the world is yours and you can't refuse it

[fallin1]

Who: Lucifer and whoever likes a good time, really.
When: All month long. The party never stops.
Where: Why at Lux of course. Various dance floors, balconies overlooking said floors, plush and posh seating, a hell of a good bar, and Lucifer's penthouse if you're spectacularly lucky.
What: After the grand opening, and some breaking in, Lux is in business properly.
Warnings: Drinking, possible drug use, sexual content, and more warnings to come later.




[ From everything to an extremely well-stocked bar to dance floors, to the lounge area and balconies, and the lone piano that dominates a part of the floor, there's no shortage of fun and entertainment to be found at Lux.

There might also be the odd, rumor about it's owner. A man who is good at getting favors, and has a rather nifty party trick that they call it. The kind of party trick that has what you desire the most in all creation coming to light at only a question.

Have you found the devil dancing in the pale moonlight under strobing lights? Is he helping out and getting a drink for you at the bar? Did you find him in the lounge area, taking a bit of a breather? Maybe he's watching from a balcony, and making sure things are running smoothly in between his rounds through the club.

Or perhaps the music has died down, and the floor is his as he plays the piano, even sings.


ooc: open party post style. if you'd like lucifer, please say so in the subject line, and i'll get it back to you lovely people! ]

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desire is like his super power

[fallin1]

[ Lucifer has managed to gather a very intimate group of people around him from all walks of life, and species at that rate. All of which, keep insisting that they be next for what must clearly be a party trick. How else would one describe the seductive tone and casual lean in to personal space, followed by: ]

What do you desire most in the world?

[ Many, easy ones, find themselves falling victim to it. Feel free to merely watch, question, drag him away for something else, or step up and take a turn. ]

[ ooc: If your character is magically or psychically inclined, they will likely feel something of an influence, even if they themselves may be immune. Feel free to either have it work, or not. Canonly, it does work on most people, though. ]

[pillz]

Revenge.

[the kid's answer is pretty simple. he says it casually. no swell of dramatic orchestra music. but he's one of those kids; lucifer has met a dozen like him before, probably. he's dramatic the way that teenaged drug addicts with major mental problems tend to be, and a flat tone and a cold drink just mean that he's underscoring his big ol' show with a laid-back and casual presentation.

his grin looks like a knife under bright light.]

You got that on the top shelf?

[fallin1]

[ Lucifer is hardly surprised by such a relatively simple answer. Though, it could only seem a simple one on the outside. It could have fairly complex underpinnings. He's curious as to what it is that has provoked his answer.

His smile comes easy, and he slides closer, ignoring the small crowd that has gathered around him for his "party trick" as most seem to write it off as. His focus is on the young man and no one else. ]

There's a lot that I have on the top shelf, but not that, currently. But I'll let you take your pick of what is there if you have a story to go along with your answer.

[ Who ever said the Devil wasn't generous? ]

[pillz]

[the teenager's eyes cut toward the bar with interest. though kavinsky never needs material objects from anybody else, he likes getting them anyway. what else is there to do, if you aren't going to participate in the culture now and again? and that booze looks excellent.

(either that or he's lonely, but that's a little harder to frame in the context of monsters.)]

I taught a kid how to use his powers. Twice. Saved his life like three fucking times. Kept jerking me around, like I had a real shot to fix it. Pretending I was fucking important. Pretending he didn't hate me. But he was still hung up on some old bullshit I pulled. Then he tried to fucking kill me 'cause I fell short of the standards of his preferred sluts. I dunno how many times they had to save him. Yo, I'm not a narc-- [there's a warning look at lucifer, as if the eighteen-year-old really thinks the devil is going to try and settle the murder attempt on his behalf. okay not really. but still, worth caution.]

But I'm gonna get mine. You know?

i came to party on my own (dance floor)

[fallin1]

[ Lucifer can either be found dancing with partner after partner on the floor, sure to give each one equal attention as he does. Sometimes he's even dancing by himself, but those are very rare occasions. Feel free to steal away or step in. He won't mind. ]

i'm here for an awkward first meeting with lucifer ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[shadowblends]

[All it had taken was one misplaced teleportation and Kurt found himself inside Lux, surrounded by far more people than he'd anticipated, considering he'd only been trying to get a little further to his actual destination by 'porting.

