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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!]

okteiviakom

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!]

suitably_heroic

“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. )

betterthanaplan

Lucifer and Octavia had done a good job on the immediate needs to get the pool into shape after being neglected for a while. But there was still more to do (there was always more to do) so Duke had been spending a lot of his time down here, cleaning and checking and doing all the little tasks that an indoor pool required.

He managed to only apologize out loud to the pool once, at least.

It also made it extremely easy to just slip into the water and swim or float when the mood struck him. It was ~~painfully tragic~~ too bad he now knew reincarnation wasn’t in the cards for him. He was beginning to think he should have been born an actual otter.

[for the gentleman named in the subject line please! DATE NIGHT!]

my_own_advocate

Lucifer was home. He had languished in that for a full wonderful Sunday-- all right, perhaps he'd gone a bit overboard on breakfast (and had made his apologies to Octavia, and hadn't done it again this morning, there were enough leftovers anyway) but he stood by dinner. And drinks.

And a lot of piling up on the bed.

He had no particular desire to leave any time soon, but by Monday it did dawn on him that he should check on the house. He had kept it for a reason, after all - a second home, a second space for three people who sometimes very much needed it.

He knew he needed to do it.

He was just... procrastinating.

Or, more specifically, baking. (Chocolate. Why not try a classic?)

Unfortunately, he had now reached the point of the baking where there was nothing to do but sit around the galley, stretched out in a booth, thinking about how he could be using this time to strike checking on the house from his list. Sigh. Perhaps if he poured another shot of whiskey into his coffee? That was a good excuse.

[[ open for thems who live here ]]

heroic_jawline

Tony and Steve had gone to Manhattan after their class on Thursday and gotten bagels to bring back to Fandom, but somehow (Steve) they had all been eaten (Steve) in the past four days (Steve, and also Fee).

So now they were back in the city for a new, bigger batch to take home with them, and to appreciate the start of autumn in the city with a walk through Central Park, which was just enough nature for two born-and-bred city boys.

"This is nice," Steve said around a mouthful of food.

my_own_advocate

It was Octavia's birthday.

And it wasn't as if the work - the Work, Lucifer had been thinking of it - had had a scheduled ending this day. But somewhere halfway into it, as he and Amenadiel fought with the tangled strands of fate they had inherited, he'd told himself: Octavia's birthday, that would have to be the end of it.

Even if he had to bend space and time to do it.

It came down to the wire, in the end. A final careful foundation, set within the heart of the Silver City. But he'd made it.

And so, on Saturday evening, there was the sound of wings - and an angel in a suit, bearing a fine bottle of cider in one hand and an equally fine bottle of bourbon in the other, descended upon the deck of the Cape Rouge.

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Beach House, 2nd floor- Maldives- Wednesday morning

Lucifer's Mansion, Tuesday Evening

Atton's New York, Saturday

Lucifer’s mansion, Wednesday night

The Cape Rouge, Monday Afternoon

Tony's New York, Sunday afternoon

The Cape Rouge, Saturday Evening

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