9786/That was some party, huh

That was some party, huh
Date of Scene:	27 October 2019
Location:	The Coffee Bean - Manhattan
Synopsis:	Lucifer and Felicia talk over the Coventry Murder problems related to the dead gang members.
Cast of Characters:	Black Cat, Lucifer
Tinyplot:	Coventry Murders

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Black Cat has posed:
It had been quite the night. While Felicia wasn't surprised to see most of the happenstances pan out as they had, the sudden upset and consequential gang war inside the abandoned warehouse was unexpected -- that, and she'd had to buy herself a new pair of shoes!!! At least the bills Lucifer had handed over upon arrival to the party went to good use.

Rather than wear her brand new shoes, the thief has elected to dress down today in a merlot-hued sweater-dress with wide black belt about the tuck of her waist and black leggings tucked into tan ankle-boots. With her hair done back into one long pale braid, she's seated herself near to the window of the coffee shop. While awaiting the arrival of the club owner, she's managed to order herself a sandwich and a cup of hot chocolate, no skimping on the whipped cream. Her time is divided equally between scanning the sidewalk outside and glancing towards the interior of the coffee shop, remembering memories of her college years not so far back.

But ah, there he is. Felicia lifts a hand to twiddle fingers at Lucifer to indicate where she is, giving him a bright smile.

Lucifer has posed:
"Mmmmmm, whipped cream," Lucifer says by way of greeting, his eyes flaring wide and landing on her decadent little hot chocolate as he slides into the seat across from her. He scans the coffee shop with a general pleasure, as if he were taking a tour of the place: Lucifer often has a 'separate' type of look when he observes his surroundings. Much like a rich person might of a quaint little town. Still very positive, but slightly patronizing.

"How cozy," he says, cheerfully, settling in his chair, one forearm draped at ease on the table.

"Glad to see you looking wonderful, radiant as ever: but I suspected such an experience wouldn't rattle you," Lucifer says with a clear wink. It isn't flirtatious, not entirely, but it also isn't without undertone.

Black Cat has posed:
"Gosh, you know me so well," the thief fires back with the same tone -- her wink is more of a curling smile instead. "They make their own whipped cream here, so I highly recommend it if you're craving something sweet. The sandwiches aren't half bad, but they skimp on the veggies a little. Oh well."

Felicia pauses to sip at her hot cocoa before setting aside the large, homely cermanic mug. "I'll admit though, it got dicey there for a bit with that guy trying to get me and the other women behind the bar. I mean, I normally don't bring out the claws like that, but...I mean...what a douche-canoe." Felicia wrinkles her nose. "Thinking he was going to hurt us. I wasn't about to let that happen. But."

She lifts a finger. "I saw you managed to talk to a few people there even if the...Bat...people? Bat-people got away with Mister Maxwell, he of the undead leer."

Lucifer has posed:
"Perhaps not the safest choice to have brought you along," Lucifer admits, clearly with weighing in his tone, "But I wouldn't say I /regret/ it. You hold your own." There's nothing but positive quality there. He scans the menu posted above the distant coffee counter, but doesn't seem like he's going to actually move to go fetch anything: not yet, anyway.

"Yes. I only needed to squeeze one of them that knew, and they were most obviously going to be part of the mass slaying that was about to happen," Lucifer says, with a deepened sigh. Slayings are messy.

"They do claim to know the name of their mistress. It would fit with what we've seen. I /could/ confirm it, but it won't matter yet, until we find her," Lucifer shares. He's fished a coin out of nowhere, and spins it on the table with a quick little twist, lingering one pointer finger above it. It spins and spins.

Black Cat has posed:
"Hmm. Mistress." A beat. "Kinky," the Cat comments blithely as she picks up her hot chocolate to sip at it again. Her eyes fall to the coin as it spins and spins, flashing light like the scales of a tropical fish.

"Don't worry about taking me along though, if you feel like you want company. I'm a big girl. I can tie my own sandals and everything." One manicured nail tic-taps on the ceramic mug as she glances away from Lucifer towards a brief upshot in laughter. When her jade-green eyes return to the club owner, there's a smile to boot.

"Did you know who those young men were? They were pretty ballsy...throwing smoke bombs and I think I saw somebody hit someone else with a bo staff."

Lucifer has posed:
"Kinky? I suppose you could say that; this name is not one of sexual interests, but of other tortures," Lucifer says, though there isn't a sense of him deliberately being vague: more some other motive of not being too descriptive. "I'd prefer it not be her," Lucifer adds, was if aware he's sounding cloaked.

"Yes, with the Batman group," Lucifer confirms. "One of them came to Lux last night, to get my impressions." An amused look returns: which didn't go far, Lucifer often wears a pleasant smile of amusement.