He fumbles with pulling the hood of his jacket into place, yipping quietly when another body meets his own, then moving to shuffle back a few paces. A breath of relief after he gets his head covered and his face mostly obscured, though as he turns to try and find his way out of the club, Kurt runs right into a tall, sharply dressed man.

He pauses, backpedals and draws a tri-fingered hand up to cup around his mouth and nose, wide iridescent eyes staring up at the stranger he'd almost taken out in his attempt to escape.] I-I'm sorry, [stammers the blue boy, soft words heavily tinged with a German accent,] I should have been paying better attention to where I was going.

i'm so here for this

[fallin1]

[ Lucifer was making his way through the crowded dance floor with ease, at least up until he was run into by a much shorter young man. He was only lucky that he didn't have a drink in hand, as was a regular occurrence. He took a step back at the impact, sighed, and straightened his jacket.

For the amount of apology he was doing, one would think he just made an attempt on his very life. He can already tell he's different by hand that came up to cover his mouth and the wide eyes, how interesting. It's easy, at the stammering of quick, heavily accented words, to offer a smile and a wave of a hand to dismiss it. ]

No apology needed. You don't strike me as the sort to frequent the dance floor, and it takes a bit of practice and finesse to catch on to. [ Lucifer doesn't let the young man back away any further than he already has. He swiftly moves into his personal space, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, and moving to steer them through the multitude of bodies on the floor, swaying to the music, and out of the way. ]

And here we are. What's all this for, hm? [ He moves his arm away from his shoulders, and tugs irreverently at the hood that the young man has pulled up over his head to cover his face. ] I hardly think it's necessary.

yeeesss /)( ᐛ )/)

[shadowblends]

[A breath of relief slips free at the dismissive wave of Lucifer's hand, his own lowering back to his side and his head dipping in gratitude.] Thank you, sir. Honestly, I ended up here by accident - I haven't danced in years.

[Why'd he say that? Ugh, he'd been trying to offer something conversational about the dance floor, but random reminiscent thoughts would work, too. Kurt blinks at the arm circling his shoulders, biting back a quiet yip of surprise when Lucifer begins leading them away from the other people. He spares a glance over his shoulder, though nothing more; it's probably better if he doesn't linger there too long, anyway.]

Huh? [he queries, returning his attention to the other male, his breath inhaling sharply at the hood being removed.] Wait, you shouldn't--! [Too late - his hands aren't quick enough to keep his face from being revealed.

The urge to turn away is substantial, but he fights it as best he can, keeping his marred blue skin where Lucifer can see the intricate, Enochian markings perfectly. Along with those, sharp fangs glint in the dimness of the club when he speaks, his eyes flickering to crimson with the rising anxiety at his revelation.] ... do you still believe it's unnecessary?

at the bar

[fallin1]

[ Considering that good help (read: Maze) is entirely too hard to find these days, Lucifer is getting rather adept at this bartending thing. Running a club is one thing, but operating the floor is something else entirely. He still isn't the best, and he doesn't know whether he should be annoyed or impressed that the man he's hired is confident enough to tell his boss when he's a hindrance rather than a help.

Luckily, it's latter tonight, and he drops off an exotic, glowing drink (or one of your character's choice) with a smile. ]

There you are.

Open to the bar tender and ... Open!

[prorenataa]

[ Why was he here?

What is Fates' design had made him think walking into this place was a good idea? The noise alone was about to drive him out of his skin.

When the doctor wanted too he could manage to avoid even a busy, gyrating crowd and that was exactly what he did, slipping past everybody without touching a single soul on his way to the bar. Finding the most inhospitable bar stool (hint it was the one without a view of the meat market dance floor behind him) Adrien slid up on it and waited his turn.

He was here because he'd agreed to take on an extra shift for a colleague, which would kick off in approximately two hours. Not enough time to bother going back home and certainly not enough time for a nap. Best to just keep on keeping on and at this particular hour, Lux appeared to be his best option for coffee.

