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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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But, at that point, it doesn't matter if the actual manner of their meeting is scripted or not. The fact that they are all concentrated in Manhattan, combined with Daniel's ability to sense extradimensional beings and his inability to refrain from getting involved and Lucifer's penchant for high-profile violence meant that they would inevitably intersect at some point. No script required-- if something had wanted them to meet, all it had to do was wait and play the odds.
High probability and fate aren't the same thing, but sometimes they could look very similar.
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"I got dragged into Manhattan during one last mission before I planned on transferring to another galaxy," he explains with a cautious shrug. "It doesn't feel like there was much predestination involved in that." He'd been so intent on finally getting to see Atlantis. Now it seems like he never will. Interdimensional universal barriers are a pretty permanent obstacle, even apparently for beings more supernaturally inclined than him.
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Lucifer got yanked right when he was falling into the Pit, after all, while in the body of his chosen vessel, which is either extremely inconvenient or very convenient depending on whether or not he could manage to return to his home universe in a different location. If he could-- fantastic, than he can avoid that pesky trapped in Hell thing while his brother hangs out in his old prison. That's a poetic justice that even Gabriel should be able to appreciate.
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For a minute Daniel stares in complete distress at the mess on the floor of the cabin before looking back at Lucifer, questioning and at an end to himself.
"Whatever it is you want with me," he fights to keep his tone level, the sheer unnerving calm the Devil consistently radiates managing to spook him despite the dream's calming influence, "just tell me and, and be done with it. I can't, I don't -" He scrubs one hand through his hair, at a loss. "I don't know what you want."
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Lucifer snaps his fingers and the mug returns to its previous form, whole and full of coffee, balanced on the arm of the chair. The floor is clear and clean.
"I think you're overreacting, Daniel," he says. "There's nothing that I can take from you that I would want."
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It's the wild, horrified wealth of hypothetical possibilities that follow those questions that horrify him, simply because he can't summon an answer to any of them. Man's fear of the unknown, deeply ingrained and always petrifying, even for the man who made a living out of being fascinated by that same unknown.
"Then why?" He transfers his stare to the floor, to the unmarked expanse of rug. "Short of coffee and stimulating conversation, you're not gonna get anything out of me."
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"Do you know how hard it is to get good conversation while you're locked up in a box in the bowels of Hell? Worse than a GOP convention."
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"Yeah, well, I'm thinking that's, you're -" Halting, stuttering speech, and a hand pushed through hair that's already been jostled into agitated disarray. Daniel has to fight back the unexpected press of panic over his chest and compress his thoughts into something at least partially coherent, looking at the Devil in tired dismay. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"
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"You're starting to panic. You ought to sit down and compose yourself."
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"You haven't answered my question."
Not that Daniel is expecting all that coherent an answer from Satan, nor does he sit down. He grips the bookshelf's edge very tightly and tamps down his own escalating sense of dread.
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"Does the why even really matter all that much? I am interested in you, righteous man. It's a fact that you should learn to live with, because I am nothing if not very, very patient."
He smiles, and though it's a fairly gentle smile, it's probably not all that comforting to Daniel.
"And I'm immortal, Daniel, so I can promise you that I don't get bored easily."
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He can't fully fend back the chilling prickle that runs down the back of his neck at the moniker, deposited so casually and evenly and almost playfully. Righteous man. Righteous, and angry, and defiant, and ultimately helpless in the face of something that's bigger than him. Not that that's ever stopped Daniel, but in this context especially, he knows this isn't a winnable struggle - particularly since he can't even figure out what it is about him the Devil finds so uniquely interesting.
Daniel makes a bitterly amused, mildly hysterical noise, short and abrupt, and shrugs.
"Yeah, well, I can't seem to be able to die, so I can promise you that I'm pretty patient."
Is that even a threat? Was it meant to be a threat? It doesn't sound like a threat. Daniel has no idea what that was even remotely meant to accomplish or mean even, but he keeps backing away.
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"Did you rise on the third day, in fulfillment of the Scriptures? Should I call you Yeshua? I think you look like an agnus dei. You could maybe be a bit more lamb-like, but you've got the sacrificial part down pat."
And he freed the slaves of Abydos, too, and fought against forces named after pagan deities. Put on that crown of thorns and have yourself a Crusade, Daniel, you fit the Christ mold like a glove.
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Don't think Daniel has missed the oh so obvious hilarity of his name and all the biblical jokes that can be plumbed from it, but he's getting the more and more distinct impression that he's flailing hopelessly in a cosmic-scale game of cat and mouse with the odds stacked so high against him that it's, quite frankly, absurd.
"Anywho," says Daniel, with an almost manic edge to the forcibly light tone, "if you're, um, quite done making shaky theological comparisons, I'm gonna, I dunno, wake myself up or something." Not that it would help, because the Devil can just go and find him the minute he leaves his building anyway. Add that to the fact that Daniel still can't figure out how to wake himself up, and he's left more or less floundering.
How typical.
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"Do you need some help?"
Lucifer is just going to placidly look at Daniel while he's still resolutely stuck in the dream, not at all gently mocking him about his inability to get away from the Devil when he wants to. Nope, nothing at all like that going on here.
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Daniel stares at Lucifer in an expression of horror that quickly resolves into one that realizes it should have known better than to expect anything else at this point.
"Ah," says Daniel. "No. No, I think I'm fine. Th - no thanks."
And with that, he is just going to - go over there. No need to follow him or anything. Just, just dodging into the next room, then the next, looking over his shoulder all the way in a vague panic.