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Entry tags:
- character: daine sarrasri,
- character: eliot waugh,
- character: gabriel,
- character: greta baker,
- character: iman asadi,
- character: johnny truant,
- character: lucifer,
- character: rashad durant,
- character: spike,
- character: sunshine,
- character: the balladeer,
- dropped: andrew noble,
- dropped: calliope,
- dropped: castor nubari,
- dropped: dana cardinal,
- dropped: daniel jackson,
- dropped: ianto jones,
- dropped: illyria,
- dropped: jay merrick,
- dropped: jay zimin,
- dropped: nicholas rush,
- dropped: seth,
- dropped: the doctor (12),
- dropped: the tardis,
- dropped: tim wright,
- party post,
- retired: aziraphale,
- retired: bee,
- retired: crowley,
- retired: melanie,
- retired: peter vincent
Sweeter than the First Time [Open to All]

Hello, dreamers of Manhattan. The Rift knows that things have been kind of rough, lately. The last dream didn't go as well as it had hoped. Consider this an apology of sorts, and a hearkening back to the good times you've shared.
It's a grand old (and potentially familiar) cabin house that the dreamers will find themselves wandering. The furniture is plentiful and comfortable, the floors are strewn with cushions and blankets, and there are cheerful fires burning in the grates. It seems a little odd that the house still manages to be on the chilly side despite looking so warm, yet it is.
Oh, well. You'll just have to find another dreamer or two and
[OOC: Standard dream party rules apply. Characters will be affected by the dream-whammy to whatever degree makes the most sense for them, and will remember or forget the events of the dream at the player's discretion. Backtag into infinity.]
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"No, I really can't imagine why I'd be so unsettled," Daniel continues evenly, still studying the cup's contents with apparent doubt. "Given that you're, you know, the Devil, all that pesky suspicion just seems moot."
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Because clearly his problem here is bad public relations. Though, given that God is supposed to be the 'good guy' here, maybe it's not so far off.
If Lucifer is offended by Daniel's suspicion, he makes no appearance of it.
"And I thought that you were fond of coffee. Is something not to your liking? You bought some for me, so it's only fair that I get some for you."
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"It's the principle of the thing," he says, reining back his wry frustration and reshaping it into something a little more delicate. "I tend to be a little wary of gifts if they happen to be Satanic in origin, dream constructs notwithstanding." That includes the wi-fi. Daniel will only concede to using it once, and that was when he realized that in the effort to lose his conversation partner, he'd managed to get himself completely lost.
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He really should use the wifi more; it's practically limitless as far as downloading and uploading and whatever other kind of loading you'd like to do on it. And it streams movies like no one's business.
"Besides, I told you that there would be blessings upon you. I'm a being of my word, Daniel, and I don't renege."
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Daniel picks the book back up off the arm but doesn't open it, simply running his fingers up and down its spine in an unconscious display of his fraying nerves. He stills speaks carefully, threading his words cautiously between one another. "For another, has it occurred to you that I might not - want your blessings?"
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Daniel did pretty much say 'come at me bro' to the Devil. Bad plan. Even Iman had thought it was a poor life decision, and she was drunk at the time.
But he gives Daniel's comment due consideration, standing there and tapping one of his fingers against his lips. He really hadn't bothered giving such a thing as Daniel's preferences on the matter any thought-- who would refuse blessings from an angel? And it's not as though they'd ever asked for permission for blessings. That's now how it worked. You got blessed and you damn well liked it.
"I would think that you'd rather have them than the alternative."
Which would be having Satan pissed at you.
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"Is there no middle ground, then?" he can't help but ask, faintly exasperated. "I get shoehorned into either 'blessed by Satan' or 'destructively loathed and therefore probably doomed' but I don't get a neutral option?" That'd be a little too much to ask the universe, almost, given Daniel's experience. It's a bizarre ultimatum that he wishes he'd never gotten involved in but, well, there's no changing that now.
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"For others? Of course. There will always be those who are below my notice," he says, watching the good doctor with his head at a birdlike tilt and his eyes hooded. "But I don't think I could ever be indifferent to you, Daniel Jackson."
