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[tvdemon]

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TEXT | UN: pangolinprincess (backdated to...uh...let's say December 28th)

[pangolins]

VOX VOX VOX

GUESS WHO JUST GOT PERMISSION FROM THE COUNCIL????

UN: MediaOverlord

[tvdemon]

[Vox is not a big fan of that all-caps right now, since he's got a Sinsmas hangover headache. Still, he's perfectly docile when he responds.]

Is it you?

Text

[pangolins]

It IS me! You got it in one!

Anyway, now with their permission we can get started! Oh, but take your time. I'll be there with the materials as soon as you need them. Then I'll get everything ready for you!

[tvdemon]

OK great. I'm still working on the blueprints. These Glimmer things look like phones but the technical details are pretty different, so I gotta make sure none of them explode when they're hooked up.

[For legal reasons and the sake of his reputation, and nothing else.]

You finished celebrating Christmas?

[pangolins]

Makes sense. I heard there was a phone back on Earth that did that.

[Why does Emily know about the Samsung Galaxy Note 7? Because it's funny, shut up.]

Kind of? I thought I did, at least, but then a bunch more people from home started showing up and I had to make more gifts. What about you?

UN: DuckAroundFindOut ~3 days after the fight

[totaldadbeat]

Soooooooooo...................

[There's a decent pause before his next message.]

How's the whole
recovery thing going?

UN: FuckYou

[tvdemon]

[What's the use of usernames if not to change them at an emotional whim? Vox will flip Lucifer off at any given opportunity.]

Oh it's absolutely fucking delightful. I'm sipping cocktails on a lounge chair, not a care in the world. People are feeding me grapes and bonbons, and lining up to suck my dick. Feeling like a real king up here.

What do you want?

UN: UCouldntHandleMe

[totaldadbeat]

Wow.
TMI.

[Deadpan doesn't translate well through text. Alas. But he has a reason for choosing text, and that's: forcing the next part out without showing how much he struggles to do so.]

If we're gonna be working together...
It'll help to actually know who we're working with.

[Lucifer Morningstar actually wanting to get to know a Sinner, at all? Call the press!!!!]

UN: DontFlatterYourself

[tvdemon]

[Vox spends a long moment staring at that message. Working together sure is a generous interpretation of their deal. Presumptuous too. He needs an extra second to decide whether to point that out or find a way to make it work to his advantage.

Ehhh fine he'll entertain it, see where it goes.]

What is there to know?

[totaldadbeat]

[Well, that wound up being quite the surprising turn of events. Lucifer had expected things to take a much different route, at any point, and yet... there they are.

He can't help admiring the bitemarks on Vox before his gaze scans the stray feathers and blood on both of them. It's maybe a little bittersweet, seeing the mixture of red and gold, but he isn't going to let that train of thought take off. Instead, he finishes sliding his pants on and pauses to stretch.

There's no rush to his movements; he's fine being shirtless in private, and if Vox doesn't have a desire to shoo him out the door, he's very okay with staying a little longer.]

[tvdemon]

[If there's one thing Vox has become adept at over the years of being exposed to the porn industry (and Valentino), it's separating sex from emotional attachment. It's a business transaction. An inherently selfish turn of events that's all about gain. Physical, financial... Or in this case, definitely a mixture of physical and emotional gratification. Fucking Lucifer himself is kind of a big deal. Having him come back for seconds is an even bigger deal. Besides, Vox finally got to vent some of that pent-up restlessness and frustration he's been grappling with for almost two months already.

It's just nice.

He got his boxers back on, but that's about as far as he's gotten where getting dressed is concerned. One of the bite marks near his shoulder is still slick with wet blood, and it takes a few tissues to clean that up. He doesn't mind, of course. These kinds of superficial scratches heal fast enough. If Lucifer's taking in the view, that's a bonus.

Once he's satisfied with the clean up, he opens up a drawer and pulls out a packet of cigarettes from within.]

... Do you smoke?

[totaldadbeat]

[Yeeeeeah, no, he's definitely taking in the view. Where did all those muscles even come from, Vox...? This is part of why a second round happened. He blinks out of thought and then tilts his head.]

Not really? But... [He gives a little shrug, and then a somewhat lazy grin.] Why not continue the theme of Firsts?

[There were a lot of first experiences, tonight, after all. ]

[tvdemon]

[It's baffling to Vox that Lucifer could still have Firsts. This man is older than dirt in the literal sense, after all. He must've led a real boring life up until recently. It does have him smiling, though.]

I'm starting to think I'm a bad influence on the actual devil. That's pretty fucking impressive.

[He steps closer and holds the packet upside down, smacking it lightly against the palm of his hand so a few cigarettes slip about halfway out. It'll make them easier to take. With that done, he offers Lucifer first pick.]

