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Sinister	The Great Jones really does cater to all sorts of health and wellness techniques. It's a fetish of Nathaniel Essex to indulge every so often. He's even happily stated as much. It would probably annoy him quite a bit, if someone was to spoil spa days, somehow. If Bizarroworld occured and they no longer existed, he might even become vexed. Note on bedside table, on the day spa's letterheads: Gone to get stuck with needles and covered in mud. Come join if you have time after business. ?~NE~ "UHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," "Mister Essex, I strongly advise you do not move." "Sorry, but my nose itches." -- On a table, face up, half of him slathered in volcanic clay and the rest including his neck, shoulders arms and face have accupressure needles stuck in various points. He looks like a voodoo doll had a bad day, but /gosh/ his pores are clean.
Lucifer	Business didn't actually take Lucifer too long to do today, and when he comes to find the note on the bedside table, it makes him chuckle. A spa eh? Stuck with needles and covered in mud. Well if that doesn't sound like a good time, the Devil isn't sure what would. He dresses way down, in jeans and a tee shirt, before appearing in the spa like he had always been there this day. Nathaniel will feel a bit of a scritch on his nose while deep blue eyes look down upon him. "Does that feel better then?" Lucifer asks before glancing around at the ones who have been attending to the man. "You look like you've been half dipped in some sort of witches brew after getting into a fight with a porcupine..." The joke is given as Lucifer takes a step back, breathing in the scent of 'clean' that spas always tend to have. "This is a nice looking place tho..."
Sinister	"It's without fail. You get all incapacitated, or gloved up and something you can't touch ends up itching like mad..." Sinister cracks open his eyes, which earns himself a ahem from the attendant, but he ignores it, looking up at the tall dark and handsome dressed down for the day. "Much better. Except that I'd best float a scapulae nearby because they tend to migrate, the itches that is." He laughs as carefully as he can, which means not moving very much and STILL jiggling all the needles. "That's probably a rather accurate description. Hongxia is amazing at this technique though; fantastic for the roots of the mind." An attendent, convivial in white, brings a whiskey, neat and presents it on a tiny silver tray, on a perfectly folded napkin. "You should pick something. Maybe a manicure? Get those cuticles taken care of?"
Lucifer	"Mmn, yes. Especially when you're incapacitated and cannot itch them without fucking up something..." Lucifer offers in agreement and understanding. He shifts to pluck the whiskey from the tray when it's offered, giving a little nod of thanks when doing so. "Ah, I actually could go for a mani-pedi...and maybe even a facial. When we're both done we can go enjoy some sitting time in a sauna..." A sip of that whiskey is taken as Lucifer gives the place another look around.
Sinister	A scraper for mud decolletage, floats from its nearby tray and hovers obediently nearby the incapacitated Geneticist. Lo and behold, it has to duck in and itch his chin. "Oh, in for a treat, particularly if you get the micro. It tingles." Sinister points with the scapula, over at a discreet kiosk in amidst a lot of foliage. "They'll handle it all. Discreet, too. That's rather why I like this place, it doesn't matter if you're Kanye or Kang." There appear to be several kinds of sauna, including icelandic, which presumably is by freezing pools.
Lucifer	"Well then. I should likely go get all of this started so we can meet in one of the saunas afterwards." In truth, Lucifer might actually go for the icelandic type, considering he's the Lord of Hell, and Hell can be rather hot. "Micro facial? That sounds intense...but could be worth it. Also, did you just decide to do this on a whim? Next time we should plan for this a bit better so we can come together. Though finding the note was a bit on the cute side." He reaches to itch-boop Nathaniel's nose one last time and then glances around. "Right. Suppose I should find where I should sit for my own turn." It's likely the mani-pedi and facial could be done at the same time too, lucky ducky.
Sinister	Oh, very likely. Two attendants, likely nice looking variations on both genders, as this place does tend to cater well. "I had no idea you would be inclined, but now that I know, I shall arrange in advance. We can do the couples packages and pick our masseurs," Sinister grins, gets bopped on the top of the head and thusly quiets to let all the needles fall in their own time. Thusly, some time later, when he's been de-poked, unwrapped and scraped free of mud, given a hot lemon towel for his face and has come down from the extraordinary high of accupuncture of that kind (easy to tell it was happening, everything was levitating in his vicinity)... ...Icelandic sauna. Hot rocks, smooth benches, steam, ice pools. It will be a thing...
Lucifer	And so the Devil goes to get his cuticles taken care of on his fingers and toes, and his face completely cleared of all dirt and any other shouldn't-be-there particles on skin and within pores. It's an affair, of sorts, and he might play a little with his attendants. Not in a sexual way, but more tapping into their minds a bit - if he's allowed to. It's been a while, and he's a bit deprived of just randomly acquiring deep desires of persons. It may even help in some random long run. None the less, once he's completely done, he'll join Nathaniel. "I feel like...I don't know how I feel. This is more deep than just 'clean'... it's amazing." Apparently the Devil has never treated himself. Not to something such as a deep facial.
Sinister	Sinister gestures a hocus pocus gesture at Lucifer's face there, eyes flashing wide and a grin its equal. "Look at those pores, right? Non-existent! Smooth as a baby's bum..." he grins, as they stroll to the steam rooms, decked out in a kind of alpine/nordic decor as they are. "I'm a sucker for this. Ever since they became a popular thing, it's taken a little of the magic out, but the challenge is finding a good one. Lourdes, Bath, the holy waters of turkey, the Alhambra... and now it's elite for the general man, which is I suppose as I like it to be. Anyone can afford to take a bit of time to improve their wellness, so it's a travesty that more don't." Odd perspective, but inherantly Sinister in its outlook. Of course he'd see it that way, makes total sense right? "How do your feet feel? Like you got them buffed by the sweetest pummice ever created?"
Lucifer	Lucifer lets out a light laugh at that hocus pocus hand gesture and the commentary to follow. "Well... smooth in most places. I'm still rocking the stubble." Which he has yet to groom down, but he's going to get to that eventually, surely. Walking into the steam rooms, he takes another breath in and then smirks. "Doesn't Rome still have an open bath area? Or am I thinking of somewhere in Greece?" He wonders and then shrugs. "I think most people feel this sort of thing is a luxury and perhaps even figure they can't afford it so they don't even try. Which keeps it a sort of dirty secret for the upper class and elite society." He muses for a moment. "My feet feel like I am walking on air for the moment. Soft and supple, as do my hands. This was a very good idea...I should look into doing this much more often."
Sinister	Sinister walking into the steam rooms, there's a pause by Sinister, reaching for Lucifer's hand. He is wearing boxers underneath the complimentary bathrobe, but that's about all, aside from fuzzy white towelling slippers. He slips the devil's oh-so-soft palm over the small of his back and side, to feel what a volcanic mud and seaweed wrap does for skin, grinning widely as he holds the gown to a peg at the door and walks on in to the steam room, gathering a neck towel to dunk in a cold water bucket before finding a seat. This is a public place, they do require you to keep at least the privates covered. "Rome and greece both, but they're in ruins; saving for the delphic chambers, they're not open to the public. Which does mean you can sneak in if you're like us, but there's nobody to do anything. It's just soaking in the volcanic waters. Oh! Japan has a few good spots." He stretches out his legs, puts a log on the fire and turns up the gas a little, then splooshes a ladel of water on the stones. "I generally disagree with the beauty suppliment aspect of this all though. What in the name of all that is sensible, possesses people to inject themselves with Bochelinum toxin, I do not know." Botox. For the price of a needle, we'll shoot you full of poison that makes everything swell up and in other circumstance is one of the most lethal bacterial infections known to man.
Lucifer	Lucifer is somewhat amazed at just how smooth Nathaniel's skin is from where the mud and seaweed wrap was. Letting his hand skim across skin for a moment before taking up his own towel to dunk into the cold water bucket. By the time they walk into the sauna, Lucifer is now in swim trunks and nothing else, slippery snake that he is with being able to change clothes on a thought. "Ooh, now that sounds like something fun to do. Sneak into some of those ancient baths..." Lucifer thinks on it a moment. "Will need to make sure the water is actually clean...ha." If there's even water left in them. Perhaps something that could be amended either way. "Ah, yes, a volcanic hot spring would be very nice. So long as the water isn't too sulphuric, which I know they can be." He offers, watching as Sinister splashes water ontot he stones. "Because people are inherently stupid? Thinking that aging is something that needs to be fought against or whatever. Who really knows..." He says this and then shrugs, moving to find a spot on a bench to sit and then just sort of streeeeeeeetches out arms and legs. Like he's a DaVinci portrait.
Sinister	"As far as I know, there is still water in both the ruins. Delphic ones are a little prone to making you go off your rocker, which is probably a no. I'd be up for sneaking into the roman ones though. There's a few, I should find the most interesting ones," Cold towel draped across neck, he relaxes as the humidity and the heat rises, resting arms along the back of the bench, eyeing the picture beside him through the narrow of lowered lids and obscuring lashes. "It might be perspective. Society seems to have become obsessed with cheating the aging process, far more than it ever did in generations prior. I suppose it's marketting." And a lot of other things that he's not deliving into at this time. "It might be something we're not really going to understand in its fullest. I know I wasn't concerned, until I didn't have to be any more. But I was by far the exception that proved a rule, even then."
