And tell God I said goodbye | Video & Action: Genessia City

[hisfavoriteson]

[Video]

Well. That was exciting.

[Presumably he means his arrival, since his is an unfamiliar face.]

Where does one go for fun around here?

[There are probably more important things to tend to first, Lucifer.]

[Action: Genessia City]

It's a good thing that he'd woken up in some place where no one else could see him -- and that he'd figured out that his true face was showing so he could hide it again -- because until he figures out what sort of place this is, it's better not to go showing it off to anyone he comes across. Especially given what happened the first time he did that.

So the strangest thing about this man strolling through Genessia City is his clothing. Not the fact that it's an expensive suit, bespoke, not off-the-rack. It's more the state of it: crisp white shirt marred by what appears to be several bullet holes, though not stained by blood and he himself has no injuries; a tear in the left jacket sleeve, and what appears to be blood if looked at closely enough. Otherwise his clothes are clean and impeccably cared for.

Where is he going? He doesn't know, but that's never stopped him before. If he acts like he belongs for long enough, then he's sure to figure something out soon enough.

Comments

[video]

[spacepeterpan]

Exciting? Sorry, what was that, then?

[Assuming he means whatever happened just before he arrived, the Doctor figures he ought to find out whether it was a good exciting or a bad exciting before deciding how to explain the whole desynchronization thing.

Not that he's letting on his ulterior (albeit well-meaning) motives for asking, of course, wearing a quirky sort of smile as though he's just wondering if he missed something fun.]

And really rather depends what you like, doesn't it, might want to narrow it down a little, pick a hobby or two for starters, I can probably help if it's shopping or parties or musicals, bit trickier if it's zero-G olympics or traveling across all of time and space, you know, just for example, sorry, hello, don't think I caught your name, I'm the Doctor, and you are...?

[hisfavoriteson]

New place, new time. I've always found that terribly exciting.

[On second thought, he might want to find someone else to answer his question.]

Lucifer Morningstar.

[livingfully]

[ Have a woman sitting at a bar tossing back some whiskey. Or is it her apartment? It could be both since she lives above a bar. ]

Depends on your idea of fun.

[hisfavoriteson]

Dancing, drinks, nightlife. Something along those lines. You look like you know something about that.

[video]

[skulk]

I think you're supposed to actively go out and make fun.

[ At least that's what everyone else seems to be doing. Bucky hasn't been here that long, though. So Lucifer might want to take the advice with a grain of salt. ]

[hisfavoriteson]

That may be so, but where do I go to do that?

[There's some kind of housing waiting for him somewhere, but he already knows he's not going to like it.]

[Video]

[singinghuntress]

Define your definition of fun und I might be able to tell you vhere to go.

[Maybe. She was curious to see what his answer was first.]

[hisfavoriteson]

Drinks, dancing, nightlife. Only during the day.

[He doesn't much care what time of day it actually is.]

[quick_clean_pure]

If you don't mind, I'll blatantly shill for Fortuna Palace, since I work there. 'S a casino that's not a bad place to spend some time. I mix drinks there.

[hisfavoriteson]

A casino? Those are fun.

[And a good way to lose all of his money, because here he does have limited income. Especially since he's just arrived and doesn't actually have an income yet.]

A casino with drinks even more so.

[chambermusicandtenpins]

There's quite a few ways to spend your time here. I suppose it all depends on your interests and tastes, but there's quite a lot to explore here.

[hisfavoriteson]

Good. If you could point me in the direction of a bar, that would be a good place to start.

[action]

[delilahs_death]

[Normally, Jezebel is a person who keeps to himself and leaves others to their business and is perfectly content with that arrangement. Really, he sees no reason to say anything unnecessarily to people on the street, and for the most part, they seem content to do the same for him, and it's all rather lovely.

Still, the bullet holes and blood catch his attention, as does the casual demeanor of the man wearing them. Admittedly, that makes him pause without thinking as he walks past. Though, it could just be that the man is simply another dead arrival -- after all, Jezebel himself had arrived with a scar across his neck.]

[hisfavoriteson]

Everyone he sees here is minding their own business as much as he is, which is fine by him, at the moment. It doesn't get him answers, but it doesn't get him asked a lot of questions, either. But at some point he comes to the decision that he will have to talk to someone if he's going to have any idea of what happens next.

Like the person who has just apparently noticed him. "Pardon me. Can you tell me were precisely I am?"

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[blueberryprincess]

Evie Mills can't stop the wince that crosses her face at the sight of the poor guys suit. It really was a lovely article of clothing, ruined by who knows what. And since making people look good was a passion of hers, Evie heads over with a purposeful stride. She'd been on her way home from grocery shopping, a bag of food in her arms, when she'd spotted Lucifer and at first she'd marveled at how well that suit fit him.

She couldn't have made better if she tried. The fit was flawless, the colors perfect. But those holes and tears almost ruined the appearance entirely.

"Excuse me," the princess-slash-former-villain says, eyes taking in just how bad off the suit was. "I don't mean to be forward or rude, but if you like, I can probably either repair that suit or make you a new one entirely."

She's hoping he says the latter, honestly. "I've been sewing since I could walk, so it wouldn't be trouble. I'd kind of love it, actually." Evie adds with her most charming grin, holding out a hand decked out in what's clearly a hand-made red leather fingerless glove as she introduces herself.

"Evie Mills."

