "I think I still have one of the t-shirts, actually."

[devilsheel]

“Oh. Roller coaster, okay.” Now she finishes off the drink and goes to the nearby garbage to dispose of it. “I might’ve been a little jealous, thinking you meant you took him flying before me.”

[dealwiththe]

"Would you?" Lucifer looks delighted at the thought - but even more delighted to reach for Chloe, sweeping her into his arms without any effort. "I've only flown Maze - you know, up from Hell. And Amenadiel, once. You are a far more attractive passenger."

He kisses her nose.

"Ready?"

[devilsheel]

“I would, but then it wouldn’t be fair—oh—” She’s unexpectedly swept up, arms automatically going around his neck. Damn his show of strength.

She wrinkles her rosy nose.

“Ready as I’ll ever be. As long as you promise not to drop me.”

[dealwiththe]

“I would never,” Lucifer says, and then they’re off. She’s secure in his arms - of course she has nothing to fear. Lucifer is grinning, laughing even, into her hair as he soars them over the winter festival, letting her get a good look.

[devilsheel]

She may have let out a startled ‘oh, god—’ at some point, maybe after she’d pulled her face away from his cheek where she’d hid it against, just enough to look down at everything passing beneath them—several feet beneath them.

Her fingers twist in the back of his collar, the rush of breath lost with the passing wind, the chill nipping at her cheeks. This is a hell of a lot higher up off the ground than when Michael had taken her up, but she knows Lucifer wouldn’t intentionally drop her. Not unless he wanted to clean up soiled pants.

[dealwiththe]

Oh, she is in no danger of falling, or being dropped. Lucifer has her completely secure in his arms, tucked up against his body as he flies, getting a bit more height.

“View’s quite good, from here,” he says, delighted, lips brushing her ear.

[devilsheel]

“I’m aware of the view,” she answers, breathless almost, tilting her head to press at the ticklish brush of lips to her ear. “I see it, right under us.”

[dealwiththe]

"Having fun?" Lucifer asks, right before doing a corkscrew. He is definitely having fun. It's clear that he loves flying, and he's thoroughly enjoying doing so with Chloe in his arms.

[devilsheel]

About to respond, her response is cut very short. A stifled scream instead is the answer to his question; she wasn’t expecting that. The laugh that follows is breathless, half buried against his cheek.

Chloe peeks an eye out, soft gasp lost with the wind.

“Warn me next time!”

[dealwiththe]

Lucifer just laughs. And a few moments later, he touches down - not far from where he took off, actually - and sets her back on her feet with infinite gentleness.

[devilsheel]

Her feet now flat on the ground, she wobbles on a chuckle as her sense of gravity and balance restores itself, hands holding at his forearms. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”

Chloe smiles up at him, cheeks rosier from the short flight.

[dealwiththe]

“And you’ll have lots of chances to, if you want,” Lucifer says, rubbing a thumb over her cheek affectionately. “We could do it again after dark. I’ll go slow, so you can really enjoy the view.”

Yes, he knows what he just said. Eyebrow wiggle!

[devilsheel]

She gives a quiet snort at the play on words, his specialty, and winks. “Well, it’s been a while since we’ve gone slow, that could be nice.”

[dealwiththe]

Lucifer grins, offering her his arm, every inch the gallant gentleman (albeit with an anticipatory glint in his eyes).

“Whatever you desire,” he murmurs. “Shall we go back to our room and find out how slow I can go before you run out of patience?”

Because she so will.