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"But, okay," he stammers, well-worded as always, "why?"
He looks at Satan in complete, honest, desperate perplexity, searching eyes that initially seem deceptively human for an answer he doesn't know how to grasp.
"Why are you so interested in me? Are, are anagogical dream roadtrip discussions really so valuable to you? 'Cause, well, no offense, but I don't think that's the only factor at work here." He doesn't know how to justify the Devil's new and unnerving fascination in him. He just knows that it's there, and he doesn't like it.
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And that includes anthropologists with specializations in Egyptology who act and sort of look like his former vessel. Sorry, Daniel, it's just the luck of the draw, and you got dealt the genetic hand that makes you Sam Winchester lite.
"And what isn't interesting about a human who has ascended multiple times to a higher plane of existence?"
And also the Sam thing.
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"It's really not very interesting," he lies, completely unconvincingly. "Or maybe it could be, but it's not like I remember." Mostly. There are those on-and-off almost extrasensory capabilities that mostly just ping when, as far as he can tell, he runs into something vaguely higher-plane-ish. But it's sporadic, unknowable - leftover from Ascension? Bolstered by the Rift? Exclusive to the angels from Lucifer's universe? There's no way of knowing, short of maybe letting Lucifer poke around there himself and Daniel is - not entertaining that idea.
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He could go brain-spelunking in Daniel's noggin to try to find the source of his weirdness, but that could also damage him. And with his Grace limited in this universe, he isn't too eager to do damage that he isn't certain that he can repair.
Daniel is interesting. Daniel is potentially useful. And Lucifer has a certain sentimentality when it comes to his vessels, or things associated with them. It's not the same, being stuck here in Nick when he knows what it's like to be in his true vessel-- it's like wearing a suit that doesn't quite fit right. He thinks, if he were ever in a position where he was forced to choose a new vessel, that Daniel would not be a terrible fit. Not Sam, but better than poor Nick.
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"Right. I can't remember, so I can't exactly be useful in that area, if that's what you're interested in." And he really hopes, for everyone's sake, that it isn't. Ascended beings didn't always stick to their own universes, after all, and the last thing anyone needs is Lucifer of all people figuring out exactly how they managed that. "So I'm back to square one. Nothing special."
Unless he's simply - interesting. Daniel doesn't know what to make of that, seeing as small, exceptionally vocal creatures tend to get quickly crushed beneath one's heel rather than kept alive for amusement's sake.
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The sensitivity and enhanced perception, for one thing. Whatever process it is that takes a human and makes them ascend, it fundamentally changes that person in some fashion. Lucifer knows a thing or two about the fundamental alteration of humans, and here is a wholly different specimen for him to look at.
Small, vocal creatures also sometimes get put in cages rather than trod on.
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Which makes him more than a little wary over how much Lucifer is willing to invest, for lack of a better word, in examining this. Not that Daniel wouldn't mind knowing what's going on in his head that he can't fully detect, but he doubts he wants the literal Devil performing that cranial examination.
"What's that make me, then? A subject? Your exciting latest project?" he asks, dry as he can make the words without suffusing them in the undercurrent of dread that that's exactly what he is to Satan.
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As much as Daniel might try to hide it, Lucifer can feel the anxiety radiating off of him, as though he's just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Is it so hard to believe that we might have common goals? I want to leave this universe, and I know that you do as well. I don't think that we've been brought here by random chance, and understanding what it was about us that attracted the Rift's attention might be key to figuring out how to get out again."
He gives Daniel something of an indulgent look, like he's patiently explaining a simple concept to a simple child.
"And, all-in-all, I'm not a poor ally to have, Daniel."
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"What, you, you think we were brought together on purpose?" He doesn't want to entertain the notion that the Rift could have placed him here specifically for Satan's benefit. He really doesn't. But he only arrived a few days before the Devil himself, and they met almost immediately after the bloodbath that was Lucifer's introduction to Manhattan and - oh god. Oh god. "Like some - like, you mean fate?"
