14407/On Dinners and the Mothers who Made Them

On Dinners and the Mothers who Made Them
Date of Scene:	21 May 2022
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Lucifer and Sinister discuss Lucifer's mother, and...then binge in a documentary.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
There's food. There's a LOT of food. Pot roast, mashed dill potatoes, steamed carrots, mushy peas, corn on the cob, yorkshire puddings, fluffy biscuits, ribs, coleslaw, pork beans, and macaroni with cheese. There's enough here to feed an army, more than what Lucifer and Sinister could ever eat themselves - at least not in a night. But this is one way that Lucifer shows signs of stress. Excessively doing something because it helps him focus on just one thing rather than the actual thing his brain wants to be focused on. Which in this case is a topic he never thought he would actually ever broach again with someone...yet here we are. "Sinister? Supper's on!"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister has also been keeping his oddest of hours. Sometimes, this has been days. But always at night, returning to the space he shares with the devil himself. Research days can do this to a particularly driven type of fellow -- but today was a day -off- marked with going for a walk and doing a spot of normality in the form of a farmer's market earlier in the day. Thus the plethora of fresh produce that now has apparently become a feast fit for the entire staff of Lux. He had of course smelled it from the balcony, but reading out there had taken precidence over pestering the chef by being in the way... so it is with a raised eyebrow and hesitant steps that he comes in from the utter lack of cold, to gaze upon the smorgasboard. "Not to chasten or the like my dear, but we were supposed to at least make those purchases last until Tuesday..." he teases, but gently. "You seem to have been inspired." Or rather, as he's well aware, distracted. "Wherefore does this veritable banquet come?"

Lucifer has posed:
"I'll replace everything tomorrow. I need to go do inventory at Lux's kitchen as well so I'll just do both trips in one swing." Lucifer says this and then takes a slow breath. "Some time ago, during a conversation I barely remember the gist of, I dropped a nugget of knowledge that threw you for a loop. Well, I'm not one to keep people waiting for forever...dependong on the contract...but I figured I should actually explain to you a bit about..." He pauses, looks the food over, and then breathes out. "My mother." A tilt of his head then. "Maybe we should get plates and then the rest can be sent down stairs as a meal for the employees of Lux."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister nods slowly. "Simplicity itself," he levitates a couple of plates for them both and with a gesture to the illustrious array of nibbles, aesthetically lifts samples from each dish so that none of the dishes themselves look as if they've been tucked into too much. Apparently, sending a feast of 'leftovers' down to the staff didn't sit right with him. "You had mentioned her. And I suppose it shoudln't really be a surprise, given that there are certain factors that get mirrored through species. But it's a little different when fable becomes fabulous." He smiles crooked at Lucifer at that and proceeds to get a winebottle popped. To chase with the hard liquor of course.

Lucifer has posed:
"No fable. Just facts. I have a dad and a mom. Mom was always...dad's right hand. She helped him in so many ways - and not just in the kid department." Lucifer starts explaining while watching plates get served and then he tilts his head. Without even bothering with an idea for seconds cause - that's a LOT of food - he sends the dishes downstairs. "The interesting part comes when I have to remember that when dad decided to banish me...she did nothing...." He sits then, serving glasses of liquor and wine together. "Getting ahead of myself a bit I think. Did you have any particular quandries?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister shakes his head, taking an elegant perch at the breakfast nook, he studies the food first, then the archangel second, taking up cutlery and holding it like the gentleman that he is. It would be rude as all get out not to take a taste, whilst the story unfolds. "I feel I should simply let you talk this through, interrupting does not seem... logical at the moment." He offers, letting his palate appreciate nuances on the back of fork tines.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer nods, taking up a forkful of food to sample, chewing thoughtfully for a moment. "Well, if you couldn't think my father a worse asshole than he is now...after a short time...he actually banished my mother as well. From Heaven to Hell. Making her my problem." He smirks. "I have her in a ... very special place ..." A pause, another bite to sample. "And she's only escaped once."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister has managed to arrange the plates so that the rib-fest is on one side of the platter and the pot roast on the other, separated by clever vegetable arrangements and mashed potato mountains. Alternating beans and slaw with pot roast and puddin', he looks up and over at Lucifer with a frown hinting between his brows. "So what made you think over her at this current time?" he asks "Is it because mother's day just came and left? I doubt that's the case, but sometimes these things do tickle at you." The wine goes rather well with the beans, at least.

