2390/One Night in Lux

One Night in Lux
Date of Scene:	09 September 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Deadzone, Superwoman, Vulcan, Ahadiel

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Lucifer has posed:
Saturday night in a hot Manhattan club has its hallmarks. The cocktails flow as freely as the conversation. Sleek people who spent hours making themselves look effortlessly cool and beautiful prowl around. Those who linger at the bar daren't sit and those who seek the dance floor know they're on display, overlooked by the dozens of booths around the rim of the room. Sweet melodies that play out have a harder tone than they normally might, dipped in the black undertow of Berlin electronic club music and pulled shimmering against the ears.

Lucifer lords over it all from an unlikely spot, adjacent the dance floor. Two particularly unhappy guests are separated by the man, their conversation probably lost. It's not hard to read a glare or the sneer imposed on a face. Whatever powder keg wants to go off is currently being smothered.

Most of the clientele probably have no idea whatsoever about who is what. Or what is who. But nothing quite like a conjurer having words with a cambion, and the Devil forced into a negotiating stance.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum could frankly care less about who is who in this place. She came here because she heard the place was hot and music on fire. She is on the dancefloor, having a great time. Considering she lives her life as if she is always on display, she feels right at home here. A martini in one hand, she boogies to the music, mostly a shuffly-wiggly dance as those heels of hers could do some serious damage to someone if she stepped on their toes.

Superwoman has posed:
    Faora Hu-Ul needed a day out. Or a night out, as the case might be. Somewhere she could be away from her life as Superwoman. Normally, she'd go out with Tori- but this evening it was alone as Damaris Duval. Damaris Duval is wearing a pair of glasses- apparently Kryptonians have some secret power that allows eyeglasses to hide them.

    For clothing, she wore an evening dress in red. Her legs are impossibly long. She's got the poise of a supermodel. High heels, of course. She walks with grace towards the bar to find a place to sit. As she moves, people watch- its that genetic perfection of the Kryptonian science that draws the eye, or perhaps its the casual confidence that speaks to impossible strength and ability. She moves like a tigress- a hunting cat on the prowl for something- but what?

Vulcan has posed:
Vulcan decided to do some seeking in the Encyclopedia Vulcanis about how to fix the Forge. It was pretty much a lost cause, the thing was stolen in the first place but there were hints at a failsafe, but those were obviously among the few encrpyted entries in the encyclopedia. Things Vulcan had never been able to tell him. So. He was pretty much at square one, but he did know if he could fix Pandora...maybe? But Pandora was complicated, much more complicated than just bringing her to Tony Stark or Reed Richards and saying 'pretty please' because if they tripped the security protocols they might fix Pandora...but not what Pandora knew. He needed to do this right and to do that he need to KNOW things. Which left dangerous pathways. His Catholic upbringing fought him every step of the way but he really hadnt taken it seriously for years. Still, his hair stood on end as he read about the fact that Sons of Vulcans had dealt with the ACTUAL DEVIL over the years adn that he was a much more complex being than most would believe, still dangerous but not about his soul. It was sometimes more complicated than that. It could still be about a soul though. He moved into the place, carefully, shocked beyond imagining to find out that instead of a journey into the center of the Earth...he teleported....here. He looked around, armor and gear slung in a pack over his shoulder, not likely to show up in the metal detectors on the clubs security. It wasn't metal.

Ahadiel has posed:
Normally it's not an open mic night where electronic dance music is concerned. But in this case, it's a Daft Punk revival of sorts, with two appropriately dressed and 'cybered' up musicians working. Front and center is a singer, a redhead with a shimmering dress that seems to almost echo a disco ball as it shimmers and reflects the light from her. Almost as if it was generating the light itself with the glittering aura it has. And when the woman sings, it's a beautiful soprano, stirring people to dance as the words flow from her lips...

"I know you don't get a chance to take a break this often
I know your life is speeding and it isn't stopping
Here take my shirt and just go ahead and wipe up all the
Sweat, sweat, sweat
Lose yourself to dance!"

Lucifer has posed:
Whatever cool power Kryptonians have to disguise themselves via glasses, several others need or would like. It makes getting around the city so much easier. Normally the crowd contains a substantial minority of 'others': fae, multiversal travelers, infernal or celestial powers, metahumans. They can be hard to spot. The owner is a totally different story.