[hisfavoriteson]

"Could you?" That's the first good news he's heard since he got here. (Although it is a relief to think that he might actually be out of his father's reach for awhile.) "I wouldn't want to keep anyone from being able to do what they love."

He started a whole rebellion about that. Ask him about it sometime; he's not shy.

"Lucifer Morningstar," he introduces himself, and he's actually paying more attention to the glove than anything else. "Is that your work?"

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[blindpuppet]

That depends, what's your idea of fun?

[Enis is sitting in her office at the moment with a small pile of papers stacked in front of her. The police radio is humming softly at her desk.]

I might be able to help you.

[hisfavoriteson]

Drinks, dancing, nightlife. What's your idea of fun?

Do you work with the police?

[Audio]

[cthulhu_ficcer]

[A husky tenor voice speaks.]

I'm afraid that I have only just arrived in this fair city, and thus I am a poor source of information on its sites.

But I hope that there is a cinema and a library... [Yeah. He just said that.]

[hisfavoriteson]

[A cinema, and a library. Okay.] A lot of people think those are fun, so I think the odds are in your favor there.

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[trollkeru]

Define fun? I mean everyone's definition of what fun is can be vastly different after all. I mean for me fun back home was teasing my brother, but since he isn't here I've had to find other things.

[hisfavoriteson]

What kind of other things have you found? [Even if it's not something he'd enjoy, he likes hearing about others' passions and desires.]

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[lazuline]

Honestly, Azura has been out wandering around Genessia City a lot more than she normally would as of late. Perhaps it's an effort to get some time alone and find clarity (or to avoid the constant clashing of Leo and Takumi, who knows). As it is, she just so happens to be in the area when she catches sight of Lucifer strolling through the streets wearing, uh, well... maybe it's a fashion statement? It's a concerting fashion statement, regardless of whether that is what it is or not. She frowns walking over to set a hand on his arm to catch his attention.

"Excuse me... are you alright? You look like you might have been injured..." It's the blood that draws her to this conclusion, despite there being none anywhere else on his person. Strange. There's concern in her voice, but overall her expression remains serenely neutral beyond the hair in her face.

[hisfavoriteson]

He wasn't expecting someone to come right up and touch him, but he doesn't mind. It happens a lot, and he's used to it.

"You mean this?" He points at the tear in his sleeve. "It's just a scratch. It'll clear up in no time."

That might not have been what she meant.

[angelic_archer]

Alec was still trying to figure out the new reality that he'd found himself in but he knew that something was wrong when he spotted the being dressed in the kind of suits that Magnus preferred... except for the signs of some kind of fight. Magnus would never have tolerated wearing something that tattered unless they were in the middle of a battle.

Tipping his head to one side, he studied the tears. Not from a blade or arrows. A type of weapon that he wasn't familiar with. What made him pause was the lack of blood or injuries. Even the most powerful Downworlders and demons bled. Alec couldn't imagine what type of being could be injured in such a way and there be no obvious signs of wounds. So it had to be something unusual had happened. "By the Angel, what happened?" he blurted out before he realized most beings probably didn't refer to Angels the way Shadowhunters did.

[hisfavoriteson]

Alec has in fact discovered someone for whom angels are a regular presence in their life, even if Lucifer wishes most of the time that they weren't. Or at least pretends to.

"Oh, angels had nothing to do with this." At least there's that much going for him at the moment. "I have nothing to worry about from them." He is still their brother, after all.

[shehasdreams]

Fun.

[She blinks, staring.]

Depends on your speed of fun.

[hisfavoriteson]

Where do you like to go for fun?

[insanguinated]

Sam's out bookhunting when he spots the guy in the crisp suit with the bullet holes and no blood. It's the sort of thing he spots without realizing he's looking, because even if he hasn't been hunting much here, he always has his eyes open for demons. Instinctively, he reaches up to touch the tattoo on his chest, runs through his Latin twice to make sure he's still got it when he needs it, and turns off his path to head toward the guy.

There's nothing accusative in his tone when he says, "Hey," and adds, "You okay, man?" because after all, he could as easily be some kind of superhero or an amnesiac who put on the first clothes he found as a demon.

[hisfavoriteson]

"I'm fine. There's barely a scratch on me." Just the one on his arm, and that will heal soon enough. "My shirt got the worst of it."

Speaking of which. "You wouldn't happen to know where I could get a new one, do you?"

Action!

[phoenixstrut]

[Of the ten thousand things she should have somehow expected, this was absolutely near the bottom of the list.

While he might be casually exploring the city, Dove is headed back to her apartment, heeled boots tapping lazily at the sidewalk... until she feels him. She stops dead in her tracks, tensing and whipping her gaze around in the man's direction, eyes wide. Her counsel would be appalled by their Lady's reaction, for the outright lack of dignity in it, but she can only stare in shock.

At least her wings are hidden, but there's no hiding the Divine Light in her if he can sense it.]

[hisfavoriteson]

[He can tell by now when he's being stared at. It happens to him a lot. He's being stared at now, and by someone who feels a lot like his family.

He scans the crowd, and when he fails to see a familiar face, he turns so that he can see a different section of the crowd. He makes a full circle before he's satisfied that it's not someone he knows, but he still doesn't know who it is. Then he looks closer, and discovers who's staring at him. He starts to make his way toward her through the crowd.]

[Video]

[alwaysimpaled]

Depends on what you call 'fun.' There's currently a bunch of snowmen asking for a beating so might give that a try if you're the fighting type.

[hisfavoriteson]

How exactly do snowmen ask for a beating?