Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

Sunday, October 26th, 2025 04:54 pm
okteiviakom: ([neu] this face is unfair)
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There had not been a Sunday night date night at Lucifer's house in a long time. Octavia supposed they should've marked it as a special occasion somehow. But, in all honesty, with the summer they'd had, it was special enough just to meet Lucifer at the house in the first place.

She'd asked him to handle dinner however he chose. She was bringing dessert -- no, not like that.

... Okay, maybe like that, too. But actual dessert as well.

Which she had with her in a little paper bag as she made her way into the mansion.

[ooc: You guessed it, for that Devil guy.]

Indianapolis, Sunday Afternoon

Sunday, October 26th, 2025 03:36 pm
suitably_heroic: (dsp: fear the jacket)
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Jack was antsy. He had been since breakfast. Nothing had helped. Not Trent dragging him on a 'manly man-date' to the racecar track, not Jill's advice to stick his head under the tap, and now, not taking a walk around the block of their hotel with Dane.

His eyes just kept skittering across the road, like he was looking for danger. )

Fucking touring. Fucking music. Life was a lot easier when all he needed to do was save people from evil space wizards. At least that had an easily-definable goal to hit. This? He looked up at the Indianapolis skyline as Dane took the right towards their hotel, and rubbed his half-gloved hands together to ward off the cold.

This was terrifying.

[[ open for phone calls etc ]]

Beach House, 2nd floor- Maldives- Wednesday morning

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2025 09:34 am
thatwaslucky: (sleep)
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Rey was actually having a really great trip so far, largely because being able to get into a giant body of water without worrying about dying opened up options.

So in some ways, what she woke up in might have come in handy, aside from the fact that she was not leaving the room in it. Not that she realized that. Mostly what she was realizing when she started waking up was as that it was kind of itchy.


[For that guy who's allergic to color!]

Lucifer's Mansion, Tuesday Evening

Tuesday, October 21st, 2025 11:36 pm
okteiviakom: ([neu] light at the end)
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Lucifer had been back for a little over a week. And a lot, or even most of that time had gone towards Octavia and Duke making sure he dealt with his exhaustion, and rested enough. Typically with his partners at his side - or piling on top of him.

Tonight, however, was a little break from that norm. Because Octavia and Duke had also not spent much real time together by themselves since Lucifer's return, and considering how some of it had gone in the last stretch of the time he'd been away...

Maybe they needed some time like that.

Like a date night.

Like this night, at the house. Octavia had ordered dinner in, but had then also insisted on attempting to make it prettier for serving, like a very lowkey special occasion. Which meant that she was now bringing a big fancy platter out of the kitchen into the living room, with a whole bunch of nachos and various salsas and other toppings on it.

"Well, it looks nicer than it did in the delivery containers."

She guessed. She was not the leading expert on aesthetics in the family, but she'd tried, at least.

[ooc: For the guy, and lots and lots of SP!]

Atton's New York, Saturday

Saturday, October 18th, 2025 06:11 pm
suitably_heroic: (neutral: talk.)
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I WANNA WALK AWAY! I WANNA WALK AWAY!

Aimee Sherbat knew how to scream. It wasn’t that Jack didn’t know that - he knew her and her band well by now. They’d been coming up through the New York rock scene more or less at the same time. They ran in the same circles, they shared beers, he’d been to her shows and she’d been to his.

Still, it was… something else, hearing her dig that deep over the lower, steadier notes of his own voice.

It's a demo, Jack said defensively. )

Midnight Manor Private Residence, Monday Evening

Sunday, October 12th, 2025 10:24 pm
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Watts and Steven had spent part of yesterday and most of today putting together their now-traditional Thanksgiving meal. There was of course the main along with the side dishes of sweet potatoes, brussels sprouts, and stuffing as well as dinner rolls.

There was also a soup and simple garden salad. Last but not least was dessert, an apple cake and butter tarts (and the also-traditional batch of non-vegan ones set aside for Marc).

"I've got the wine," Watts said, holding up a bottle. "And I think that's everything?"

[ooc: for the husband!]

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