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Lucifer	After some time in the hot springs, little talks about current events, and a few hopes and dreams - the two lovers are back inside. Within the biodome, Lucifer finds it within himself to climb into a tree and then hang upside down with his knees hooked over a low slung branch. No real rhyme or reason for it, except perhaps he doesn't quite know what more to do with himself right now. There might even be some gears turning in his head as he contemplates a few little things. "If you could do one thing, right now. Anything, regardless of consequence and with absolutely no limitation... what would you wish to do right now?"
Sinister	Mah name's Lucifer, Lucifer Mornin'star -- He taught me to climb, -I- taught him ta Dangle! Tea, coffee, alcoholic beverages and something sweet for the palate, robot sent off to get this going and voila... a dangling Luci. "You're in an odd frame of mind, aren't you?" Nathaniel looks up from the base of the tree, sitting on one knotty root that's conveniently chairlike. "I... honestly don't know. Hmm. Put me on the spot and I have to say, I pretty much do what I want to do when I want to do it, most of the time anyway... thinking cap, thinking cap..." he strokes his chin, staring out across the biodome with narrowed eyes. "I think I'd like to take a day trip to any time, any place of my choosing. Without the whole quantum dilemma."
Lucifer	"Well, I would hate to worry you in any way... cause you have been an excellent host, and this place is amazing..." Lucifer begins. "But I am afraid there's a bit of boredom beginning to trickle into my feelings... and sometimes a bored Devil is not the best thing to have around. So yes, odd mood is one way to put it..." He reaches a hand over to play with some hair, rubbing fingers along the scalp. "So. What time and place would you choose?"
Sinister	"Oh, no, heaven forbid. Well, we can't have that, can we?" Sinister looks actually mildly concerned at that, peering up at the upside down devil as he dangles. And hair ruffles apparently. Very gently, he pushes Lucifer's back to add some momentum to the back and forth swing. "Oh, there are so many to choose from. Are we talking just interesting eras to be looking at, or fixed points along the timeline where world-changing events occured?"
Lucifer	So swinging commences a bit as he's gently pushed by Nathaniel and the Devil actually chuckles a bit. "We're trying not to have that, and it's no ones fault." He offers that much because he truly doesn't want Sinister to think he's been a bad host or something. At those next questions, there's a moment to think on things taken and then he shrugs. "You were the one who said you wanted to go to any place, any time, of your choosing. It's not up to me to then define such a thing. The proposition was to be able to do something without any fear of any consequences. So, in your heart of hearts, where would you like to go?"
Sinister	"Hmmm. The Golden age of man. Ancient Greece. To the time when Cheiron walked the earth. I would dearly love to see the golden age in its hayday and ascertain for myself if this was the age when the first of men truly started to become greater than their forefathers. Or I'd like to go to Italy during the renaissance and have a talk with Leonardo de Vinci." Sinister shrugs, as if the two are so very similar in their scope.
Lucifer	"I think you would have a lot of fun in either of those times..." Lucifer offers, seeming to be in deep thought about it. "Interesting answer to the question also. I liked that..." A pause before he chuckles a little. "I think I would actually pay to see you and de Vinci have a conversation..." Then he shifts to heft himself up so he's sitting on the branch before hopping down and landing gracefully on his feet - as Devils do. "...Now the question becomes...when do you want to go?"
Sinister	There was a chuckle for the response to his answer, but Sinister raises an eyebrow as Lucifer jumps down to the leaf-strewn floor with all the surefootedness of a cat. Then there's a series of blinks and he tilts his head. "Time travel is night on impossible. Even the vaunted Doctor Strange can't manage the entanglement. Or are you thinking of tripping down memory lane?"
Lucifer	Lucifer tilts his head and gives a grin. "I believe the term you're looking for is improbable..." He offers, then shrugs. "Though memory lane might be a lot safer...now I have to remember if I ever knew de Vinci... And which de Vinci you'd want to meet..." He looks to the ceiling then before back down upon Nathaniel. "Cheiron would be an interesting one too... oooh... why must you have such a delectable mind?"
Sinister	Sinister rolls his hand to the side, in a kind of 'and it follows' gesture "And so: Quantum entanglement," he chuckles "...I'm fairly certain it's possible, but you don't usually come back from it if you go backwards. Going forwards, well, that's entirely possible, but then you have the same issue with the backwards-- string theory makes it difficult after... I'm waffling." INHAAAAAAAAAAAALing deep, he clears his throat with a polite little cough into a loose fist. "I think outside of the box, unless the box is blinker shaped and then for some reason I can't see what's coming when it blindsides me?"
Lucifer	Lucifer watches the man before him for a moment as he goes on about time travel, string theory, and the possibilities of it being done. "Waffling is fine." He reaches out, cupping a cheek and strokes a thumb over lips. "I like listening to you waffle..." That grin comes to his lips, the charming one he always seems to have, and then he takes his own deep breath. "You do, no box can confine you. I love that about you to. Now then..." He leans in to offer a proper kiss then, and rubs his nose against Sinister's own. "What shall we do with the rest of our evening?"
Sinister	Sinister abides in the kiss, eyes closing. A simple affection, one that in the blinking of an eye can last a lifetime, or the single span of a breath. "I have my own notion," he says softly, reaching to take Lucifer's hand and he leads to the living quarters and the bedrooms shared. But he doesn't strip or spring for beneath the sheets, instead, he invites to sit and lay down atop the covers apparently to catch shut-eye. Except that as /he/ concentrates, the world melts, as it did in hell, so it does here. The walls become finely appointed, in gilt and edwardian wallpaper -- a cabin, first class, with silver tea set and four poster with drapery, a wardrobe... a bathroom. The roar of wind and wave can just be made out, the sun streaming through from the forward deck has the brightness of spring. This is a memory, the sweet smell of freshly made earl grey, with proper elevenses drifts on the air, along with the tang of salt. Lemons, freshly laundered sheets. Polish. Varnish. Everything new.
Lucifer	These dreanscapes are always interesting. Lucifer should share one of his better ones some time with Nathaniel. As the world melts into what it offers, he takes a look around and breathes deep. All the scents are lovely, and for a moment he shifts to let the sun bathe him - even if it's all fake - for the moment it's also all real. "I feel like we just stepped aboard the RMS Titanic...though that wouldn't be correct if we were wanting to visit de Vinci or Greece.." He chuckles then, and considers the fact that even de Vinci was a few centuries before Nathaniel existed. "...Are we aboard the Titanic?"
Sinister	"Yes. We are," Sinister replies, sitting up on the four poster. At least in their shared mindscape that's what happens. He smiles. "I would have to delve into your mind, which would help if you focused on it, which might require preparation. As you said, you have to think if you even met De Vinci, so some meditation on the thought might be helpful." He smiles, glances at the promenade deck as a young couple in finery, the woman in white and lace, with a parasol, the man in a fine piece of suit, with fob watch and cravat, take in the air. The travel from right to left across their field of view. "April light always feels so clean, don't you think? More so when the air outside is being fed by the Labrador straits," he stands then, tucking hands in the small of his back, moving to a carriage clock upon the mantel, to examine the time. It's a quarter to eleven. "Would you care to take high tea? The evening had music and dancing, conversations over brandy and a perfect crow-bar of separation in classes. In some ways it was... brutal."
Lucifer	"I know, in the beginning of us, I was hesitant to do that. For some reason, keeping my happier memories private was...a defense. Against what, I am no longer sure of..." Lucifer offers. "I think it's time I let you in to those as well...at some point. Something to look forward to doing yes?" He offers a smile then, watching the young couple who walk the deck, tilting his head just so. "Strange to think what is coming thirteen hours from now." This he offers low so only Sinister can hear him. "High tea would be lovely. Thank you... and yes... I can only imagine how such a thing was on a ship like this in times like those."
Sinister	Sinister looks over his shoulder, tilting his head. A blazer, fine green and gold waistcoat and slacks, wingtips and a neckerchief for a touch of the dandy adorn him of a sudden, a smile sliding at the corner of lips. He keeps one hand tucked into the small of his back, proffers his elbow to the devil. "I imagine that trust is a very hard thing for you. You've had it broken a great many times. One of the downsides of having a very long life. Plenty of opportunity." He inhales deeply. "It was quite the last day. It sticks so very vividly in my mind, because of it. My conversations that day all seemed highly important, even in trivia and idle prattle, as a catalogue of records. Why I knew exactly where to find your whiskey that I brought you, I knew precisely where to find it." Fresh. The air is fresh, clean, crisp, honestly the kind of morning that makes a body keen to be alive and the high tea in the great dining halls and forward promenade were the match of anything put on by the Ritz or the Savoy. A lot of tiny little cakes, delicate little sandwiches and a tea list the equal of most wine lists. The waiters are all incredibly polished, white towel over their arms and not a hair out of place, the forward decks clad in mahogany. "I will have the darjeeling, if you would be so kind. Lemon and the full a'la carte." "Very good sir." There are looks, even in the mind's eye, for Dandy's. But also a strange exceptance. If you were elite, after all, nobody said anything to your -face-.
Lucifer	Lucifer accepts that offered elbow, giving a nod to the first comment from Nathaniel. "It is, sadly. A thing that's happened a lot... with many opportunities." Agreeing, at that, and then listening as he goes on about the last day. How every conversation seems important now and there's a slow nod of his head given. "Did you know anyone on the ship well enough to consider them...a friend?" Asking it gently while they walk. "Even though this is a memory, I still feel as though two men arm in arm might gain looks and whispers. Considering the times... but... I think that's just a silly tick in the back of my head." When the fresh air hits him, Lucifer takes another deep breath. It's crisp and clean, which is just a lovely thing to take in. Walking to the great dining hall, looking at how everything matches, and is all so clean and pristine. Such a shame she now rests in a watery grave. Noticing the looks, he simply smirks and lifts a hand to tease the back of Nathaniel's hair, the nape of his neck. "I'll have the same, please." He offers and then glances around again. "She would have been such a fine ship at sea for a long while had she survived.." Again, low tones.
Sinister	"She would have. And I fear that this particular memory... well..." Sinister presses his lips, looking at Lucifer as they settle, to fine gentlemen taking tea together in a doomed dining hall. But for now, in this moment, all the potential that ever was, is painted on all that is pristine "...speaking of trusts and truths... and your desire to have me enjoy a moment with no consequence..." he inhales, takes a cigarette case from his waistcoat and offers it, along with two holders, that they might smoke in a certain style. "....this is possibly one of my most telling memories. It tells a story -of- me. What my mind sees, what it focuses on, where my attentions are drawn. You are experiencing what imprinted firmly in my psyche. It tells you a story -about- me." All is clean, neat, tidy, the /quality/ of everything is extremely high. Immensely fine detail of surroundings, nuances and societal observations. Lucifer can see every face that turned. Perhaps once they turned because a dapper doctor travelled alone. Now for a different reason, but coloured by what Sinister himself witnessed on this journey. How they treated dandies isn't a folly, or imagination. The smells. The qualities of sound. But if you concentrate, the drone of conversation is tuned out, background when he was not caring and such it is here. But snippets, like he was focusing on things of interest, are extremely clear.
Lucifer	Lucifer takes a proffered cigarette, as well as one of the holders, placing one into the other and then he produces an actual lighter. Yes, the Devil carries flame, if only during the off chance he might not want to let it be seen that he can snap fire into being. Top flicked and flint lit, he offers the fire to Nathaniel first before taking it to his own. Listening the whole while, and then he gives another look around. This time he actually -sees- what Nathaniel is speaking on. Hears how everything is quiet except for pinned conversations intimately focused upon. "Fascinating..." Is all he offers as he settles back in his seat and just enjoys the quiet filling his ears. Passing conversations. Someone is speaking of the worth of the Titanic. Another pair gossip over the 'new money' on the ship. A glance aside to watch Nathaniel in the moment as well, to learn of him, about him, in such a moment as this.
Sinister	Essex, essex, essex... pitter patters of that drift to ears -- The state of the economy is in tatters, old money means nothing, steel tycoons, oil barons, real estate mogols. The /americans/. America is the place to be, didn't you hear darling? That Ghastly Missus Brown, walking about like she's the equal of any man, how gauche. Show the power of the engineering. Roast beef and yorkshire pudding for dinner, along with duck confite. The troubles in Europe, have you heard? Oh, poppycock! The old giving way to the new, but a lot of individuals not paying attention to the mistakes made before. Madame Bijou, all of this finery, everything and everyone dressed to the nines, to show their wealth, even for high tea. Women and men wear jewels and how many of them are wearing all that they own, as status symbols? And then listening to the staff -- how the last boiler was lit, how the ship is moving faster than anything in the fleet. Amazing feets of coal and steam turbines. The sheer magnitude of the design is actually amazing. Model T fords in the hold. People going to make their lives in a new land, the potential, the hope. Maybe in america nobody will care about where they came from, only who they are. