14085/So what did we come up with, Pinky

So what did we come up with, Pinky
Date of Scene:	23 January 2022
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Mostly, work with gremlins and malediction. Lots of work to do.
Cast of Characters:	Sinister, Lucifer, Constantine

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Sinister has posed:
It has been some time, since the great meeting of minds and supposition of the abilities of magic to do certain things. In the interim, plans have been laid and explored, certain relaxation had to occur and we are once again back in the safezone that is the Devil's playground. There are places to talk in the world and then there are places that only a fool would try and eavesdrop on. Sometimes, it's nice to feel connected.

So, at some point an enspelled envelope was dropped in a regular mailbox with the time and the place and instructions to bring whatever the thinking cap managed to expunge.

Sinister is currently reviewing a tome from the Wall of Weird, one that describes disturbing details of devices and fetishes that have been created in times gone by, for mystical purpose. He's observing a worrisome stone shaped like a worm, which can be used to come to life and imbed in a person's brain, to access memory and other such things.

Lucifer has posed:
While Nathaniel is looking through texts from the Library, Lucifer is resting on the chaise lounge chair. Tossing a stress ball into the air, only to catch it again, over and over while Nathaniel does his thing. "Penny for your thoughts, love? Or are we just waiting for the Master of Magical Things to appear?" Asking this with a grin, still tossing and catching that ball. Half a mind to serve a drink or few, maybe have a smoke. Anything to pass the time because right now, for the moment, the Devil just happens to be... well... Bored.

Constantine has posed:
The elevator's bell heralds a visitor. By the after party smell of it, it's John Constantine and he appears bearing gifts. One hand is holding a tall bird cage covered with a flowery cotton sheet, hiding its occupant. The other carries the kind of cheap gift bag you get from a one dollar store, this one displaying basic renditions of neon colored streamers, gold stars and coloured squares meant to be confettis. "Hello. I've found things that may help." He sets down the cage, the bag he puts down further apart from the cage. "What are you looking at?"

Sinister has posed:
"Only a penny? I'm not sure that will stretch very far, some of these devices are frankly diabolical, to use probably the exact right term." Sinister lays a book mark in his page, looking over at Lucifer on the chaise and tracking the ball up and down, up and down before focusing on the angel's face. "Feeling like I should at least try helping some. But I think like myself, which is also how they think and I'm trying to think outside of my usual box." He sets the book aside with a huffed sigh. "I keep wanting to raid my deep storage and go high tech and ... it won't be helpful."

The elevator ding is therefore a rather helpful distraction, although the telepath's eyes settle on the covered cage singularly. "Forced memory extraction stone, aptly named the Ear Wyrm. I've found a lot of removal things and not a lot of obfuscation things, nor anything in hexes and maladictions that I would like to -try- to understand."

Lucifer has posed:
"I feel a little helpless myself. I'm hoping Constantine can come up with something because all I have is what I know of you from what you've told and shown me. So it's like... the outside looking into your world and I don't feel..." Lucifer seems to stumble on his explanation and then goes back to ball tossing. It's not until the elevator dings and John steps in that he stops and sits up. A brow raises at the sight of the covered cage. "If something is alive in that cage and we're planning on making it dead for any reason, I don't think I want part in that. We can find another way to deal with this without sacrificing animals..."

Constantine has posed:
John smiles to both. "Hard at work, I see." First he addresses Lucifer's concerns. He points to the cage. "It's a gremlin. A faerie. They cannot really die in the realm of men because they are born of beliefs. If they lose their physical form, they return to their 'regio' until they are wished back through stories. Nothing to worry about." He then gets closer to where Sinister is pondering over trinkets and charms.

"Hexes and the like are... it depends. Some are just enchantments with nefarious effects. More advanced ones rely on reversal of causality and they are incredibly hard to shake off. Ear Wyrm..." He leans forward to have a better look. "Nasty thing, that. If you can get one in place, that is. Can be removed easily by someone else so it's less effective against an army of mind powered clones with regeneration." He smirks and wiggles his fingers. The festive bag shakes a little and then hops its way in small bounds toward John. "I brought party hats."

Sinister has posed:
"A gremlin," Sinister repeats, looking once again at the birdcage. There's a frown then, a bettled brow and a roll of the jaw as he twists lips in deeper thought. Maybe what he's THINKING that's for isn't what was planned for it, but one never knows if one idea isn't more effective than another. THe bouncing bag is watched also as it hops closer. "If they're tin-foil I am going to laugh. But they're for mind-shielding, yes?"

But he's not letting something slip by, either. Looking back at Lucifer, he tilts his head encouragingly. "Finish your thoughts, love. It might be that they can be expanded upon. Helped through."

Lucifer has posed:
"A...gremlin." Lucifer repeats after Nathaniel and then shakes his head a little. There's strange things, and then there are stranger things, and a gremlin is up there with stranger things. Next thing he knows John will be showing up with little imps that carry small pitchforks and have pointy tails and horns. His gaze shifts over to Nathaniel after a moment and he shrugs. "I just do not know how I can help in this type of situation. Aside from being supportive and offer what I can when necessary. But to know just how to execute the bext possible thing to get rid of this batch of you... it's above my head. Yet that makes me feel... helpless. I could rain down hell... but that might not actually be helpful. Hence why I'm leaving most of this to whatever you and John can come up with."

Constantine has posed:
"A gremlin," John confirm. As for that they look like? For now the cage remains covered. "One at a time, Luci. You are formidable and you can at times break the rules of reality itself. Even though the clones regenerate, it will take time for one to recover and they others will feel its demise. I think it's best we take them down rapidly, before they can overcome the shock and awe."