Daniel has a lot of goals in life. Being destined as something of a secondhand vessel or affiliate for Satan really isn't one of them.
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The odds were too astronomical for it to have been simple chance. The probabilities of randomly picking two people from the same universe, and from within a few months of each other in the timeline, is so remote as to be basically impossible.
"Even if the Rift isn't sentient or sapient, you have to admit that the only reasonable explanation is that it has some sort of criteria for the people it takes. And, for one reason or another, both of us matched, Daniel."
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With visible effort, Daniel forces himself to look the Devil in the eyes again, trying and failing not to shudder at the veil of darkened presence he can barely perceive. The embodiment of sin and destruction and pride, clad in an innocuous man and chatting with Daniel over coffee.
He continues despite it. "But no more or less than any of the other rifties. They're victims of the same set of circumstances that we are. There's nothing about our - association, or relationship, or whatever you wanna call it, that makes us any different."
He hopes.
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At least he's acknowledging the possibility that there's only a tenuous connection between them, but he doubts it. What are the odds that the Rift would bring in a man who is so very similar to his former vessel, and then would bring them together so quickly?
Or, perhaps, it's that they would find each other so quickly, no intervention by the Rift required. His connection to Sam had been like gravity, pulling him to Lucifer like iron to magnets. Inevitable. Perhaps Daniel has been drawn by the same force, albeit more weakly-- a paramagnetic mineral instead of Sam's ferrous.
"I noticed a trend, Daniel. You, myself, and Iman arrived here within a few days of each other. Aziraphale arrived a week before I did. Two angels, one former Ascended, and a dimensional physicist. All people who operate on or within a different plane of existence, and doesn't it seem odd that the Rift would bring in several of those all at the same time?"
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"So, what? It's, it's harvesting specific extradimensionally-inclined individuals?" The thought is more than a little concerning, however more concerning it can be over Lucifer taking an unmediated interest in the unwilling subject of Daniel Jackson. "For what purpose? You think that means we're all connected somehow? That we're meant to - better understand it somehow?"
The Rift operates on its own agenda, if it has an agenda at all, but why in the name of all things holy and unholy would it recruit Lucifer to this cause? Or are they, is Lucifer, rather, searching for patterns where there are none? Unless he has some greater understanding of the great cosmic butterfly's wings, even in this limited space, which is entirely possible. But Daniel's quite certain he doesn't want to get drawn into an investigation if said investigation is going to involve working beside Lucifer - though, really, he wouldn't have a great deal of choice if that were the case.
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He couldn't really say if it could act on its own agenda, so speculating on what that agenda might be is pointless until they have better information. All he can do now is point out the patterns-- and it's fairly obvious that, sentient or not, the Rift is capable of discerning between wanted and unwanted individuals, based on some sort of criteria.
"But it certainly makes for an interesting little ontological mystery, doesn't it?"
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"Maybe," he answers, acharacteristically laconic as he processes that particular theory. It's admittedly intriguing, but it's not something he wants to discuss over coffee with Satan.
He looks at Lucifer again, expression careful and composed and even, but quite unable to completely mask the darkened undercurrent beneath.
"Or maybe you're looking for patterns where there aren't any. Maybe I'm just Daniel, pulled in at random, and maybe you're seeing something in me that simply doesn't exist."
Immediately after he says it, the breath tightens in his chest. Oblique challenges to Lucifer or not, suggesting what he's suggesting might be the surest way to confirm to the Devil that Daniel is of no interest to him, consequently increasing the risk of possible immediate painful death.
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Lucifer is unfazed by Daniel's challenge; he sees it less as an equal intellectual critique and more like a scared child stubbornly yelling 'no' because he doesn't like the answer. Stubborn children might be annoying, but they must be forgiven their outbursts because they simply don't know any better.
"Pardon me if I'd prefer to play to the odds."
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Which, according to infinite universe theory - all right, fine, he's one of the first to concede that anything is possible. But this universe has its own set of laws, some that defy physics and some that simply go beyond it, and to what extent destiny plays into those rules here is more or less undefinable from Daniel's standpoint, or anyone's.
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