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[morningstud]

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"You've reached Lucifer Morningstar. I am unable to take your call at the moment, please leave a message."

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Video.

[shoplifter]

Is this you?



[Ah, yes some little doodle in a book at the bookshop.

The resemblance is uncanny, right?]

[morningstud]

[Don't mind him sputtering at the sight of the doodle, his face a little pink.

Don't get mad, don't get mad...]

That's quite cheeky of you.

There's not so much red on me, though. Or horns. The tail is a nice touch, though, that would actually a bit fun; I could wag my tail when I'm happy like a dog.

[She doesn't know him nearly well enough to know the joke is because he's faintly uncomfortable, but hey! At least he's being nice.]

video; un: Mary

[static_rain]

[Mary's face appears with a smile on her face.. along with some dried paint on her chin and cheek. She's been hard at work, barely stopping due to the excitement of working on a project for him.]

Hello, Mr. Morningstar, I have some work to show you.

[The camera turns around to show him a large painting that (she hopes) falls in line with the classy concept he had for his establishment.]

Here's what I have so far. I do hope you like it. Let me know if it's not what you envisioned, and I'll do my best on the next one. I think three of this size would be best in that space you have.

[morningstud]

[By how his face brightens immediately at the painting, it's clear he's pleased with the result.]

Fantastic! I trust your instincts, and I can't wait to see what else you do, Mary!

[sathan]

( she waits until he's there, a little bit of magic giving her a hint, a short step through the shadows taking her back to lux. she'd been there a few times since they'd first met, more often in the evening when it was slightly busier, a quiet drink and a watchful eye of the people there but particularly him. lilith was still trying to figure him out even if she shouldn't particularly care. he wasn't her lucifer and yet that was why it was almost compelling.

this time it's during the day, the bar closed and only him on the premises. and now her. she's barely stepped out from the shadows, purple dress with heels announcing her presence before she speaks )

What was your nightmare?

( he'd seen hers after all. and, comfortable as anything, almost as if she owned the place, lilith moves across the bar, dipping behind it to pull out a glass to get herself a drink )

[morningstud]

[He looks faintly startled to see her step out of the shadows— he thought everyone had gone home by now— but he relaxes after only a moment, surprised expression morphing into one a little more measured.

Maybe he should be bothered by her coming in to help herself to drinks, but it's not like he gets nearly as much business as the Lux in Los Angeles does.]

...Something bad happening to a person who means a great deal to me. Something I couldn't prevent.

surprise text ( un: heathen )

[fourgasm]

[Randomly, and contextlessly:]

hi it's the tax man i'm here to collect

[Lucifer might have been able to figure out what this was in regards to...

...if Klaus hadn't had a different username the last time they spoke.]

[morningstud]

You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that, I'm afraid.

text; un: no

[bearattack]

hey, you alive?

[morningstud]

More or less, yes.

What do you need?

voicemail.

[earpiest]

Hi, Mr. Morningstar? This is Waverly, we spoke on the network recently about nephilim and my spiraling identity crisis.

( ha ha ha great times right? she sounds genuinely upbeat, though, even if she's playfully mocking herself. )

We're hosting a Thanksgiving thing at our place - maybe a little late, I know - and I was wondering if you'd like to come? I really appreciated your help.

Anyway, um-- yeah, you're super welcome, you can bring a dish if you want, but there's really no pressure.

( ooc - seriously, no pressure, but if you're interested here's a party log. )

text. un: hardsell ( sometime after the hospital. )

[oldhound]

standing outside my bloody house like that you'd have a better chance quoting shakespeare than shouting like some lovesick little girl.

you need a pillow to cry into? cause i'm not letting you in.

[morningstud]

It's not my bloody fault your wards decided to work on me, now is it?

It's rather rude to lock a man out like that. You might give him the impression he's unwanted.

( misfire text | un: lilith )

[sathan]

There used to be a bar that I'd grown fond of. That would be acceptable.

[morningstud]

[That's probably not actually meant for him, given all the weirdness going on, but he recognizes the username.]

Lilith?

You're back?

text. un: johnny rotten

[hardsells]

been messing about with this mobile thing and it's got you in here as lucifer bloody morningstar.

that true then or are you just having a laugh?

[morningstud]

Oh have you been affected by the magic rain now too?

[He says to the person who clearly does not remember it.]

That IS my name.

audio; un: no; slightly backdated to before everything kicks off

[bearattack]

Hey. Great Sleep. Today. You in?

[morningstud]

Certainly! I do have the ability to access it readily.

text

[bearattack]

lol

[morningstud]

Oh.

He sounds like a fun one.

[thenovice]

the thought haunted me
i had to make an attempt, but



after a careful trial and erring, i have learned that clothing dryers can not dry dishes

[morningstud]

Oh, that is a magNIFICENT manner to dispose of ugly glassware.

I do hope you have spares.

sometime in january | dream-walking action

[endoftheverse]

[Mr. Morningstar of the bar-running and generally British-sounding variety will find himself dreaming of a bar — by no sheer coincidence. In fact, his new visitor may have some small part in that, sitting at one of the stools of the establishment (one that he's perfected thanks to the surprise visit he'd taken to one John Constantine). They're certainly in some form of the bar Lux, anyway.

Lucifer... well, we'll call him Nick — Nick is patiently studying a glass, and when the other Lucifer appears to this bout of dreamwalking, he gives him a pleasant enough little smile.]

Aha, there he is.

The angel, the myth, the legend. I was wondering if you dreamed in this town. Figured maybe I would be very S-O-L, but here we are.

[morningstud]

[He knows enough to have an inkling of what sort of dream this is, but that doesn't mean he isn't caught off guard by the complete and utter stranger greeting him.

That doesn't stop him from being polite, though. Ish.]

Oh, I dream when I'm not trapped in a dream, too. Quite often. In fact I once had this fascinating dream involving Mark Twain and a rubber chicken— but I digress.

You are...?