Lucifer has posed:
"She's been at the back of my mind since I dropped the ball on her existence to you." Lucifer admits. "I just... I never knew what to say. How to explain her to you..." He offers this much more and then takes up a rib to tear into for a moment. Nothing mannerful about it either. He simply rips into the succulent flesh and gets sauce all over his face. "I really don't give two shakes of a rats ass about her...she betrayed me...so fuck her."

Sinister has posed:
"Well, I think technically... I should mention that I too, have a mother. Insane though that is, I know." Sinister says this solemnly, giving only the ghost of a wink to go with it. "She's a little boring and uptight through, considering she's been moldering in her grave for a couple of centuries now. I wasn't grown in a vat, unlike my replacements. I suppose I'm their mother. Imagine that." He gazes at his wine at this, thoughtful for a moment with his gaze narrowed, then with a shrug, meets Lucifer's gaze again with a fleeting grin. "I don't quite believe that's the entire story though my dear. It's truth, but I don't think it's the whole of it. I don't know why she would cause you so much trouble, just over my surprise at it. Unless you are poking at aspects of her existence in the back of your mind, -because- of that."

Lucifer has posed:
"The one and only time she escaped hell... she... escaped hell. No one is supposed to be able to do that aside from me. At least not from within my corner of it." Lucifer explains. "And it caused me a good deal of worry and I got a lot of things wrong cause I thought she was hiding in every new corpse that popped up that day. My friend thought I was going crazy... even my siblings got involved because... well.." He waves his fork a bit and then uses it to take another bite of food. "We eventually got her back to hell but...it was a battle."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister nods to this too, leaning forward to give a kiss to the cook, perhaps a reassurance to the man, a cheek to the Celestial. He settles back after and setting his cutlery aside, dabbles in a rib. "These are an incredibly American thing, you know. Doing away with the overly strict rules of society, to pick things up and eat them with your hands. Messily." He chuckles at this, then clears his throat, raising the rib like he would his wineglass. "Which is a story, a slice of history, much like that was. -Why- is she plaguing your mind now? Are you worried that it happened before because you were absent? Or was something else at play? Are you concerned it might occur again?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer blinks and looks to Sinister. "Why are you insistent that she's plaguing my mind for any other reason than what I have already stated? It won't occur again. Ever. She knows her place." As Lucifer finishes those words, that final statement, his eyes seem to flash a moment and then he takes another bite of food. "You just seemed surprised that I had a mother. And speaking about her is a bittersweet occasion. That's it. Now. I brought it up. So I am also dropping it. Unless you have questions. We're done with the topic."

Sinister has posed:
Making the motion of buttoning his lip, locking it and flicking away the key, Sinister settles back, hooks his elbow over the back of the chair, turning the gesture to a sweep of the food before them, then at the places where food had been, before it vanished southward. "Mm mummh moommemim..." he frowns, pantomimes unlocking his lips again and repeats "...I'm just noticing that you have thrown yourself into productivity and provision, which is something usually associated with a busy mind. Often one that is chewing over things, is all. If that was all that it was, I sit corrected. If there is something -else- I feel you ought to lighten your load." And then he pantomimes locking his lips again.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer looks where Sinister motions and then takes a breath before letting it out slowly. "Okay. I probably got carried away a little bit." He relaxes some and just shakes his head, giving a chuckle and a smile. "There really isn't anything more there. I was just thinking and cooking and mulling and cooking and cooking and... well... suddenly there was enough for an army. But all I've said is all there is..." He leans over then to offer a kiss to Sinister. Messy mouth and all!

Sinister has posed:
Frankly, there's rib sauce all over the place, so whilst that's messy, it's no MORE messy. It seems to settle the Scientist though, setting his rib down whilst enjoying the moment. It's polished off only when the moment has come and gone, "Overall, yours is hardly a neurotypical family at any rate. Mind, I think the older religions seemed to have a different perspective on it -- but they came after the creation, the big bang as it were." He laughs, shakes his head a little "...I think the multiverse theory is beginning to look more and more accurate." He takes up his wine, dabbing his lips with a napkin and setting it over his cutlery to indicate his satisfaction. "We'll clear up later. I've been gone quite a bit of late and I feel like binging a documentary series with you. There's one about taboo subjects, if you care to indulge with me?"