Lucifer	"Right, which even we should be a bit careful of. But we also have ways of restoring the water that most people don't..." Lucifer offers before giving a smirk. His towel is already around his neck and he is just melllllllllllting in so many glorious ways. This is bliss in so many forms, and since it's a proper sauna, he's indulging in it likely that much more. "Humanity just needs to continue understanding that they're going to grow old and die. That is the nature of their life cycle, and there is not much they can do to stop the natural process." A pause for thought. "Course if you had done that, we wouldn't be here, so I'm likely putting my foot in my mouth. I hope you understand my meaning. You had means to use, and those experiments could have done you in at any time I think. They didn't, luckily.....I think I'm going to stop talking now." He takes in a long breath of hot steam.
Sinister	Sinister actually laughs at this, the whole of it, honestly. "Well, yes, I think the delphic chambers might even have an effect on you, my dear. If legends are to be believed, they're divine in nature. Not even you would get off scott free and I certainly wouldn't. But that's what cleverness is meant for, I suppose." He seems to be enjoying enjoyment vicarious, which is an odd thing for him, but novelty is as novelty does and that has yet to bear the trial of time. And more laughter follows, turning into a muttley snicker at the end. "I think I should waggle a finger at you, you know..." and he does, with a tsk tsk tsk "...I suppose a few of my quirks could have had very different endings, had I not been as intelligent as I am, my love. But I am who I am, no less. In the beginning was rough, simply as I'd not had the delight of better technology to harness. I think I did quite well, given what I had to work with; magnifying glass microscopes, built to a ludicrous scale, my unrivaled microscopic observation skills and a lot of test subjects. I think mankind should laud modern innovation, it's probably saved quite a number of unfortunates from their fates at my hands, these last couple of decades. Plus, I generally don't have to repeat myself. I keep splendid notes."
Lucifer	"You know, that makes it seem worth visiting them at least once. Just to see what happens...and then never going back." Lucifer quips with a chuckle. "If even I couldn't escape divine madness...that would be an interesting thing to experience." He then shifts to pull limbs back in, sit up a little bit straighter and flicks a hand to levitate the ladle to pour another round of water onto the hot rocks. "Could have. Didn't. But people still try to mimic, in their own ways. In their own stupid ways." He shrugs then, trying to think of some other topic to talk on, but settles on a turning question. "I wonder what would happen if you tried to splice something into my genes. Probably get rejected right away and wouldn't be fun. But I do wonder. Course, I don't really want for anything except maybe...well I don't know. Just a random thought from my head I guess."
Sinister	Sinister's eyebrows loft at this. "Well, now," leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees, letting his hands dangle so that the steam can get in around his back and work its magic. He looks at Lucifer with his head tilted and studious. That was a serious thing to ponder, even if asked joccularly. "Except maybe what?" he asks this and DOESN'T probe. Sometimes, things are best out of the horses mouth, to have that hayseed quality to them. The rest is squirrelled away. "If it works as it's meant to, we could have a very interesting trip of that. I am finding that I like magic in principle, but in practice it leaves me exaccerbated by the rules that do not seem to make any sense, as they're varied from one situation to the next. I may have to simply accept that I might sense that it is there, but manipulating it or utilizing it is a hazard to my kind of expertise."
Lucifer	Lucifer shakes his head a little. "That's just it. I'm already immortal, I can teleport, manipulate things, have telekenetic abilities. I kinda ran a list through my head real quick and couldn't think of anything off the top." A pause. "Something to maybe think about a lot harder. If I was serious about it." "Magic is alright. If done correctly. I'm kinda over people thinking they can summon demons, or even me. And I don't really appear at crossroads anymore to deliver soul-offering deals to people." A pause. "Which they do because of 'magic' for most of them. But overall, whatever purpose it serves, it can be useful. That Willow is a fine example of such...if she ever gets over her identity crisis she could be a force to reckon with." Another languid streeeetch occurs then.
Sinister	There is silence for a good long while after this. Something said here has caused Nathaniel to think. The brooding cloud of it behind Lucifer's eyes can be felt, if not all the details. Clarity comes like a beam of light in that nebulous shadow. "Well, if you think of something you'd like to try out for a while, just to see if it can be done, do let me know," he muses. "It would be a good experiment to conduct. It would teach a good deal." Then, he watches the steam rise, having been topped up by Lucifer's whim, he presses his thumbs together where they dangle between his knees. "I gave myself telepathy, because I used to hate it when people lied to me. I'm pretty sure there's an irony here, somewhere."