Which is why, when the exotic glowing drink appeared in front of him, Adrien stared at it for a moment and then shook his head. ]

Coffee. Without the psychadlic landscape.

[ The current drink was getting pushed down the bar, thataway. Someone was about to get a free drink, while hopefully Adrien would get a boring cup of coffee. ]

[fallin1]

[ A good owner of a club, in Lucifer's opinion, was always aware of what was happening in his establishment. From the dance floor to the balcony, to those that needed a drink to drown sorrows, and those who were celebrating.

Or even grumpy doctors who need to learn to lighten up a bit. Speaking of. ]

Why hello there, doctor. Long time no see. [ Lucifer's grin is just shy of predatory. It only falters slightly as the drink is passed off, and taken by another patron. ] Coffee? Come now, whatever happened to do no harm?

Your inability to enjoy yourself, even for a moment, is causing me undue harm.

[poolhall_killer]

[The glowing drink makes Venom's eyebrows raise. It makes him wonder if it has magic within, or if the glass has a lighting mechanism. Either way it looks vaguely appetizing, so he takes a sip.

It's... citrusy with a bitter aftertaste. Not his favorite, but he continues to drink it.]

Thank you, sir.

[fallin1]

[ Isn't he the interesting one. He's certain they haven't met, which is a shame. Good thing Lucifer gets the chance to rectify that here and now. ]

You're most certainly welcome. [ A beat and he lets his eyes roam over the other man appreciatively. ] I assume you're waiting on someone, at least a man like you most certainly should be. Is it your first time in Lux?

hey sinnerman (at the piano)

[fallin1]

[ The club lights and loud dance music have slowly faded into nothing, and the spotlight is now on the lone grand piano on the floor, and Lucifer, who is playing it while singing. The song may be familiar to some as All Along The Watchtower, but not to others.


Feel free to approach him after he's finished, to talk, or request another. ]>/small>

[greyate]

[ Others may not recognize it but Jean does. It makes her smile. Small at first and then blooms into a genuine grin. Something she doesn't do a lot of lately.

She's never considered going to clubs in her own world but here and now she only comes because she knows the man in charge. Or the Devil in charge, more like. And maybe she needed to get away from the mansion full of people. She walks over when he's done, giving him some applause.

Once she's close enough, ]

Taking any requests?

[fallin1]

[ In Lucifer's defense, he is playing the song on a alien world, so they can't all be expected to recognize what he is playing. He's finishing up the song, and looks up at the applause that starts up, low and appreciative from those who have been listening attentively.

He locks eyes with her, and smiles, nodding at her question. ]

I am indeed. Glad to see you made it through all that other nonsense all right.

closed to kurt;

[pillz]

[it's late for normal people but early at the club, the kauto equivalent of 11:30 at night, as far as kavinsky's been able to tell based on the fucked up length of days here. he's waiting outside for baby blue to show up. it'd started as a casual question, a good-natured tease across text. and then it had turned into...

date is probably the wrong word. maybe just invitation.

taunt, a little. but all in good fun. past kavinsky, the line is swarming up. hot people in unbelievable clothes, with unbelievable faces; the kinds of aliens with antlers or two heads; the kinds of aliens that look just like people. kavinsky is ordinary in comparison, his white jacket and black shirt finely-grained if nondescript, jeans the same, but the raw silver chain around his neck and the chunky glint of his watch speak to wealth.

it hadn't hurt that he'd driven up in an electric blue supercar, either. there will be no waiting in line. he smokes a cigarette, indolently, mouthing smoke rings into the air.]

[shadowblends]

[Little blue's only popped into Lux once and that was entirely by accident; taking time to search for the club isn't hard, but it's not something that he's used to doing.

Especially since he's probably not supposed to be out this late. Still, he'd been flattered when Kavinsky had invited him out and wasn't one to stand up a ... date? Is that what it was?

