14259/Slugs, snails, sugar and spice

Slugs, snails, sugar and spice
Date of Scene:	03 April 2022
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Mulder and Scully. Dog scully? Dog Scully. Plans for investigating Scotland occur.
Cast of Characters:	Sinister, Lucifer

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Sinister has posed:
So. There's werewolves. They're contained and fed. Kibbles and bits not really the accurate thing to be giving them, a mild sedative in their steak sauce and plenty of tenants and irn bru will have to do. There's a battery of other tests being run now on the samples taken, including squamous cells from a cheek scraping and it looks like a bizarre photography studio in the lab right now.

And there's the potential of having to do a small manhunt over scotland, to try and locate Kate's family, which might thereafter turn into happy days in heather or the like, if all goes to plan. And in the bathroom, Sinister is sitting on the bath, staring at his reflection in the large mirror, making his face do -emotions-. He isn't an actor after all, but he might as well be one; though a lot of him keeps sliding into all the faces he tends to wear. There's a sigh, standing up he frowns at himself. "Well, maybe not a person then..."

Popping, cracking, shifting, shrinking and there's a Doberman sitting infront of the mirror instead, with his head on one side and a 'hrrrmp' twist of the muzzle. Aarrawf, he turns and trots out, sniffing along the floor all over the place, tracing pathways of walking.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer is currently lounging on the couch in the front room, surrounded by a few several books on werewolves and Celtic gods. All the lores and legends that surround such things. There's a cigarette smoking in the ashtray and a glass of whiskey aside that while he's glancing through a book on magicks and their workings. Though of course, he hears the sounds that don't sound quite human and then there's the clattering of nails on the wooden floos as the Sin-dog trots through the penthouse. Lucifer sits up after a moment and glances around. "...What are you doing?"

Sinister has posed:
The Sin-dog pauses by a spot, nose wiffling as he sniffs up the side of the pillar he was at, then looks up the top of it with his head tilted, like 'whut?' then looks over at Lucifer. "Awrrruff," on again! Sniff sniffsniffsniff sniffysniff... around in a figure of eight, then back to the couch, to hop up onto it and lay down, staring with a big-ass canine smile on his face.

<<I thought maybe a Turner and Hooch vibe, for hunting for random scottish women. Or perhaps a Mulder and Scully. But I realized I might end up overdoing it. I'm trying things on for size. By the by, my senses match the form I'm in, so wow... I can smell last week.>>

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer shifts a little to watch Sin-dog sniff around, awruff, and then sniff around in a figure eight pattern before jumping up and onto the couch. He reaches a hand to scritch behind the ears of the canine and then shifts to under the chin while tilting his head and listening to that voice in his head.

"I think I can do a Turner and Hooch thing... though yeah it'd probably be more like Mulder and Scully..if Scully were a dog." He grins, implying that Sin is indeed the woman. Or more like the nonbelieving person between the two of them. At that last comment, he grins. "Oh? And what does last week smell like?"

Sinister has posed:
<<Bacon. And those eggs benedict you made. And copious amounts of alcohol on Lois...>> The dog's nose wrinkles with a soft huff of air, tail giving a few wags at the scritching. <<More please,>> there's a mental chuckle and he rests his head down on Lucifer's lap, looking up with EYEBROWS. It's a dog thing.

<<I'm just aware that two men coming knocking on people's doors and asking questions in Scotland and England doesn't go quite as well as it does in the USA. We have Mormons and are used to it. THey have jehova's witnesses and they sneak up on you in shopping centres.>>

Lucifer has posed:
"Amazing how those scents tend to linger like the air has memory or something." Lucifer says this much, watching that tail go at the scritching. When Sinister asks for more, Lucifer obliges, and actually laughs in appreciation as he lays down in Lucifer's lap. "Of course." Scritch, scritch.

"No I get it. That makes sense. I'm hoping to pinpoint her a little bit better than having to go door to door. My connections have connections you know - and while some people may not be able to have things looked up on an international level well..." He smirks. "It helps to know a fed or two..."

Sinister has posed:
<<That's a romantic way of looking at it, I admit,>> The dog exhales a sigh of contentment at the continued ruffling and scritches, his upright ears flopping sidelong a little. <<Entropy is a strange phenomenon, particulate decay happens at a prescribed rate, disencorporating into component parts and decomposing. But the memory of Air sounds so much more poetic.>>

A paw joins DoberSin's head on that lap and the EYEBROWS engage again as he looks up. <<My name is Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar. You can call me Double-o Six-six-six?>>

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer chuckles a little. "Well you are the more scientific minded of the both of us, my dear... but I am glad you can appreciate the romanticism and poetry in my words." Saying this much while still scritching the pooch between the ears, noting that he's flopped sideways a bit. Glancing down at him for a moment while he shifts just so to settle in his seat a bit more. "Should I get you a bowl of cognac to slurp from?"

That last bit, however, does make him laugh a bit more. "Something like that. Double oh six indeed."

Sinister has posed:
<<And I just had to settle for Presidents. Mind you, I could bring a couple of them to bear in a crisis...>> Although some of them are dead, which would cause some very interesting results if he did. Getting assistance from Teddy Roseveldt would be bizarre. <<Probably best not to though. You have different kinds of favours than I do.>> -- He seems to think about things then and there, canine eyes half-lidded and becoming distant, then closing completely -- The black and tan fur shifts, becomes silkier and longer as he stretches out, the slender paws become rounder and the claws in them hooked as the muzzle blunts off and thickens; doberman becomes panther and rolls onto his side, belly exposed and back to Lucifer. Kitteh! Enormous one, but hey. <<The mischief in me wants to pretend to be the black beast of Bogdan moore. I could get snapped by the papparazi and make the news more interesting for a while.>>

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer smirks. "Favours, yes, a few of them really. Especially since I did help with solving cases back in my beginning days here in New York." This offered as he watches the dobberman change slowly but finally into the panther. Black fur, exposed belly, a belly that actually gets scritched once it is exposed. "Why not? Give them something else to talk about for a little while and take their minds off the werewolf stuff... that might even buy us some time to fix things in that department."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister continues the roll until he is completely on his back, paws hanging like catcher's mitts across his chest and tail slinked like a snake over the end of the couch. Green and yellow eyes look up at the devil and he lets out a long rumbling sound that ends with a little trill in the throat. One big paw is lifted and boops on the devil's chin. A rumbling purr sounds afterwards, as the big paddy paw flops back down again. Scritches are gud, m'kay? <<You might be overestimating the NYPD's ability to get international espionage agencies to cooperate. But I also imagine that you've had contacts there in the past, also. I have faith in you, my dearest. Just as I have faith that you'll thoroughly enjoy a bit of chaos.>>

Lucifer has posed:
The trilling sound is enjoyed by Lucifer before there's a crossing of the eyes as they both move in to watch the paw that boops his nose. It's an interesting thing to see this big paw coming at your face and not feel threatened at all by it. More scritches come to that belly as he listens to the words further offered. "That's why I said FBI, not NYPD. I'm owed a few favors by a few different people in different levels of law enforcement. I'm sure I can get someone to do a search for me with the FBI contacts better. And yes. I will love me some chaos..." Speaking of... "But before that gets going... how about we spread a little personal chaos of our own in the bedroom, hmm?"