Lucifer	Lucifer seems to have a sudden thought that causes him to laugh a little, even though he feels that brooding cloud that then has a beam of clarity shine through it. "My next thought was, I could try out mortality for a while and see how that goes... but... no. I just had to share the thought. I really will try to think of something. Has to be something within my limitations that we could experiment with giving me. Even if only temporarily..." He says this much and then shrugs. "I'm open to being experimented on so you can learn stuff." "What irony would there be?" He asks, glancing over while shifting to sort of adopt the same position Sinister is in, so the steam can roll over his back as well. "That you hate it when people lie to you and so you fall in love with the one person who is the Master of Lies - but also cannot lie himself?"
Sinister	"Oh, a fleeting jaunt to mortality is easy. Absolutely, easy. Just give me a week and you'd have your little vacation from yourself." Sinister laughs softly at that, shaking his head for in truth, from his perspective, who would ever want to? Only someone that's never tasted it before and perhaps, that's the golden learning experience to be had from that notion. "It would not be frivolous, or trivial, but I would so it for you, so you could know." The rest though? He looks over at Lucifer with a respect in the regard and bows his head to the Lord of Lies. Looking back down at his hands, he gazes at them a long moment, then up at the stone stack. Similarly to Lucifer's knack, he levitates the ladel and pours another dip of water over the rocks, letting his head hang sweaty afterwards, hair clinging in ringlets and plastered to his cheeks in spots. "That, yes. You blindsided me, my dear. I had no idea I was missing that hole in my soul, until you filled it. But more, that I am willing to lie extensively, to craft what I need to learn. It seems I hate being lied -to- but I'm perfectly happy to pull the wool over a thousand sets of eyes. Except when I respect a person."
Lucifer	Lucifer raises a brow while glancing over to Sinister and then seems to actually consider such a jaunt. In truth who would? Of course the Devil would, just for a taste. "Would you be able to revert it back? Would it involve activating my end-date genome?" Asking this before shifting once again to sit a bit more properly on the bench. Upright and all that. "I will say that I don't mind liars. What is a lie but a manipulation by falsehood? And see, I love manipulations. I just happen to use the truth to do it. Everyone has their ways. No one is better or worse than the other." He smiles and then leans over to plant a peck on Sinister's smooth but sweaty skin. "But like you, I don't like being the one lied to either. Lie to anyone else in the universe and I don't care, but lie to me...and we'll have a problem." He then waves a hand. "Using those terms as a collective whole, not specifically you."
Sinister	Sinister waves his hand at the world, though he does still for the peck on a cheek. It brings a smile. Then he's all about his gesture, again. "See, that's where we have something in common, which wasn't apparent on day one. On the surface, we are quite opposite, you and I. Superficially, a great many would question how this ever happened. But dig a little bit and things start to fall into place." He leaves that as it is and looks up at the panelled roof. "I don't know about you, but I've found people trying to lie to me in the most ridiculous situations and it's galling. What started with lies, became a need to do other things and it cascaded. Telekinesis was helpful when you didn't have a lab assistant and you hadn't perfected cloning and then became vital to hold yourself together. A rush, but tricky to get a handle on." He eases back similarly, but then rubs his back against the wood, to scratch an itch. "Reactivating, yes. But not in you. I wouldn't subject -you- to such a thing, that might cause a very difficult situation that I'm not willing to face. But I could grow a vessel for you, alter it suitably and transfer your mind from yourself to it. As it would have only a limited use, I wouldn't bother creating a lasting copy either. Good for a physical jaunt in mortality and you could even discover what it is that they fear so greatly, if you liked."
Lucifer	"I'm sure there are already several people who know we're a couple that question it. The great thing about it is that I don't care what other people think." Lucifer offers. "However, I agree with you. We're polar opposites in many ways, but deep down we're identical. It's an interesting thing, but it works so well - obviously." He smiles then before tilting his head one way and then the other. "I actually have the opposite problem. I compell people into telling the truth. The whole truth. Their greatest secrets. It's like I'm a walking confessional booth. It's fun...sometimes." Another pause taken to think. "I should tell you about how I acquired the club and penthouse sometime. Quite a funny story." As Sinister explains how he would give Lucifer a chance at mortality, the Devil smirks for a moment. "Hmm. That is an interesting idea. Yes. Perhaps that is what we should do. To be able to feel the affects of vices and sins...in a way that a mortal does and not by how it feeds me so well." A smirk, and then likely more chit chatter. Perhaps a walk into the icelandic rooms to cool down from their sauna moment. Then, likely, when they have exhausted all the things, they will head home for a bit more scandalous chat and fun. All in all, a good and eventful day.