eyemind | you're riding with me.

WHO: OPEN to all passengers.
WHAT: General mingle log for the first part of the month, including new partner pairing stuff.
WHERE: Navi, all over.
WHEN: Now until the next event (Dec. 6-19).
WARNINGS: If things get messy and/or upsetting, please put warnings in your comment subject lines! And if you absolutely can't keep from strangling your new partner, please report it on the death page.

Hello, passengers! Today begins just like normal, but it’s far from an ordinary day. On this fine point in space-time, passengers will notice a little something different when it comes to the glyphs marked on the backs of their hands.

They're glowing. The light is a deep shade of blue, and it's slowly blinking on and off. Maybe it's searching for something? It's entirely possible, because affected passengers will also feel a gentle tugging sensation that stops once they've come face to face with their partners. The glyph will switch to glowing a steady blue once partners are synced with each other, and they'll be able to communicate telepathically with each other, too.

Have fun getting to know each other a little better! Or, you know. Yelling at each other. Just try to keep the murder to a minimum, OK?

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As far as Mammon is concerned it is an early morning like any other. He isn't considering the fact that he feels less aware of Shaun than before. Maybe that's general grogginess -- he feels a little slower as he sits up in bed, ignoring the glyph flashing blue on his hand. He could worry about that later, once he'd woken up fully and eased into his day.

Upon rising he reaches to pull on his clothes before realizing that they need a good wash. With a sigh, he switches to his demonic form for coverage and gathers his outfit up in a bundle. At least you didn't have to pay for the washing machines here, laundromats were such a rip-off. (Note to self: look into setting up a laundromat back in the Devildom.) Navi was a good vacation, all things considered. It gets boring here at times, but he can't complain too much.

"Outta my way," he murmurs as he beelines toward the laundry area, eyes fixed on an empty washing machine. "This is all mine."

Maybe he'll get a snack from the kitchen, he thinks as he chucks his clothes in the washing machine and sprinkles some soap on them. He wasn't a completely terrible cook, he could whip up something half-decent. What was it with people around here shirking off their cooking duties, anyway?

Edited 2020-12-08 08:51 (UTC)

Having had the time to get used to being an unwilling passenger, mostly (does one ever get used to that?), Lady tries to treat it like any other morning. Which consists mostly of double-checking her weapons squirreled away in her closet. Some would call the action paranoid, but she considers it a necessary task. She doesn’t question any of the other passengers on their daily rituals anyway and hers is completed in the privacy of her room.

What she doesn’t do is check her right hand for any changes that were talking about in that weird message when she woke up. It’s been long enough with no change anyway that the glyph is farther from her mind than just getting started with her day. Which after considering how long she’s been wearing the same outfit is probably going to consist of her wandering in a towel while she waits for the laundry to be done.

She’s just not counting on having a white-haired loudmouth practically running her down to beat her to the washing machine. Talk about rude, but at least he didn’t bowl her over and send her clothes flying. There was that small mercy. She doesn’t stomp exactly, but there is a determined way as she approaches her red combats boots coming to a halt when she reaches the door.

Lady can be surprisingly fast for a human her dirty clothes forgotten as she closes the distance between her and the demon before the knife from her boot held to his throat. “Don’t move demon.”

Edited 2020-12-12 19:34 (UTC)

Wait, what was this? Is that a knife? Is someone trying to mug him? For what, the washing machine? "I was here first!" he says indignantly. Sure, he might have gotten there by pushing past others, but he had claimed the machine.

He grabs for her hand, intending to pry her fingers open and make her drop the knife. "What're ya gonna do, stab me for the washer?"

Yes, it's a knife. That's usually something basic enough for most demons to know. Snorting Lady shakes her head at his claim over the washing machine. Please like that was the only problem here.

"I wouldn't if I were you." Oh no she's not having any of that. She shifts her hand in so the blade presses more firmly into his skin. Under normal circumstances things wouldn't have gotten even this far she would have just blasted him, but her guns are still in her room. Pity too. "Stabbing you for being a demon isn't reason enough?"

He knows perfectly well what a knife is, what he doesn't know is why one is at his throat when all he wanted was to wash his jeans. Rarely does basic cleaning result in punishment, in Mammon's experience.

"Or what?" Well, now he's doubling down and pulling on her hand even harder, pulling her forward against his back so he can better control her movement. "Ya don't even know who you're messin' with, do ya?"

It probably doesn't result in punishment. But is very focused on wiping out all of demonkind. Call it a pet project of hers that she's been working on for the last ten years.

If he wants her closer that's fine. She presses her other hand onto his shoulder and jumps wrapping her legs around his torso ignoring the scrapes of pain along her skin from his wings. She's had worse but this position does give her more room to fight back in keeping the knife in place. "Knowing what you are is enough for me."

This is not how that was supposed to go! Lady jumps on his back and Mammon flexes his wings to force her away, simultaneously backing into the wall. Maybe if he presses her into it she'll get lightheaded and let go?

Now that she's pinned he can focus on disarming her, trying to pry his fingers on the knife handle under hers. "I didn't even do anything yet!"

"Doesn't matter all your kind does is destroy." She bites the words out as she works to put some space back between her at the wall. Her fist arching toward his face while she tries to keep him from getting a grip on her knife. Going unarmed around a demon just screamed bad idea on all levels.

"What're ya talkin' about? I'm washing my clothes!" Clearly he is capable of doing something besides destroying things. His focus is still on the knife and her fist connects with his cheek. It hurts but it gives him the opening to spread his wings and, hopefully, fling her off him.

Which if she'd actually stop to think about it instead of acting is reason enough to stand down. But has a bad habit of acting first and thinking later when it comes to demons. His spreading his wings catches her a little off guard and she hisses as the spikes connect with flesh again. The act doesn't fling her off exactly but she does land just this side of gracefully in a crouch.

"Jerk."

"You're the jerk!"

She's off and that's all he needs. Mammon turns tail and runs, tearing down the hallway and off to hide or, hopefully, barricade himself in his room. Getting sliced up is not what he wants to deal with today! At least when that happens back home he's usually done something wrong first!

"And you're a coward." And here she thought Sid was the only cowardly demon she'd ever come across and not two in a little more than as many months. She chases after him but she doesn't expect him to be quite so fast, and she's faced plenty of fast demons. She's either getting old or she's severely underestimated him that he easily escapes when he reaches the stairs up.

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