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entrancelogs2017-03-02 08:16 pm
walkingheroin) wrote in entrancelogs2017-03-02 08:16 pm
Entry tags:
- btvs: spike,
- dragon age: anders,
- good omens: crowley,
- lucifer: lucifer morningstar,
- marvel: billy kaplan,
- the flash: lisa snart,
- the mummy: evelyn carnahan,
- the originals: freya mikaelson,
- the picture of dorian gray: dorian gray,
- the vampire diaries: caroline forbes,
- the vampire diaries: damon salvatore,
- the vampire diaries: elena gilbert,
- the vampire diaries: klaus mikaelson,
- vampire academy: rose hathaway
OTA ; Don't Stop, Make it Pop, DJ Blow My Speakers Up
Who: Lucifer Morningstar and OTA
Where: Deux Lux, Floor 6, Room 66
When: Anytime in March
Rating: TBD, probably PG-13 or so
Summary: Lucifer does what he does almost every other night - he has a party. Shenanigans and conversation ensue. This is essentially a catch-all for March for him. Let me know if you want something specific.
The Story:
[Once the drama of New Years dies down and he's drunk the entirely of his bar two or more times, Lucifer finally reopens his club to the public, seemingly no worse for the wear. He's chatted with a few specific people, reflected (marginally) on himself a bit, and has come to several conclusions.
All of which he'll be keeping to himself for the most part.
That said, he seems a bit brighter than even when he first arrived, as if there's a bit of weight off his shoulders, and he's almost less of a businessman and more of a guest in his own place as the nights continue on. He drinks along with everyone else, dances when he pleases, and plays the piano often, lending his singing voice more than occasionally.
Still, a few things weight on his mind that he'll need to take care of, but on the whole, he's quite chipper and easily approaching....or as approachable as the Devil can be.
That said, he's not seen a whole lot outside of his nightclub or his penthouse up the stairs, which means he might be a little more reclusive still than he first appears...]
Where: Deux Lux, Floor 6, Room 66
When: Anytime in March
Rating: TBD, probably PG-13 or so
Summary: Lucifer does what he does almost every other night - he has a party. Shenanigans and conversation ensue. This is essentially a catch-all for March for him. Let me know if you want something specific.
The Story:
[Once the drama of New Years dies down and he's drunk the entirely of his bar two or more times, Lucifer finally reopens his club to the public, seemingly no worse for the wear. He's chatted with a few specific people, reflected (marginally) on himself a bit, and has come to several conclusions.
All of which he'll be keeping to himself for the most part.
That said, he seems a bit brighter than even when he first arrived, as if there's a bit of weight off his shoulders, and he's almost less of a businessman and more of a guest in his own place as the nights continue on. He drinks along with everyone else, dances when he pleases, and plays the piano often, lending his singing voice more than occasionally.
Still, a few things weight on his mind that he'll need to take care of, but on the whole, he's quite chipper and easily approaching....or as approachable as the Devil can be.
That said, he's not seen a whole lot outside of his nightclub or his penthouse up the stairs, which means he might be a little more reclusive still than he first appears...]
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And humble too. Not too common amongst demons.
[He finishes his drink, using the bottle he brought with him to refill his own glass before he sets it down and pushes the rest of it toward Crowley.]
Relax. You look like you're about to jump out of your own skin.
[Look, he made a snake joke. He's hilarious. (unsure)]
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[H i l a r i o u s .
But he's not sure if he should laugh, so he doesn't, then he lets out a quick and nervous-sounding half-giggle that he can't keep from escaping. Well, bless it. He picks the bottle up and pours himself a glass.]
Is thissss the part where we have a heart to heart chat, and you tell me you're not really all that bad? Because I have to tell you, I only tagged on to the end of the mass walkout because I had nowhere better to be. We never really met.
[Sip.]
And it was better than hanging around while Michael sssputtered through his apoplexy. That guy needs some ssserious help with his anger issues.
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[Which is the whole point of being at a club.]
Ah, no. Spare me that, please. I have enough emotional chats to deal with in the coming days, thank you very much. Whoever your Devil was, I'm not him, so it's not exactly my place to tell you what he was like, now is it? I'd like to be judged as my own being, thank you very much. I'll provide him the same courtesy.
[Lucifer's nose wrinkles up at the mention of Michael.]
The same could be said for many of my siblings, honestly. It can be quite fun to see them lose it, however. It really ruffles their feathers.
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[Crowley straightens, and this time grows visibly more sober under his own volition. He taps his finger against the side of his glass and there's a certain sharpness about him now, not dulled by a thick fuzz of alcohol. He's still wary, but now it's all about testing his boundaries, here.
And that is something that he has always been very good at.]
You're already doing better than him - he's said as many words to me in six thousand years as you've said in the past five minutes.
[Not that word volume is any indicator of whether a person is going to be good company, but Crowley's Adversary doesn't really put aside time to make idle conversation with his underlings.]
He's more action-orientated when he gets moving. You know-- earthquakes, oversized hands cracking up out of the ground... [He makes a small gesture.] Very dramatic.
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[He's kind of offended by it, really. He was trying to be his own man, to be judged for his own actions and not what some balding idiot had written in some book to be translated over and over until it was nigh on recognizable on top of being inaccurate. Except for that the other versions of The Devil seemed to be making that as difficult on him as possible.]
I can't lie, I have a flair for the dramatic myself, but there are far better ways to get attention than making a mess.
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[Should he have said that? Maybe not, and he feels the faintest drop in the pit of his stomach that gets neatly pushed aside by how emboldened he is beginning to feel by this conversation. He purses his lips, just a little, and considers the drink in his hand as if seeing it in an entirely new light.]
It's a pity you can't get drunk, you know. I've really come to enjoy it.
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[He lets out one single boisterous laugh, smacking Crowley solidly on the back in good humor. Except he's the Devil so it's probably a little harder than intended.]
Maybe someday I'll find some kind of liquor that can do the job. Until then, I'll just have to pretend. Luckily, I don't particularly need it for the purposes of lowered inhibitions.
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Does the Devil actually think he's funny? Being thought of as funny by any demon (or fallen angel, if you want to get technical) is a brand new experience for Crowley, unless you count Hastur's sarcastic lack of appreciation for his humour.. which Crowley doesn't.
He rewards himself for not flinching again by taking another mouthful of his drink.]
So, you know who I am. [Don't say the name. Don't say it.] There's a... you know. A version of me where you come from?
[Don't say the name.]
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That hardly matters as far as Wonderland is concerned, no?
[aka, the narration has no fucking idea <.<]
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Curiosity. [You know, it's a demon's prerogative.]
But, no, it doesn't matter.
[Crowley prefers it not to matter.]