The subtle presence oozing around the dance floor comes from the affronted cambion, and the ambient temperature is creeping up. Lux's rules for the supernatural set are quietly known and deadly serious. No displays of power. It takes a grin from Lucifer to cut off the conjurer's sneering, the only reminder he gets. The besuited Chinese stands up straighter. With a pull on his cuff, he retreats right into the heart of the dancefloor and through, pushing past Vulcan. In his wake, the black-haired proprietor of the place marks those of interest. Nod for the fellow inbound; he's a known. Woman in red, dancer matching the beat, singer showing considerable quality. A smirk then. Lucifer can't help himself. He's not hard to find given the way the background lighting subtly follows him around.

Deadzone has posed:
Daft Punk isn't normally Tatum's style, but it's nice to see a revival for them. She tries to keep her nullification bubble as close to her skin as possible, and as long as no one bumps into her they shouldn't be affected by it, but still Tatum hopes her power doesn't reveal someone, or worse. She reminds herself that "others" are still a minority, even in New York, and that she should be just fine.

A gentleman near her asks if he can buy her another drink. She smiles and looks him over and then shakes her head no with a polite thank you.

Has she noticed the handsome man at the table near the dancefloor? Naturally! Is she going to do anything about it? Hell no! Well, other then turn her back to him as she dances so he can watch one of her best features.

Superwoman has posed:
    "Manhattan." Damaris orders of the bartender, looking quietly over the crowd. She sits back, the drink delivered quickly. She sits back, watching humanity in this place. Watching and listening. She can hear everything said, every heartbeat. She can see almost everyone- just the nature of her biology on the planet Earth. In quiet she continues to study humanity...

    Because to her, humanity is an alien thing. A curious and new discovery. Something she doesn't truly understand.

Vulcan has posed:
Vulcan is tempted to order a drink. He has a badly done fake ID. It's too handy to have when you travel around as much as he does. But why take the chance? What impresses the hell out of him is how fast El Diablo notices him. If he's not the real deal, then he does a damn good imitation of it. There are semi formal protocol for this, but as he reviews the entry in the Encyclopedia, its all the Sons of Vulcan. Lucifer seems to be anything BUT protocol and seems in particular, from their observations, to enjoy their silliness. He is, however, going to avoid doing more than saying "Yo whazzup Luci?"

Taking a deep breath, he summons his actual courage and walks up and waves. He doesn't bow, but tries to figure out something, so he...nods. And then says, "I...take it you know who and what I am?" He doesnt want to make assumptions but when El Diablo looks RIGHT AT YOU in a crowded club like this....its a reasonable one.

Ahadiel has posed:
Angela continues singing on the stage, enjoying just the opportunity to express herself, the redhead's dress sparkling in the spotlight as she keeps going with the Daft Punk revue, covering their songs with the help of the cosplaying band behind her. Her voice echoes out...

"Like the legend of the Phoenix,
All ends with beginnings,
What keeps the planet spinning
The force of Love beginning..."

Lucifer has posed:
The bar bubbles away with activity. Drinks are poured with a generous hand. Servers circulate throughout the changing crowd along the sidelines to keep them content. Minus the irritated conjurer squeezing out the door and the cambion retreating to the periphery where he's out of direct sight. Better hunting that way, anyways. Lucifer languidly smoothes out his jacket sleeve, a brief foray as his thoughts spread out. A flickering awareness temporarily judges the mood of the pool, as it were, responding to the glitterball performance by Angela in her shining red dress. Other measurements might be done while he extends that smile to Vulcan. "A guest to Lux, as any other. Welcome. No need to stand on formality."

That void of power wrapped around Tatum deserves a double check. It's quick and measured. Enough that he'll move to stay out of its range. "Are you looking for something in particular? If it's love, you'll want her." He points Angela's way.

Superwoman has posed:
    Faora continues her perch at the edge of the bar- looking over to Tatum as she comes close. She just lifts her drink and leans back to continue watching- eyes following everyone. So many who are so very strange. Clearly not human. It really only makes her all the more interested. Taking a slow, long sip of her Manhattan.

Vulcan has posed:
Vulcan's jaw just sort of...falls to the floor. Wait, what? And that mention of formality, that wasn't just a coincidence? Is it a subtle hint? He looks around. Is he trying to ...maintain cover? Well, that would make sense really given the weirdo he just booted for doing ...whatever he was doing. Does he play along? How do you fit something like what he is looking for into the context of a night club? How do you do so when he says a guest like any other? Is he even retired from the ...whatever it is business he is doing? He....has no idea what to say. So he says, "Um...thanks." He adds after a few moments, "for your hospitality." He didn't come all this way to give up that easily, but he hasn't the skills to make up some James Bond level complexity story so he just says, "I'm....looking for something. Something lost."

