eyemind | time isn't real and the party is always } network + action

[hey, it’s a jack video! and she is grinning with excitement, because she has something cool to show you.]

So. Time is a construct, right? But it’s a pretty important one to a lot of us. We mark the passage of time in cycles, with celebrations, and I’m guessing most of us have missed at least one birthday, favorite holiday, or anniversary since we’ve been on this long, strange trip. For me, it’s been four birthdays since I was home. Not that I did a whole lot for my birthday, but it was still nice to take myself out for ice cream and check the box for surviving another year.

[the video feed flips around to show the observation room/lucifer’s bar, tastefully decorated with sparkly silver streamers and balloons. as jack slowly pans the camera across the room, you’ll see tables have been brought in and are loaded up with a variety of foods, an assortment of drinks, and of course a nice big cake.]

Anyway, whatever it is you’ve missed, we’re celebrating it - right now. So get thee to the observation room! If nothing else, you can celebrate an unbirthday with the rest of us.

[have a party mingle! or you can talk to jack on network, if you really want. feel free to assume your involvement with party setup, making food, etc. and have a good time!]

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[a flash of protectiveness for his partner webs its way across jon’s chest. making fun of him is one all-too-familiar thing, but taking a shot at murmur - which is how jon interprets lucifer’s comments - is something else entirely. even if this is standard siblingesque ribbing, ~~mr spider~~ jon doesn’t like it.

no need to apologize for him, jon reassures murmur via the mental link, he can do that himself, though i don’t expect he would. and you do know you don’t have to put up with this, right?]

Luckily, Mr. Morningstar, I happen to be accustomed to dealing with Entities far more overwhelming than angels and devils. [yep, that means you!] But for the record, your “brother from a different father” has been nothing but lovely.

[jon pauses for a moment, purely for effect, then asks in a completely innocent manner:]

How is your father these days?

[jon can be a bit of a shit too. 🙃]

Oh, lovely, that's good to know.

[ You're both just giving him so much ammunition. ]

And it's 'brother from another mother', gosh, we have to work on your idioms, Murmur. And before you say it - [ He holds up a quelling hand to his fellow angel. ] - I know you don't technically have a mother, it just sounds better.

[ Lucifer, of course, does have a mother, thankyouverymuch. But now all his attention is turned to Jon at that question. ]

Oh, not so timid after all, are we? Respect. [ Brave enough to go right for the daddy issues. He can appreciate that. ] I'm sure my Father is fine. He's God, after all. But we haven't spoken in a few millennia, perhaps you heard about that time He kicked me out of Heaven. That sort of thing doesn't tend to foster good father-son relations.

[Jon's reaction earns a puzzled look from the angel. Echoing that look is a mixture of confusion and awkward pleasure at being defended. Mostly confusion. Out of the two of them Murmur was the one more easily described as timid, and he was decidedly unaccustomed to having anyone have his back.

It's alright, I assure you if his banter bothered me I wouldn't tolerate it.

Really, it was quite okay. Far better than the usual way Celestials treated each other. He'd argue that Jon hadn't seen angels at their worst, but it was a moot point so he let it drop. Especially since Jon chose that moment to prod a delicate topic. He shifted, just barely, where he could put a wing between the two should the need arose. Unnecessary as it likely was, Murmur felt protective of Jon. Thankfully Lucifer took it in stride.

Murmur did open his mouth to make his pedantic protest, then closed it and decided that his drink was better commentary.

In fact, he's just not going to verbally comment on any of this. Jon can defend himself just fine, and so can Lucifer.

They're getting on swimmingly. Will the universe open up and swallow him already?]

[jon wouldn't really know about father-son relationships; his own father died when he was two years old and thus too young to remember him. guess he'll just have to take lucifer's word for it.]

Mm, yes, I do seem to recall hearing something about a celestial-sized tantrum quite a while back. I suppose some parents have a more authoritarian style than others when it comes to dealing with their unruly children.

[jon's probably on thin ice here and he knows it. but no one ever accused jonathan sims of making good choices in his life. no one should be surprised he's sassing the actual devil.]

Indeed, kicking their children into Hell for all eternity seems a perfectly reasonable response to a tantrum.

[ Oh yeah, he's pushing some buttons now. Lucifer almost spits a few of those words, though it's not really directed at Jon, per se. He's just... you know. Tapping into those issues. ]

[By now even Murmur's starting to grow uncomfortable with the topic at hand, and he was never a favorite by any stretch of the imagination.]

I think that is quite enough. It is hardly necessary to revisit our Creator's tendency for neglect and cruelty.

[He's about ready to nope entirely out of this conversation quite honestly. Lucifer may have suffered the heaviest blow overall for the whole Rebellion thing, but they all suffered.]

If you'll both excuse me, I have a task to finish.

[And some goddess wine to drink to wash out the bad taste of this interaction.]

[oops. he’s crossed a line, hasn’t he, and he didn’t intend to with murmur. jon’s actually never seen murmur retreat like this, even with the embarrassment of his accidental attempt to kill jon all those months ago. all of the heat that’s built up in jon’s chest instantly freezes into a heavy lump as he watches murmur depart.

jon could try to go after the angel, or even reach out via the mental link, but he doesn’t. he’s afraid that he’s shattered whatever amicable feelings have been growing between them since he woke from cryo, and he’s afraid to confirm if his suspicion is correct.

so jon does what is his habit - he lets murmur go, and he shoves down his disquieted feelings, far from the light of day. mustn’t let the mask slip, after all. any show of weakness could prove fatal. he’ll take his leave of lucifer now as well.]

Mm, I suppose I’ll leave you to it, then, [he says, coolly, and gives the devil a parting nod.]

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