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entranceworks2017-01-28 06:10 pm
vitaelamorte) wrote in entranceworks2017-01-28 06:10 pm
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+ ENTRANCEWAY TEST DRIVE MEME +
You have a magnificent voice that is just waiting to be heard? You bring life and depth to a character in so many incredible ways? You are bursting with clever lines, thoughtful insights, and gripping plots? You are a rising star, a well-loved household name, a beginner with all the luck? You want an audience for your character, an ensemble to join you on the stage? THEN YOUR MOMENT HAS FINALLY COME!
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music room;
[Here's one smug asshole you might recognize, leaning against the door frame to the music room. It's as if the song called to him and he appeared. Funny, that.
Canon points are a silly thing.]
I didn't know you could play, Detective. [He tilts his head a bit at her.] Not well, obviously, but at least the notes were mostly on tempo.
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[ She stops mid-note, her fingers slipping over a few keys as she swung around to look at him. Well, shit. That was one face she wasn't expecting to see.
Once her surprise wears off, though, suspicion sets into her face. She jumps up from the bench, striding across the floor, her finger pointed at his chest. ]
Please tell me you didn't have something to do with this.
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[His lips are spread in a smarmy grin as she gets to her feet and stalks toward him, not flinching in the slightest as she points at him and throws out her baseless accusations.]
Of course not. How could I have possibly concocted this kind of madness? [His expression changes quickly to one of irritation.] I'll have you know I've been stuck in this bloody place for over half a year now. Good to see you too, by the way.
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[ Wasn't that the way it worked, though? Something completely bizarre happens, and here comes Lucifer, with that shit-eating grin and pressed suit, and at the moment, Chloe is really trying not to just haul off and punch him in the arm.
She gets distracted by what he said, though, and the thought fades from her head as she stares at him in confusion. ]
You're joking, right? I just saw you yesterday. There's no way you've been here for six months. [ Confusion turns to concern quickly and she moves towards him, her hand raising up to hover near his shoulder. ] Are you okay? Did you hit your head maybe?
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[His eyes light up at her words, and he completely ignores the fact that she's asking him a question at all, because of course he didn't hit his head. He can't exactly get a concussion, now can he?]
Friend of mine informed me that time doesn't progress where we've come from while we're here. Now I suppose I have proof! Isn't that convenient? You haven't had to miss me at all!
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[ The old adage, "How can I miss you if you won't go away?" probably would have drifted through Chloe's mind if she wasn't busy trying to make heads or tails of what he was telling her. Something about the way time was progressing, and something to do with this place, and something something okay wait let's take a step back here. ]
Lucifer...
[ She steps forward, pressing her lips together thoughtfully and pushing a lock of hair from her face. Her voice was lowered, her eyes staring up at him with patience. ] Does this have something to do with, you know... The. Devil thing?
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[He tilts his head as he looks down at her curiously.]
Does that mean you finally believe me, Detective?
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Uh, no. I just didn't know if your, ah, beliefs had escalated into... something bigger.
[ She didn't think Lucifer was insane, and at her heart of hearts, would never believe he would kidnap her to try to play out some bizarre fantasy. She trusted him implicitly. But she had to ask. Even if he had been involved, she wouldn't have been angry with him. He was her friend first and foremost, and if he needed her help, she was going to make sure she gave it to him, regardless of what that exactly mean. ]
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[As he continues to look peeved about the whole thing.]
If they did, I would likely have quite a bit more control over the situation. Instead, I've been transported to several different dimensions and had my entire life completely rewritten for a time. It's been very disorienting, not to mention annoying.
[A beat.]
Oh, and there was a monster made of discarded Halloween candy that would eat anyone who decided not to trick-or-treat.
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[ She huffed a sigh. Leave it to him to not even take whatever was going on here seriously. There was no point in dwelling on it; half of the things that came out of his mouth didn't make sense, but she had always managed to overlook it before. Lucifer was a frustrating mystery, but he was her mystery. All and all, even when he spoke in riddles, she was relieved he was here with her. ]
... Okay. Let's say, hypothetically, a monster made of out of Halloween candy is actually a... thing. [ She sighed, looking away from him for a moment. She couldn't believe she was even going there. ] How did we get here? What does this have to do with different dimensions and, most importantly, how the hell do I get back home to my daughter?