Deadzone has posed:
Finishing her martini, Tate puts the empty glass on a nearby table. She continues to dance, just enjoying the music. She closes her eyes, nodding her head to the rhythm of the music and appreciation. She never did get to see Daft Punk in concert, maybe she'll get that chance later on. For now, this will have to do.

Ahadiel has posed:
"We're up all night 'till the Sun
We're up all night to get some
We're up all night for good fun
We're up all night to get lucky."

With that, the redhead smiles as the song fades away, then speaks into the mic, "This next one is dedicated to the owner of this fine establishment." Her voice has a bit of an impish quality to it, as she moves to the side, and retrieves a guitar, tuning it a bit as she says, absently, "Sorry, it feels like it's been a century since I played this." Her eyes flash in amusement, then she starts to play, leading her bandmates onward as her fingers dance across the frets, not missing a beat as she starts singing again after the hook, letting the melody flow out from her hands.

"Let the music in tonight
Just turn on the music
Let the music of your life
Give life back to music..."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer rakes a hand through his shock of dark hair. His palm musses it stylishly. Kryptonians have their glasses and he has the power of being fashionable and windblown. Proof he's not normal. "You're welcome. Whatever your poison, I'm sure the bar has it." His tone is far from indifferent. He dispenses freely of the knowledge about luxuries and decadence that is his to command. Keeping track of the patrons as well as Vulcan closer at hand, he's mindful. "Something lost? I imagine the bartender keeps an eye on anything missing. Unless you mean something specific for me."

Well. It's a puckish question that gets him smacked on the upside of the head by the inevitable turn of chorus. Let the music of your life... Damn that toe tapping.

Vulcan has posed:
Vulcan rubs his chin. He considers this. Is this some kind of test? Of course offering him free beer at the bar would be perfectly in line....well. "I asked El Diablo for ancient secrets and all I got was this free T-Shirt and a Beer." But...it was more than he had from the psychic. And maybe ...who the hell knows...maybe he's subtly directing him to some kind of a clue. Since nothing but the price of the beer is implied...he keeps his soul. Or fiddle. He looks up at Angela singing up at the mike and thinks he really should have some kind of a hobby besides burning martians to cinders. Maybe ships in bottles?

He looks at Lucifer, smiles and says, "Um....thanks." He ...heads to the bar.

Superwoman has posed:
    One leg crosses over the other. FAora stares out still. Her face is completely flat- the kind of resting bitch face that most people have to practice a life time for, its a gift, really. Inborn. She finishes her drink, and looks towards the bartender. "Another. This time, unmixed. Just some Rye whiskey, please. A large glass. As if it were a glass of water."

Deadzone has posed:
As Tatum looks to the singer on stage, she bobs her head to the music. She smiles as a man whispers in her ear. She shakes her head to him with a genial grin. The man smiles and tries again. Tatum's smile faulters and she again shakes her head, looking at him sternly. For those with super hearing, her next comment of "Do I seriously need to say 'I have a boyfriend' for you to take no as an answer?"

Vulcan has posed:
Vulcan goes to the Bar, and orders a beer with a side of the ancient security code to safely fix Pandora. "With a lemon please." He is quite curious what this will do, but has the price of the beer in cash.

Ahadiel has posed:
Angela finishes the song, smiling a bit as she sets her guitar down. With that, the other two start playing their music again, and Angela decides to take a bit of a break, stepping off the stage and drifting over towards the bar. "A lemon? Rather unusual choice." She says that to Vulcan, as she smiles slightly, "Chocolate Apple, if you please." And the bartender starts to work on the drink, as Angela passes a sidelong glance to Vulcan, "It's similar to a Black and Tan, only half chocolate stout and half hard cider."

Superwoman has posed:
    Faora looks over towards Tatum, then to the man. She lifts her tumbler full of whiskey and takes a long drink. Half the glass gone. She takes a step over towards the gentleman who's bothering Tatum. She reaches over, places a hand on the man's shoulder and squeezes 'gently'. He is undoubtedly in pain.

    "Leave the young woman alone, please." Faora states, her voice dripping with venom. She leans in to whisper so very softly to the man. "If you do not, I promise you that the slight pain I inflict now is nothing compared to what I will do."

Lucifer has posed:
On that note, Lucifer withdraws into the masses of people. Another song down and more dancing to be found, they're the very sort of welcome activities that keep things exciting every night in New York. He chuckles, shaking his head. He'll soon enough fade out of sight, nothing supernatural about it. Rather important for him to ensure all is well and the security team alert.