The idea's a bit lost on him, considering he has never been on a 'date' before in his life, but he's dressed to impress (hopefully?) and brimming with nervous excitement. By the time he gets to their meeting spot, there's a decently long line of many types of people and Kurt thinks he might have trouble searching for Kavinsky; that's a joke, though, since spotting the other male is far easier than he'd expected.

Bright, fancy cars definitely help and offer some rather pleasing aesthetic.] Kavinsky, [he greets, ruby-tinted eyes alight, the soft tapping of his boots also signaling his approach. Once he's close enough, the faint smell of something sugary mingles with lingering smoke rings, which Kurt does his best to not wrinkle his nose at because, obviously, he's the one smelling sweet.] ... you look marvelous.

[Much better than mentioning anything about the cigarette.]

powerpose lmk if not ok

[pillz]

[kavinsky is a considerate person.

haha no he's not. but he does take the cigarette out of his mouth and stub it out on the wall, despite a sharp look from the bouncer. by the time the bouncer looks, it's too late anyway, a small sooty streak on the wall, the crumbled cylinder flecked onto the sidewalk, discarded.] Fuuuuck me up, [kavinsky exclaims, looking the mutant up and down. then up. and down again. he is the consummate liar, but no deception is necessary to put a wide, fangy grin on his face. or these words in his mouth:] Baby you look fucking hot.

Like a baby rent boy doing his first corner. [he laughs-- jackal bright, a jagged sound that seems to jump off the wall and cartwheel in the air, like the circus games that kurt used to play. and just like before, kavinsky reaches to throw an arm around kurt's shoulders, drag him up. he turns to steer them toward the luminous, deeply-colored portal of light that is the lux interior.] Where the fuck did you get those clothes? Goddamn.

Look at this shit. [his free hand is already reaching down to bat at a thigh zipper. he won't try to open it yet. that's later.]

closed to boobvinsky

[heisenbitch]

[ As much as Jesse has found himself getting his life back on track in Monmouth, on his best behaviour if only to avoid subjecting Ellie to the depravities of drug use and because of the promise he made to Ronan to at least try the contrition thing, that doesn't mean there are times Jesse just needs to... escape.

He's frequented almost all the bars and clubs since the Ingress pulled him back in, looking for escapism, chasing hedonism, seeking to numb it all inside him. What he did to Gale... It's all still trapped inside his head. It plays over and over, sometimes little more than a quiet hum in the background like static, sometimes ferocious and vivid at the forefront of his mind. He sees it happening over and over: holding that gun shakily in Gale's face, watching the poor guy beseech him so nervously and with so much confusion that Jesse doesn't have to do this. And Jesse, with it racing over and over in his mind what Walt had said - "I saved your life, Jesse. Will you save mine?" - pulling that trigger, the blast ear-shattering. And then--

Silence. Jesse staring down at an innocent man lying lifeless and glassy-eyed on the floor, and Jesse feeling the weight of the entire world sinking down onto his shoulders like thick sludge before he'd slowly turned away and left in a numb daze.

A piece of Jesse died that night along with Gale. That piece has never resuscitated itself, and it never will.

So, there he is, slouched at the bar with an empty glass, dressed in dark clothes, tapping the glass restlessly on the bar while he waits to be served. He looks very different to how others who knew him before he was sucked back into his world for that short duration of time would remember. No boyish hair, no life to his eyes. Just a close-shaven head, dark bags under his eyes, a hardness to his expression that makes his boyish face seem... grim. And angry. Vulnerable, perhaps, too, in some undefinable way.

As someone comes up to the bar beside him, Jesse glances across at them with no intention of paying attention. But he finds himself glancing just a bit too long because the girl who's stepped up beside him... Well. Wow. His eyes do a very quick sweep down the length of her before he turns his attention back to the bar, still tapping the glass with restless impatience. A few beats, and his gaze ends up straying back to her. ]

Might be waitin' a while, if you're hoping to be served a drink in a hurry.

[pillz]

[kavinsky has decided the jugs are okay. they aren't as weird when they're actually on his own person, he's decided; looking at them on other people isn't fun, but he actually thinks it's pretty awesome his are a bit bigger than some of the ones he's seeing on other women, and their shape, right?

