IC!CONTACT POST

[youllsayit]

[Forget the NV. How do you get an angel to answer you?

You pray.

Get on your knees and call to the Devil.

He'll be with you momentarily.]

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[barebacking]

[Yaha realizes that it is but a dream, but he is aware enough that it is. He wonders how long he has been wandering through his sleep before he finally gained enough awareness to be able to manipulate his own dream. Dressed not as a slave, but in the suits he once wore, he flutters about the room that his mind created. A quiet picturesque setting like from magazines.

The elf fluffs a few pillows before finally walking to the middle of the room to kneel. His hands come together into a form of prayer. Closes his eyes.]

Lord Lucifer.

[youllsayit]

[Lucifer appears, with the same faint sound of wings rustling as he would have in the waking world. Except here, his vessel is whole, and he's sitting.]

Yaha.

[barebacking]

Lord Lucifer.

[The elf rises immediately. He is beyond elated to have him here in his dream. His hands clap a few times together -- the sound sounds odd to him when he knows that it is not really happening. Still, Yaha isn't sure how long he will be able to remain aware that this is not a dream, or perhaps, it is.

A slight tilt of his head as he approaches the angel.]

I am so happy that you came to see me. [And he leans down to embrace the other just as he said that he would for his tribute to him.]

[youllsayit]

[Lucifer...does not get hugged. Even by his brothers. His Grace flares a bit, to keep Yaha at bay, but Lucifer slowly stamps it back under control.]

This is a one-time tribute, I assume.

[meaculpable]

[ Lucifer does not pray. He does not ask or barter or kowtow to beings as powerful as himself. He merely bleeds.

The knife is sharp, but sharper still is the question that dwells inside of it, running its course through the very essence of his being before dropping o the ground, each red droplet a clarion call. ]

'I am standing far from my place of power, Lucifer. Will you endure an audience?'

[ He half expects his twin to ignore him, really. ]

[youllsayit]

[There's no sound to accompany Lucifer's arrival.]

Everyone gets a chance. But how long I stay depends on what you're selling.

[meaculpable]

[ Of course. Lucifer is unfazed. ]

I've no need to barter for what I'm asking for.

[ Without preamble. ]

What is your stance on the Nephilim?

[youllsayit]

[Normally, Lucifer would be bristling in defense of his brother's safety. But not now. Oh, now he just smirks and waves a hand in disgust]

It's an abomination. It's a blight upon a world that, clearly, doesn't need any more roaches on its plate.

Why?

Angel Radio

[servingfather]

[There's no way Michael's getting on his knees to pray to his brother so it's angel radio time for the time being. He felt what had happened the other day and is now calling his brother out.]

Lucifer.

Angel Radio

[youllsayit]

[He's somehow relieved by this. But also intensely wary.]

Michael. This is a surprise.

Angel Radio

[servingfather]

[He's just looking out for his little brother. People can't just hurt Lucifer and not have the eldest sibling ignore it. It's his duty to be the one to end it and interference will not be tolerated - even here.]

You should have known this would happen. [Like anyone could stop him or stand in his way from seeking out Lucifer.] May I have a word in person? [No need to air their conversation where the siblings can hear it so easily.]

Angel Radio

[youllsayit]

[There's something like comfort in that--the same morbid comfort he took from knowing he would, without doubt, see Michael on the chosen field.]

Of course. I'm down by the shore.

prayer | morning after the masq

[paterelohim]

Lucifer. Hung-over yet?

prayer | what kind of person does this to their son?

[abrotherlikeyou]

You did this on purpose. [Even waking up in the house that Michael found doesn't help. That's how shitty he feels, Chuck. You should feel bad.]

prayer | the kind who wants to toughen him up. :|

[paterelohim]

Okay, first of all, I told you guys to drink water. It's incredibly not my fault if you didn't listen.

[Ow, angel voice in his head.]

Take a few bottles of Advil, and drink a few gallons of Gatorade. Eat a lot of food. I mean, a lot. Greasy stupidly unhealthy kind of crap, you know? With uh... protein, I'm pretty sure protein is the point. So, if you go and find a diner somewhere, and NICELY - nicely - ask the waitress for a hangover cure, they'll give you a pity meal that should help. Then.... for you? Order five of them. At least. And a few pots of coffee.

Wait, screw the coffee. After that, go back and sleep it off.

prayer | daddy hates livers :(

[abrotherlikeyou]

We did. We--

[Didn't. They went to a fountain and splashed around in the water. As he thinks back, there was no drinking of the water involved at all. And do you feel that not-out-loud-or-verbalized groaning? That's Lucifer trying not to vomit up demon blood at the thought of greasy food.]

I didn't peg you as a masochist, Chuck. But you do this daily?

Michael is probably worse off.

Prayer; Backdated; The end.

[worldhaditsway]

[Sigh. This is so awkward.]

Dear Satan,

I have muffins.

Your Pseudo-Daughter Who Barely Missed Thanksgiving,

Christina

[Action]

[abrotherlikeyou]

I hope you know that if you got those from Crowley, you're in for a rough night. I know how he bakes; it's worse than making hotdogs.

[Action]

[worldhaditsway]

[Oh 'sup. She stares at the muffins and then stares at Lucifer.] I'll keep that in mind, but I made them... Okay, Becky Crocker did most of the work, but at least they're not stale cookies.

[STILL BITTER, KRAMERS. STILL. BITTER.]

[Action]

[abrotherlikeyou]

[In that case, he takes one. Peace offering. He'll play the part, ok?]

You know, Thanksgiving isn't something we mark on the calendar in Hell. Walk me through it.