14233/Dinner on the Rooftops

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Dinner on the Rooftops
Date of Scene: 28 March 2022
Location: East Park Side (Crime Alley), Old Gotham
Synopsis: Yes, the devil really did inquire about hiring Harley Quinn as a Psychiatrist
Cast of Characters: Sinister, Lucifer




Sinister has posed:
So. There was a point to the trip to Gotham, it seems. That will be something to discuss if it ever comes to fruition, but there was a side-note. Signing of land rights and ownership papers are terribly boring and bound up in legalese. Mind you, with the amount of lawyers that end up in hell, Lucifer must have quite the knowledge of fine print. Always good to apologise later for boring the King of Hell, AFTER he's made sure that you aren't being shafted with a thousand years of servitude to the darkness of Gotham city, right?

And people still gotta eat. Somehow up on the rooftops, the city seems cleaner. The filth that humanity leaves behind seems so much smaller when viewed from above. Sitting on the guttering on a blanket purchased specifically for the purpose, the spread is chinese food; dumplings, spring rolls, sweet and sour chicken balls, all of the sort that you can eat with CLEAN chopsticks, whilst looking over the miasma below. "I probably should have haggled over repairs to those tenements, but frankly I was about as bored as you were. I'll send people to evaluate and begin construction on the free local clinic."

Lucifer has posed:
Well, there was a point to Lucifer going to Gotham with Sinister. Even if all Sinister needed to do was some boring eye crosses and tee dottings. Of course, Lucifer may have been bored out of his skull in those circumstances, but he also paid attention to make sure that his lover wasn't being screwed one way or the other in any of the deals he was making. Lawyers. Bottom feeders. They'll try to make a buck any way they can and sometimes they'll skip over how the wording of finer prints go. Then suddenly there's a loop hole in a clause that causes one the inability to get out of something and you have to fight for ages to get what should have been corrected sooner, later, which just ties a person up even further in legal proceedings....

There's a reason Luci loves Lawyers in Hell.

"Should have. Didn't. It will be alright. So long as you aren't being taken to the cleaners in the end of all things, I am satisfied." Lucifer offers this while popping a dumpling into his mouth and chews on it thoughtfully. He's still waiting to hear Sinister inquire about what he discussed with Miss Harley Quinn.

Sinister has posed:
Yes. That crumpet is still toasting for now. But probably not for much longer...

There's got to be an entire CIRCLE in hell, devoted solely to Contract law. And so many high rollers that ended up in Pandemonium. That must be an interesting place to visit, for Demons on their downtime. "I tend toward stipulation of the one hundred and one year contracts for land lease. Some of those are up for renewal now, but I'll have my people look after that. I just hope that this is going to be profitable in a way that I appreciate. I doubt it's going to bring me any money, I'll be lucky if these apartment buildings break even." Gotham low-income housing really won't, lets face it.

Chicken ball, dipped in sweet and sour, eaten thoughtfully as wonton soup is sipped and out it comes. "You really did ask Doctor Quinzel to take you on as a client, didn't you."

Lucifer has posed:
"Ah. Well at least you have people to take care of certain things. Though if there's no profit to be made, then why even bother?" A beat. "I'm just curious." He finalizes so Sinister doesn't think he's questioning or doubting the man's choices.

A pause as he takes up a chicken ball himself, dips and eats. This gives him time to think, or to perhaps just let a beat or two more pass before he answers. "I did. I think she's qualified on many counts to be precisely that..."

Sinister has posed:
"Right," there's a long look being given to Lucifer here, with a bit of cheek chewing AND chickenball chewing both. He clears his palate off with another sip of the wanton. The cup hovers at his mouth, tipped but not enough to spill it forth. "No, I think I have to ask:--" he sets the soup down and swivels about a bit to face Lucifer, tilting his head. "Why? I mean, what makes you think she's qualified?" Careful choice of words, perhaps, to genuinely uncover the logical line of thought. Or what might actually be illogical line, but there we go.

He waves his hand though, using the chopsticks like windshield wipers on trivialities. "Profit can be in information, not in cold hard cash. I have very lucrative projects that rack in substantial gains, after all."

Lucifer has posed:
"Because that was precisely the work she did before she became what she is. And what she is now, is mallet-shit crazy. You put a doctorate in with that and what do you get?" Lucifer offers, looking out upon Gotham for a moment. "Once upon a time the Devil came to Earth to stay within her confines. To meld himself in with the crowd. He found everything he could possibly want, and many a thing he didn't even realize he needed... but there's still something... missing. One little piece to the entire puzzle. And no matter what, he can't find it." He pauses a moment, then looks over to Sinister. "I think she might be able to help me find it. I think I need her kind of crazy to dig out the last little bit..."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister listens intently, his gaze on Lucifer's profile as the reply is given, drifting off it only at the end, to look down at the streets, out over the storied rooftops instead. He doesn't reply with words, but he does nod a couple of times, silently. The horizon is met with his gaze and he removes the dark sunglasses that have been perched on his nose for a while, folding them and sliding them inside his suit's inside pocket, lifting his hand to the tie in his hair to free it, also.