(he might have spent fifteen minutes poking his nipples until he'd finally put some clothes on his new body and ran out to catch the en-line.) (a few weeks ago, on arena night, it'd been half an hour.)

anyway. he's a she is focusing on why she's here, but pretending not to; specifically because that thing turned out to be jesse. she hadn't expected to find the man so soon. not on her first night out on the town, anyway. it's happy coincidence. and because she's a raging jackass, it makes her happy, too, that he looks like a bus drove through his soul then stopped on the other side, went into reverse, backed over him again. maybe that's fucking karma for dumping all your pathetic emotional bullshit and your boyfriend's pathetic emotional bullshit and miscellaneous other shit on prankster randos.

if she believed in karma at all, maybe she'd believe that.]

I got no place to be, [she says finally. she already had her elbow down on the bar, but she perches her chin on the heel of her hand, now, looking at him askance. her eyes are very green and very steady, studying the lined contours of his face.] But I guess I got some weird alien options outside if this place times out. Or you could share. [she puts out a hand, but the altitude suggests-- she'll take a shake, too.]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse studies those green eyes, and the self-assured little way this girl presents herself. That self-assured little offer of her hand that could also be taken as her actually suggesting exactly what she just said: that he shares.

His eyes drop to her hand, then back to her face. The small hint of a flirtatious smirk tugs on the corner of his lips. Setting down the glass he's tapping over and over, he stretches that hand over to take hers. He closes his fingers around it with a barely there shake. ]

What d'you like to drink?

[ His hand keeps hold of hers for a second too long. Maybe that's deliberate, just like the sudden interest he's taken in her. Finally letting her hand go, though, and he keeps his attention fixed on her with classic Jesse Pinkman charm that he reserves only for hot girls simmering over the top of how hollowed out he looks. ]

closed to poolhall_killer

[caelus]

[ Jim used to frequent places like this all the time, not so much the high-end sort in Iowa, but once he made his way to the Academy and San Francisco, this was scene. He still preferred the intimate little dives whenever he had a choice, but there used to be no better place to pick up anyone anybody could possibly be looking for than one like this. Tonight, though, is different. He may be dressed up and look ready to party, but he's really only interested in one person tonight.

It doesn't mean he hasn't been sociable. That's the kind of creature he is, usually. But after he's visited, introduced himself, and gotten to talk to a few of the other patrons, he settles in at one of the lounge areas to wait. ]

[poolhall_killer]

[Venom arrived a little earlier due to force of habit. One should be a bit early to scope out the area for the necessary escape routes and such. But tonight isn't an assignment. It's his first date.

When it was brought up to him, he accepted out of sheer curiosity. The former assassin's never been out like this before, and he usually shied away from such things for the sake of his job. The self-imposed solitude and all...

After a couple of drinks at the bar, he decides to wander, wondering if Jim had managed to make it. Sure enough, he found his partner waiting in the lounge. And he looks very handsome.

Dressed in white, Venom approaches Jim, hands behind his back.]

Good evening.

[caelus]

[ Jim had arrived in the area earlier, but not to scope out exits. While he might have left the Enterprise behind on Altamid, and his crew now safe on the Yorktown, he was beginning to build a new home here on this world, he was still an explorer at heart. There's still that wandering tug in his heart from years of Nowhere, Iowa that push him to pick a direction and just go thataways.

He doesn't hate it in the least. In fact, it's more appealing now to just explore without having to wonder what should be documented for a report. What should be collected for a sample, unless he's chosen to do a paying mission. He'd grabbed himself a glass of whiskey, and settled in. He'd just taken another sip when he hears Venom's voice. He sets the glass down, glad he did, and smiles widely up at him, moving to stand. His own outfit is more blue hued, looking almost black in the shifting lights of the club, and he's started to get a little scruff on his face from the freedom from uniform regs. ]

Evening. [ Jim has to take a moment, brain wondering to catch up as to how they've managed this. How he has managed this, and then he decides to silence that line of thought to just enjoy the moment. The evening with his ---do they say boyfriend yet? ] You look amazing.