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[He takes this very seriously thank you very much. As serious as he's capable of, anyway.]
I'm afraid I don't know. No one does. From what I can tell, something about this place draws people here from literally different worlds, some similar to ours, some not so much. [He leans toward her, speaking quietly as if someone might overhear them.] One of the gentlemen here knows a different Lucifer, and not just an imposter but a completely different version of myself. He sounds like a total wanker, too. The man likes me much better.
Sorry this took so long! I'm still down for it if you are <3
[ She's trying to joke, but it's coming out a little flat. She doesn't like the idea of ending up here, of not knowing how to get back to Trixie. Chloe couldn't even begin to touch on the other things he was saying - different worlds, all of that. It was too strange to her, and she couldn't understand all of the background noise through the gripping fear of not being able to understand why she couldn't get home. ]
Can you concentrate for just a minute? I can't stay here. And neither can you. If you've been here so long, why haven't you been figuring out how to get out of here?
UM ALWAYS come to me
[No doubt she'll think he's joking, or making some elaborate metaphor, despite the seriousness with which he delivers that.]
Well, we can't stay here, and yet we have literally no choice. [He lifts his eyebrows.] You think I haven't been? I can slip a pair of handcuffs in seconds and after six months, I'm still here. I'm mind-blowingly irritating, let me tell you.
YAY
Okay. Okay. Let's start from the beginning. What's the last thing you remember before you came here? And do you remember anything about how you actually got here?
/reaches forrrr
That whole issue with those wings of mine that you helped me find.
[The ones that, in the end, he had burned on a beach before telling her they no longer mattered.]
As for how I got here, one moment I wasn't, and the next I simply was. It was all rather sudden, really. Not to mention perplexing.
/runs into your arms
As for the timeline, well, it lined up with hers. Minus the whole, he had been here for six months and she'd only seen him the day before. ]
Yeah, that's what happened with me, too.
[ So what now? Here they were, trapped in this bizarre place, with no idea how they got there and no idea how they would get home. Chloe was frustrated, not with Lucifer, but more with herself for managing to get into this situation. ]
So what exactly have you been doing to keep yourself busy, exactly?
yessss come to me /catches
[The Detective has many more reasons to want to return home than he does. Several of the things he would want to return to he's managed to have here as well. If anything, Chloe herself was one of the only things he truly missed about Earth.]
I opened a club, of course. Deux Lux - my room is above it, as usual, though the place lacks an elevator. It wasn't particularly necessary this time. [He points toward the ceiling.] It's up on the sixth floor if you'd like to take a peek.
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[ She kind of wants to strangle him. She's not really mad - she understandings the psychology of going back to what you know and all that, but he seems to be handling this in so much more stride than she can wrap her head around.
Granted, he had been there for six months, which was a long time. And granted... This was Lucifer. Taking things in stride was always easier for him that it was for her. ]
Yeah, you know... Okay. I could use a drink, actually.
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[He seems genuinely curious as to what she really expected from him as far as passing the time goes. It seemed like a rather obvious solution to his bored to him.]
Excellent. [He casually offers her his arm.] Right this way.
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Is your bar as successful here as the one in LA? [ To be fair, she can't imagine Lucifer without Lux. It always seemed like his passion project, the thing that helped make him who he was. Maybe it was good that he found something like that here. ]
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[They reach the stairs and he starts up them, taking his time as they head upward.]
I couldn't find anyone who wanted to be a dancer, either. A shame.
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[ What? She can't help it. There might be a little jealously to her voice, but she wouldn't ever admit it. Lucifer can do whatever he wants, with whoever he wants - and he usually does. ]
I'm surprised with even 200 people you couldn't find someone willing to writhe around on a stage and take off her top. [ She pauses, regretting that word choice right away. ] And before you say anything, no, I'm not interested.
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[He sighs, shaking his head.]
That's what I thought. Unfortunately, Wonderland is filled to the brim with prudes trying to protect the virgin eyes of the children who live here, as if it's something most of them haven't seen before.
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[ Who cares about your bar, Lucifer. Children are involved. Worse, now she's wondering if Trixie might be there, too. ]
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[He cares about his bar, thank you very much. It's very important to him.]
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