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"No I don't think it's another cold." Gregorith said into the phone. "There's congestion yeah but the sneezing is new, plus my throat isn't sore, it itches. And so do my eyes."

He listened as Angel apparently pieced together what was wrong and started laughing.

"You think I have what? What the fuck are allergies?"

Angel, as a succubus was able to visit the mortal world without incident and was therefore the closest thing to a Demonic Mortal World Expert that he knew.

"It's a mortal world thing. Hang on I'm texting Persephone I'm sure she'll be able to recommend something. In the mean time try not to go outside unless absolutely neccesary."

Current Mood: itchy

thatwaslucky

The weather was nice, and Rey made her way to the beach a little early to set up for date night. It wasn't anything fancy, mostly little sandwiches and snacks, some she'd made or put together herself. She had made the pasta salad as she'd been taught (and it was good!), which was maybe more than she'd needed to do, but why should Adrian be the only one to make an effort for this sort of thing?

And once she'd gotten everything set up, she found a place to sit and wait. The beach was pretty this time of day.

[For the date!]

deathsmajesty

Honestly, she should have expected it. It wouldn't be a semester in the Danger Shop if something hadn't gone awry. She thought she'd seen the worst of it when the Danger Shop had shoved them into a sim about green zombies that battled against plants, but she realized she was wrong as soon as the program started and the class found itself in the the center of Myra the Magnificent's Intergalactic Astrotorium of Fun. This impression wasn't lessened any when a pack of small children, each of them wearing a child-sized distinctive blue robe barreled through their group. And, when she turned around and saw that they were standing directly in front of Urza's Fun House, her temper snapped.

When she found who had programmed this damned theme park into the Danger Shop, she was going to floss her teeth with their tendons, she didn't give a damn who it was.

( It didn't explode, which is a disappointing first for us.--Izzet League )

"I've spent ten weeks thus far explaining the philosophies of mana and how to figure out how to find what color pairings have in common and how to discover their points of contention. So, go off and explore this godsforsaken theme park and, at some point, come back and tell me literally anything you can figure out about the pairing of blue and red. Something that points to their commonalities, their differences, something that makes you think that it somehow captures some element of that pairing. Make it at least semi-logically consistent is truly all I ask. I will be waiting in that restaurant over there, where it is slightly quieter." No, she wasn't pointing to the concession stand shaped like a giant, sloppy hamburger, but the more staid and expensive restaurant near it, with rich purple, gold, and black decor. The one called Grilliana's, yes. She would absolutely not be referring to it by name, thank you.

my_own_advocate

Time seemed to slow on this island.

Lucifer was vaguely aware they'd have to go home soon-- that Octavia was likely to get antsy, and Eric inclined to do mad things to the club while he wasn't there.

But this was nice, wasn't it? Quiet when you wanted quiet. Lively fun and time together when you didn't. He'd even started to warm up to all the nature of it all.

Which was, perhaps, why Lucifer had gone for a stroll all by himself this evening, right on the cusp of sundown. He'd wandered down the beach, and then up into the woods. And now, finally, he was heading home, keeping to the lights of the lodge as his North Star.

It was... peaceful.

[[ can be open to those who are there, but mostly to soothe my own frazzled brain ]]

fears_no_one

Yes, Flint went to church. Flint was a regular attendee!

...very well, Flint had not attended church in at least a decade, but he was certain that if Miss Bennet discovered that fact, she would drag him to the nearest congregation by his ear, never minding in the slightest that he was the most feared man in the Caribbean.

He had taken his phone (after plugging it in and charging it. He'd forgotten about it for a month), searched for a correct church to attend, and then sent the address to Miss Bennet. (It had taken three tries. Not that Flint was frustrated about that.)

And now he waited near the back of the church, looking very regretful about this choice. People were looking at him like high boots and leather breeches were not appropriate Easter attire.

apologizeswithpie

Mortal tasks, like, taking out the trash were things that Gregorith was still getting used to. But he had done something similar with some souls, so he was able to get the outside bin open with one hand, while holding his phone with the other.

"Ahmet wants to do what?"

Apparently the Egyptian pantheon had only recently been introduced to mortal slasher movies, and the eater of souls had been struck with the notion of hunting the worst of the damned through the woods.

"I mean sure...I guess uh, we'd need the requisition form for creation of a pocket realm, and the paperwork for-"

He broke off, recoiling. There was something in the bin.

Eyes peered up at him from the darkness, and then tiny hand-like paws reached up to grip the rim and pull itself into view.

It was actually kind of cute, but Gregorith recalled tales of a small rodent with a fluffy tale that liked to turn the tables on mortal hunters. Taileypo he believed it was called.

They stared at each other, neither moving, for what seemed like eternity but was really only a few seconds.

"I'm gonna call you back." he said before hanging up and opening the camera app. He managed one picture before his visitor scampered away.

He fled as well, back into the house before using the photo to look up what the thing had been.

"Oh, that's a raccoon."

Current Mood: Spooked

thatwaslucky

A couple weeks ago, Rey had brought up maybe using the Danger Shop for training, and she had no idea how she'd never thought of it before. If she felt like she might be getting rusty/too used to the usual training methods, why not create a whole new challenge?

After classes had finished, Rey made her way there, scrolling on her phone as she waited for Anakin.

[For that guy mentioned!]

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