UN: Morningstar; voice

[totaldadbeat]

[He doesn't entirely want to do this, but he's feeling ready to do some awful and reckless things by now. This is to stop him from making much bigger, much more dangerous mistakes. Lucifer can't even type.]

Vox, I need a favor. You're the only one I can trust with this. I know, I know.

Yes, I get that I'll owe you. We can figure that out later, when I'm... saner...?

[tvdemon]

[Vox is going through some light shit right now, but Val is still around so it's not the full shit alavanche just yet. That's why he listens to Lucifer's message with a light frown and an exasperated thought of 'what's he done this time?'

He could tease. He could gloat. He could do all sorts of things. But he's trying not to rock the boat too hard here, so he'll keep it simple.]

What's up?

[totaldadbeat]

I need a distraction. A... physically painful kind.

[A beat. God he kind of hates this. Or maybe it's more that he can't hate this completely, and that's what's getting to him most. He should hate this man with every fiber of his being, and yet... some of the shit they talked about is still clinging to him.]

Emphasis... on the pain.

[tvdemon]

[That's not what Vox was expecting. At all. Still, it's an opportunity on a silver platter. Too good to be true, almost.]

Wow. Okay. Interesting. Should I be asking why, or do you wanna skip straight ahead to the good stuff?

In-person

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

[The morning after this disaster, Husk arrives at Voxco, a nervous, but amused look on his face. He lets himself in the front door and looks around for cameras.

Pulling a familiar-to-Vox Glimmer out of his pocket, he holds it up to the nearest camera.]

Vox. We need to talk.

[tvdemon]

[Vox has been fretting for the last hour or so. Waking up on the floor with a fierce hangover is nothing new to him. The singe mark on the wall nearby where he apparently leaped out of the electrical grid with all the grace of a tranquilized elephant is also nothing too unfamiliar or distressing. No, what's messing with his head is the fact that he can't find his Glimmer. That, and someone apparently cleaned up the penthouse while he was out last night. (Or out cold on the floor.) He expects it was that little maid again, and that complicates the misplacing of his Glimmer, since she might've moved it. He can't for the life of him remember when or where he last saw it. And he can't even call his own number to listen for the ringtone because he doesn't have his fucking Glimmer. His wallet charm is on that thing, god fucking dammit, his life really is a crap avalanche.

When someone enters the VoxCo building, he's on immediate alert. He's got enough security set up around the place to know these things. One check through the cameras confirms the visitor's identity and oh no. Oh hell no.....

He doesn't take the elevator down, or anything that pedestrian. Instead, he turns to electricity, leaps into the nearest outlet and surges his way down to the reception hall, where he hops back out and re-materializes in front of Husk. He's embarrassed and apprehensive, but none of that stops him from putting on a strained sort of grimace.]

Heeey, welcome! Didn't think I'd ever be seeing you here.

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

Yeah, well, I didn't fuckin' think I'd be here either, but here I am.

[He holds the Glimmer out, but doesn't hand it over just yet.]

Can we talk? Like... somewhere private that people won't walk in?

[It's annoying that he feels sympathy for this guy. Really annoying. But there are some things that need to be said, and things that need to be asked, and Husk is going to say them.

It's clear that the bartender is in no mood to actually attack Vox, at least physically. He might get a piece of Husk's mind, but that's par for the course.]

[tvdemon]

[If this were Hell, Vox would've fried Husk where he stands. Him being one of Alastor's goons wouldn't change that. If anything, it might've fueled the attack. But there's a standing agreement not to harm anyone, and he'll stick to it because he doesn't need the extra headache that would come with murder.

Now he has to instead deal with the headache of acknowledging how his Glimmer ended up in this guy's bar to begin with. Ugh... He gestures towards a nearby door, leading out into a short hallway.]

I've got meeting rooms.

In person, about a week after the ball

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

[There are a couple things that Husk really wants for the bar, and only one place he knows of that might have them. So off to Voxco he goes.

Once he gets there, he just leans against a wall in the lobby, waiting, body language bored.]

[tvdemon]

[The ball was a mess in certain ways, but Vox is once again stubbornly pretending none of the negative shit went down. Denial and avoidance is how he copes. When he's alerted to his visitor, he wonders whether it has to do with their card game.

Thankfully, he's already on the first floor, so he doesn't have to teleport into the lobby. He'll walk there, entering from one of the hallways.]

Hey, look what the cat dragged in! [Ha ha, he's so funny]

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

Yeah, dragged myself in.

[Husk snorts.]

If you have a moment, I actually have a business related question to ask you. I know you did all kinds of techy shit back home, but would a biometric lock be something that you could make here?

[tvdemon]

[Now there's a question Vox wasn't expecting. He does work on commission, that's not the issue here. It's just the combination of the product itself and who's asking that's got him surprised.]

Biometric? What, like... A fingerprint lock? Or iris scan, or...?