"I hope you do find it. If not with her, there are many others that have psychiatric training and open minds. I think it's the open minds bit that's actually the most important. Hmmm." He gazes at one neon sign blinking its advertizing into the night sky for a bit, then fishes out his cigarette case, lights two up with his zippo and hands one over, still looking out over the city.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer watches Sinister for a moment, as he nods but says nothing and then looks out over the city. Removes those sunglasses. He swears he can almost feel something settling between them, and he doesn't quite like the feeling of it. Finally, Sinister speaks, but it doesn't ease the feeling the Devil has in the moment. As those cigarettes are pulled out, he'll move to offer his own light only to be quelled by the fact that Sinister uses his zippo and then offers one of the cigarettes over.

It's taken, but he just holds it for now. Like he's been giving something new that he has no idea what to do with it. Several moments of silence pass before Lucifer finally flicks ashes that have slowly burned down the unsmoked cigarette and then asks, "...Have I upset you?..."

Sinister has posed:
"No. Just confused me. I'm trying to get my mind to wrap around it," Nathaniel replies, drawing a bead on the flickering of that neon sign and staring at it with narrowed eyes. He draws on the cigarette, removes it from his lips to flick ash, then uses it to jab a point toward the sign. Something over there jostles a little bit and the sign stops flickering as he looks back. "I like to fix things, as you know. Mostly to my own liking. And I do know that no single person can be everything to someone else. So, understand it's not jealousy talking here. It's concern. But I do trust you."

He leans over then, to offer a kiss. "Honest," easing back afterwards.

"So tell me, my marvellous, mischievous malefico... how do you reckon she'll be able to fit the last puzzle piece in? Turning it around and sideways and backwards until it fits in somewhere I'd wager. But the helpfulness of insanity is ahhh... kooky at best."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer takes a drag off that cigarette while watching Sinister fix the flickering neon sign. After a moment he chuckles and nods his head. "Yes. I know you like to fix things. You fixed me, in a few ways." He offers this and then smiles and nods when he offers that it's not jealousy but concern, a kiss returned, and then that single word of 'honest', which breaks whatever tension Lucifer was feeling in a one-sided way.

"I think that's the partial beauty behind it. I have absolutely no idea and am looking forward to see how it goes. But if I start getting lured down a line, or anything else goes awry... I will walk away. Wipe my hands of her. I promise." He says this and then offers Sinister another kiss.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's sigh of relief probably pops the very last of the tension. "That's /all/ I needed to hear," he murmurs as the kiss lands and he keeps a hold of it or a bit, reaching a hand to hold the Devil's head steady. It breaks with a smile, tipping his head forward to rest forehead to forehead. "Sometimes, I wonder if I should have a therapist and not a bartender-slash-host-slash-devil-on-my-shoulder to bend the ear of. But you do a wonderful job so often of just letting me talk things through. I suspect I'd drive them to distraction though. Or have an enormously difficult time not playing games."

Lucifer has posed:
"Well, talking things through is what we do best, yeah? And I surely can play the part of therapist to others... just not to myself. I'm glad that set you more at ease." Lucifer could feel such so that's what he lands on. "You might. But sometimes distractions can be a welcomed thing... and playing games..." He gives an eskimo kiss to the man before leaning back just a touch. "I think that depends on the game being played..." A smirk then as he takes another drag off his cigarette and then eats a dumpling. "So... what's next?"

Sinister has posed:
"That's the eternal question isn't it?" Nathaniel replies, tossing his hair as distance is granted enough to do so, leaning his head back to look at the night sky, under intermittant clouds. "What IS next?" Smoke dragged upon, he crosses his legs, hooking ankle behind ankle and begets a small, knowing smile at the heavens. "Month to go until the next full moon... need a few more test samples to see if my theories on counteracting the apophis stone malady is effective or not, though I suspect that will forever be an experimental proceedure. Hmmm. And it's almost our anniversary. That time went by rather quick, didn't it?"

He rolls his head to the side, a wicked little glimmer in red eyes.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer finishes his smoke and burns it into nothing as he is prone to do. Far better than littering the streets. He'll do the same when Sinister offers his own over once he's done with it. "Mmn. A few things we'll be looking forward to then... our anniversary especially...I think..." This much and then he catches that wicked litle glimmer in Sinister's eyes sparkling red because he's not hiding himself. There's a grin to match and then a pounce after. Perhaps a roll or two before a little more happens on that rooftop than just dinner and talking.