"The one we spoke to was 'Red', according to him." Lucifer drops his palm over the coin with a sudden move; the coin was nearly silent against the table. "I'd pulled phones off of the demons I spoke with before they departed ways with their new puppet-bodies, and I gave the phones to him as a gesture of goodwill. I'm certain they have ways of cracking into them, and I don't need to waste my resources doing that."

Black Cat has posed:
Felicia swallows her mouthful of drink carefully before setting down the wide ceramic mug; her hands remain wrapped around it as if she might soak up the heat emitted through the material. By the twist of her lips, everything's traipsed right along the edge of her personal 'uncanny valley'.

"Hopefully 'Red' and the other guy can make sense of whatever's in the phones. It's...kind of freaky to think about puppet-bodies being smart enough to use phones, much less download useful apps and stuff."

Still, something seems to occur to her belatedly and she rolls her eyes before glowering off to one side. "...knew I should have worn my domino mask... Batman people. Urgh. They're...just...//nosy//."

Lucifer has posed:
"They're not zombies, they're demons. Recently deceased shell, demon occupies it. There's only so many demons that can do that without help: knowing even that much narrows it a lot for me."

"Phones, well. Even your average demon has enough awareness to do anything humans can, including simple phone use. Particularly if they unlock with finger-print," Lucifer chuckles, with a lift of shoulders. "They have to communicate somehow, just like humans do. Phones are easy. No reason to overcomplicate." Much like other times, Lucifer's use of 'humans' doesn't include himself.

"As for next steps. Well. Now that I have a good direction on who it is, we can work to anticipate her. Or the Bats may corner her, and might call me. The end game here? I need to find her, and send her back home," Lucifer says smoothly.

"So, what else do we know? She is very clearly trying to create a large group, but has failed twice. First was the sorority, which I think was just opportunity related or proximity, and sloppy. It would have gone decently if she'd had more minions to control the group. Second, the gang, which means she's reading the media. Lots of gang violence could cover her actions well. But she wasn't there herself. Where else would you go in Gotham if you wanted a mass group, but didn't want to draw attention during it?"

Black Cat has posed:
Felicia watches Lucifer as he thinks aloud and backstracks through the steps of this mysterious, malicious mistress of misanthropy. Shifting in her seat is unconscious even if recrossing her legs beneath the table is not. Of course it draws the attention briefly of the barista behind the counter; the cling of the leggings is very complimentary. Silverware rattles before the barista can stop it and she sighs to herself, ducking to pick things up off the floor.

The thief is oblivious, still trying to think like a true ne're-do-well rather than one idly inclined to act as such now and then.

"I would...go someplace where either people won't be missed or...where I could blend in while attempting to create a group." Her eyes rise to Lucifer's face. "Hospitals, maybe in the coma wards. Or something large, like a heavy metal concert, where people would already be dressed up."

Lucifer has posed:
"The three leaving the morgue is where this started," Lucifer nods, "At a hospital. That is a good idea, to look at going back to a hospital. Return to something that /works/," Lucifer agrees. "But aside from putting tracking devices on likely patients, I'm not sure how to stake that out. Perhaps going after the phones of anyone that has a miracle?" Lucifer considers, and shakes his head, picking up the coin on the table.

"What about trying the close circles of those we know were turned? They might also be turned, and could lead us back to the head of the snake," Lucifer considers aloud. "I can talk to the police and see what the connection is between the morgue and the sorority. Or we could talk to the sorority more, what's left of it." Lucifer lights up at the thought of talking to the ladies. Of course he would.

Black Cat has posed:
Again comes the tick-tap-tap of her fingernail on the ceramic mug. Felicia frets at the corner of her lip as she thinks, apparently still trying not to smile at the enthusiasm on display in regards to the sorority group.

"I...think maybe it'd be best to have me talk to the sisters, if you think that's still a viable lead," the thief volunteers. "I was in a sorority once, remember? There's a bond and all. But you have magic, right? Or access to it, at least. Does it need to be a tracking device or can it be, like...a sigil? You know, those symbols I use with the circles all of the time? People in the hospitals could be marked with a sigil that could be tracked if you were...not psychic, but, like...like you could track them on some magical sense-radar or something."

She sighs and nods, adding, "Though checking with some of the relatives of the turned would probably be a good idea too. I bet 'Red' and his crew are probably going to find some connections in the phones to people like that."

Lucifer has posed:
"Great. To the sorority it is," Lucifer laughs, with a snap of fingers and a flare of eager smile. "Just you first. I /suppose/. Although people do like to talk to me, I might be... overly distracting at such a location," the devil admits.

The pair settle to plan and run over some different ideas, but it seems clear that communication with the 'Bat' group is probably a decent plan as well. But perhaps they can come up with some other sigils (and things that really are minimal effort on Lucifer's part) to continue to hunt the demons.