John lights up a cigarette. "I've lined them with foil, on the inside. Just to humor you. Your clones think like you and if the find out about the foil, it might just throw them off a bit. No... these party hats will not exactly shield your mind but it will... hmm. They'll duplicate what you believe is a wild party and generate daydreams in the line of thinking in your subconcious. Anyone trying to read your thoughts will be pleasantly diverted and may even feel... elated." He grins. He gets a hat from the bag, a simple cardboard cone, checkered in green and red with a pompom made of ribbons at its tip. The inside is, as advertised, lined with crinkly tin foil. He offers it to Nathaniel. "Cheers."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister does not quite know what to make of this moment. THere's times in everyone's life and career when you're sitting infront of something so absurd, so surreal that you can't quite process what's going on. He looks between both men and then, because this is SO very relevent to the moment. "We're doomed," a gesture is made to the party hats one would normally find in a dollar store, then equally open palmed and helpless at the gremlin in a cage, which they've yet to actually see. "You're leaving the great thinking to ... to... Luci. Help!"

That last word is rather squeakier, with the constriction of his larynx. Nevertheless, the party hat floats over and rests in his lap, to be stared at. And gestured at, this time with both hands. "Raiding a facility. Wearing these. Because that won't be weird at all. Won't stick out like a very sore thumb hit by a pneumatic drill and stung by a thousand hornets. COuldn't... couldn't this have been /discreet/?" He has to laugh, rather giggly really. "Gods, I can just imagine how many jedi hand waves I'll have to do."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer blinks then looks between John and Nathaniel. "Okay... wait..." He shifts to stand, floating over a couple of glasses and a bottle of cognac. "Okay. Uhm. Yeah I don't think the party hats are going to do. We're more looking for something that can very discretely infiltrate these places and get rid of the ones we need to rid of." He offers this much and then fills a glass with cognac, offering it to Nathaniel. There's a thought that John has his own flask on him still. A glass is also poured for himself. "Love. Have you heard anything about the demon I sent into Hong Kong? He has yet to come back... though he's still within his time frame. I suspect if we don't hear any alarms, he should return in a couple days."

Constantine has posed:
John looks at the hat he just fished out of the bag, something similar to first but in other colors and with the words 'Happy B-Day' written in glitter on it. "Discrete?" He twists his mouth, seeing now what he missed in his choice of weapons. He puts the hat on his head. His smile returns and he looks very... mellow. "There's a spell... It rolls a fog that makes people sleepy and bored for an evening?" He seems to be doubting himself a little after this fair criticism from Lucifer. "Wait, a demon? ... I guess that works. Remember its true name, by any chance?"

With that tongue in cheek remark, he notices his hand had produced his flask without need for thought; he takes a generous sip from it.

Sinister has posed:
"Nothing yet, but I wouldn't expect to hear anything, personally. He's to report to you, but I've not had any odd stirrings out of Hong Kong from other staff..." Sinister pinches the bridge of his nose, uses thumb and forefinger to rub his eyelids a couple of times. When the cognac is poured, he takes it dutifully and downs half in one large swallow, apparently letting the liquor actually work, too. "At least we know we do have party hats as a last resort," but he has a purposeful look for a moment, then concentrates... REALLY concentrates on John. Who has his hat on. Welcome to one of the most powerful telepaths on earth, looking very focused at your brain, COnstantine!

At least they'll be able to see if it works...

Lucifer has posed:
"I was trying to gather any sort of intel while you were trying to come up with some sort of spell." Lucifer offers and then holds up a finger. "Also, did you really just ask if I know the true name of my own demon? Think about that, and then ask me it again if you're serious." This much more and then he watches as Nathaniel concentrates hard on trying to read John's brain while the man wears a birthday hat lined in tin foil. "Does tin foil really work? I thought that was just supposed to be some hooplah against alien beams or something like that."

Constantine has posed:
John chuckles at Lucifer's last, therefore confirming he was just pulling the Devil's finger? Tail? Leg. The Devil's leg. He points to the hat on his own head and says, "Enchanted it." At this moment, he frowns a little, feeling the attempted mind burglary by Nathaniel Sinister. He quirks his mouth and looks back at the intruder.

John's mind offers little to no effort to enter, although it was lined up by a short maze of mundane tediums and to-do's. Was this intentional? There are John's current thoughts, including how - a bored barman slides a pint of beer your way - he wishes he could get along with Lucifer but knows it may never happen. A jukebox is playing 'Ring of Fire', a couple dancing. There's also worries about - a chubby brunette with overgrown canines leaning closer - the use of a demon. At this very moment, John is about to do something. A hand of poker is folded and an amulet is reclaimed. John thinks: "Look down, Nathaniel."

John is pointing a finger gun at Nathaniel. "Bang bang. You were distracted, my friend."

Sinister has posed:
"I don't think so, Aluminium has no great properties except shielding from microwave emissions. So it sort of works..." Nathaniel drawls, his left hand lifted so as to paint what he's seeing on the walls of Lux, subtle waves of fingers a little distracted in that they look like they're conducting a private symphony. There on the walls, the carnivale of the bizarre, the party by the Piss-up-in-a-brewery political corporation. "Funny, but your hand is a fish, Constantine."

And at least for a little while, that will be a believable thought, though the point was proven as he rubs at his temple faintly. "Also, it seems as if a mental distraction could easily provide the necessary time for a physical distraction, if we..." he gestures at the three of them "...are coordinated."