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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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[bearattack]

My place or yours? We have to start out in the same spot, right?

[morningstud]

Either should work.

Wherever you feel most comfortable being vulnerable for however long we're in the Great Sleep.

[bearattack]

[WHAT KIND OF QUESTION--]

I don't feel comfortable being vulnerable anywhere.

[morningstud]

You are aware that the Great Sleep involve being asleep, yes?

[bearattack]

I didn't say I wasn't going to do it anyway, but you should work on your phrasing.

Come to my place.

[morningstud]

I shall try.

[He says, blissfully unaware of any potential problem with his phrasing.]

I'll be there shortly.

[bearattack]

[When he arrives, the door will not only be unlocked for him, but hanging open; he'll find her sitting on the couch, feet up on her coffee table.]

[morningstud]

[Well, that's... interesting. He'll shut the door behind him when he steps inside, smiling up at her in his usual infuriatingly chipper way when he's trying to bluff his way out of nervousness.]

You look ready to me.

[bearattack]

Yup. Lock the door.

[She might not feel comfortable being vulnerable, but door locks can help.]

[morningstud]

[He doesn't have to be told twice. Locking the door it is.]

Certainly.

[bearattack]

Great.

[And without any further preamble, she readies her dreamcatcher and settles back into the couch cushions, letting herself drift off. She'll assume that Lucifer will follow suit.

This time, she gets lucky; she still wakes up in a grave, and in a coffin, but the lid is open and she isn't buried, so thank hell for small miracles. Hauling herself out is a simple matter, and she immediately starts looking around for her companion - or, at least, a grave with his name on it.]

[morningstud]

[Lucifer is nowhere to be found, but Maze might notice a shallow grave nearby that looks recently dug, and the hastily written gravemarker that has "Lucifer Morningstar" on it.

If she listens carefully, she might hear the sound of a thunk coming from beneath the disturbed earth.]

[bearattack]

[Yup, there it is. She strides over, bending to start scooping away loose earth with her bare hands.]

Keep kicking!

[She suggests, unsure if he can actually hear her.]

[morningstud]

[He can't hear her. Or, well, he can hear what definitely sounds like Maze's voice, but it's too muffled for him to be able to make out the words.

But the thunking doesn't stop, which is the important part.]

[bearattack]

[And when she's dug through enough dirt to finally catch sight of the coffin underneath, she jumps down onto the hole and slams her boot through the wood. Hopefully she doesn't, uh, hit any vital body parts.]

[morningstud]

[The yelp and loud curse is definitely a sign she's aimed correctly, considering the thunking stops as soon as she stomps through the coffin.

At... least he doesn't sound horribly injured?]

[bearattack]

[Always nice to hear! She rips off the rest of the decimated lid, then holds a hand out to him.]

Come on.

Think we're gonna have a lot of names in common on the neighboring graves? I wonder if there'll be just one Decker headstone, or one for each of us.

[She's still steadfastly pretending that creepy graveyard tidbit doesn't bother her, even though it totally kind of does.]

[morningstud]

I'd rather not look too closely, if it's all the same to you.

[He can't even muster any sarcasm at the idea, it's that creepy.]

This place never stops being creepy.

[bearattack]

Fine with me.

[Her eyes stray towards one, but flick away just as quickly.]

There aren't actually a lot, for me. Just the obvious ones.

[morningstud]

Well! Shall we be off, then?

[Preferably without having to discuss dream guides at length.]

[bearattack]

[Oh, mocking related to the purse dog is coming up later, Lucifer; count on that.]

So I was thinking--

[She says, once they reach the gate.]

We could skip the survival packs. Less stuff to carry, more of a challenge - what do you say? It's not like first aid kits made for humans are gonna be that useful for us.

[morningstud]

[Shit. Here he was hoping that was forgotten.]

Certainly. I've never found them all that useful here.

[Though he's never made a habit of exploring too often.]

[bearattack]

Cool. I'll go scope out the car situation. You go stuff your hand down a two-headed dog's throat and get the key.

[And with that, she heads off into the parking lot. Hope you don't have a problem with this arrangement, Lucifer.]