[MASK OR MENACE] IC Contact

[stylistic_disloyalty]

"Funny enough I'm not going to lie here-- I definitely saw your call but I'm going to decide whether or not to respond based on how interesting the message is. I'd make it good. Maybe I'll change your contact to 'Yeah, This is Worth Answering'."


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TEXT

[pummelgranite]

You hear the demi kids are having a tree-warming party in their cookie factory?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

No, I've been trying to bleach my brain. I keep having flashbacks that involve Baal's dick.

Which yes, pretty sure didn't happen.

[pummelgranite]

Uh......... WHAT???

Action - 12/14

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[It was far from a perfect fix, Magnus healing her slow and steady decapitation, and Luci had noted that the marks had started reappearing the night before. But it was mild, she'd text him in the morning and get patched up. This was probably going to be a ritual thing until 'Porter Bollocks' stopped, but that's how it's going to be. That's what she'd have to do. For Laura.]

[And isn't that an unsettling thing. But she's sleeping great, it's been nice, the kind of nice that Luci never figured she'd have. And somehow in the past three days she hasn't managed to get scared enough to cock it up on purpose. She needs a medal.]

[This morning doesn't feel like the others though-- it feels cold despite Luci falling asleep next to Laura. She's still there when Luci opens her eyes though, and for a few moments she can't figure out why the bed is cold. Until she notices all the red in her peripheral vision and realizes she can't move.]

[Fuck. Fuck. FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCKINGFUCK.]

La--

[Don't wake her up, don't let her see this, get her out--]

[How the fuck is she supposed to do that when she can't fucking move?]

Shit-- Laura. [Her voice cracks. There's no hiding this, but she needs help if she's not going to die right here. That's ultimately the worst outcome, and one she wants to believe Laura can save her from again.]

[pummelgranite]

[ It has been nice. Weirdly nice. Like a dream from another life they didn't get to have. It was a little strange to be enjoying an imposition this much.

But there's really no vacation from reality long or surreal enough that hearing Luci sound like that wouldn't have her up in an instant. It's worse than just the scent of blood. She can feel it, pooling thick and sticky. Her world turns momentarily senseless, as all of her therapy and practice tells her to control her breathing, to remember that this isn't real, while one by one her senses confirm the horror show around her.

She turns to look at Luci, and her horrible vacant expression somehow becomes something worse. Her mouth is moving, like maybe she's trying to scream, but the only noise that comes out is something soft and stuttered. ]

L-Lu- . . . ah- . . . aaah . . . -

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Laura, Laura stay with me.

[For the love of G-O-D, don't pass out Laura Wilson. If she went unconscious, Luci would be dead when she came to, no doubt in her mind.]

Call Magnus, he can fix this, but he should hurry. I can't move, but otherwise I feel alright.

[She can't feel anything at all, so it's mostly true. Hard to feel bad or in pain when you can't feel anything. Her nerves must have severed, small miracle.]

You've got this, you're going to do brilliantly if you just keep it together for a few minutes.

[Luci, on the other hand, doesn't realize she's not together at all.]

[flightforfreedom]

[It's mid day when he shows up - directly after being given what amounts to a direct summoning. He's wearing his usual get up - black skinny jeans, a cream shirt and a leather jacket with the rebellion symbol hand-stitched into the shoulder.

He travelled most of the way here with BB-8, but has left the droid to its own devices, tell him to give him a bit while he visited a friend, and the droid happily complied, rolling off. He takes a breath as he stands in front of the doors, then pushes inside.

It's a hell of a lot quieter than the last time he was here, and he can hear his footsteps echo as he walks down the aisle.]

Feels like I'm supposed to ring a bell or fire a gun or something. [Loud enough to be heard but mostly to himself.]

Hey, Luci, you here?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

I'm always here, even when I'm not.

[Luci appears, stepping out from behind one of the stone columns on the main floor. The corner of her mouth quirks up and she beckons for Poe to follow her.]

[She's of course heading for the confessional box which, for some reason, survived her remodeling of the space. Luci opens the left-hand door and gestures to the right.] That one's for you.

[The outside hasn't been touched, but if Poe goes in, using the second door will seem a little ridiculous because the wall separating the two areas has been totally torn out. It's a box with two doors now, apparently.]

[flightforfreedom]

[He follows, though he has no idea why they're heading into what looks like a weird double-doored cupboard, as he has absolute no basis in Earth religion what-so-ever. But right here, right now? He doesn't really have a problem following orders, even if he is nervous for reasons he can't quite pin down. The nerves down't come out, though - he still has that same almost smug swagger to his step, though he does pause when he steps in the door and looks around.]

I thought people from Earth kept talking about coming out of the closet, not going in one.

Text | June 10th | While Luci is distracted with Laura | 1/???

[purple_reign]

luci r u free i need 2 talk 2 u

2/???

[purple_reign]

luci

999 abt laura

3/????

[purple_reign]

LUCI

ACTION like 2 am a couple days after Laura regressed to a larval state

[pummelgranite]

[ There were a lot of differences between that Laura, and this Persephone, not the least of which were SLEEPING HABITS. So, it's little guess which one is up and about the church in the wee hours, trying to decide between SoCo and Scotch. Eventually she mixes them on the rocks. ]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Gross.

[Luci is a fairly heavy sleeper, but somebody hasn't been getting much since... everything. And it shows. She's been sleeping on the couch in her dressing room after giving up her actual bed to Laura, but even as exhausted and injured as she's been it's hard to entirely shut off her brain. The memories come back unbidden, the emotion twists in her gut and commands her attention until she's physically writhing trying to banish the thought. Sleep is a stranger, and any noise that Laura Wilson makes, after what happened with Satan, is immediately honed in on.]

[In her bra and pajama shorts, Luci pads over to the bar Laura is helping herself to and selects a nice whiskey. There's ice involved, and a glass, she's clearly on the up-and-up, but the indication that she's going to join Laura is obvious here.]

My sleep schedule is all fucked, too. Haven't been to a party in days.

[pummelgranite]

[ Also adding a couple cherries and come cherry juice, just due to how totally fucked up she is. ]

Your sleep schedule is always fucked.

[ She turns back to look at Luci, her gaze intense in the dim light. ]

Hey.

voicemail; so as luci can respond as she likes. after psephs is back

[cassassin]

Hey. It's Cassandra. The other one. Um--I'm sorry. For... before, at the protest. [the facekick, that is.]

I... didn't want that. Anyway. Inanna said you're doing better. And I just... [a sigh.] I'd like to--know you better. And that wasn't a good start. Call me back?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Hey look, it's a phone call. No text, just a straight up actual call.]

I wouldn't say it was anything I didn't deserve, but my goodness do you have some legs on you.

TEXT

[pummelgranite]

Hey, going to Batman's lair to try something stupid that won't work. If I don't check in every hour, you can follow my path through Hades.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Laura, what are you doing?

For Yuri - Shamtheon

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Well that could have gone better.]

[Luci had held her own against Keith, even gotten in a few hits herself, but ultimately she'd brought her fists to a swordfight and it had ended as well as could be expected. The disconcerting side-effect was the worst part, probably, and Luci tried very hard not to make eye contact with anybody as she hurried through the streets to the closest refuge-- Yuri and Yusuke's place. The bleeding is already causing some alarm with the people she passes, she's going to need clean clothes to make it back to Miami or Hades without opening her mouth and having everything spill out like a faucet. Even coming here is making her nervous, despite everything she's told Yuri and Yusuke. Some things she still keeps close for a number of reasons, but she's caught between a rock and a hard place here. She can't run around the east coast covered in blood and not expect somebody to recognize and stop her.]

I am so screwed. [She mutters as she knocks on Yuri's door.] It's Luci, don't freak when you open the door-- I'm fine I met the wrong end of a sword a few times.

[Fuck.]

[beautiful_monster]

[ It's a good thing Viktor and Yuuri are out tonight. Or a bad thing depending on how you feel about having semi-competent adults around to handle serious problems. Yuri, at least, is glad they aren't around to meet his good friend, Satan.

He'll also be glad later that they aren't around to panic and worry over all the blood, or where the blood came from. Right now, however, he's definitely freaking out despite Luci's stellar reassurances, throwing open the door with an aborted curse. ]

What the f— Is all of that yours?! [ He starts to gesture at the blood stains, but thinks better of it and grabs her sleeve to haul her inside. What the fuck had she been doing?! ]

PILLOW TALK

[pummelgranite]

[ she thinks about texting, but as the person she would texts is literally at this moment spooning her... ]

Hey... Luci? Are you awake?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Luci sleeps deeply, she doesn't have that problem where her thoughts keep her up at night, she rarely tosses and turns to get comfortable. But someone talking to her in the middle of the night? That's different enough that she comes out of her light sleep cycle and stretches a little to indicate she is, in fact, listening.]

What is it darling?

after cassandra's post, text 1/2

[flightforfreedom]

hey

you okay?

2/2

[flightforfreedom]

no sorry that's a dumb question

i just meant

i figured you might not be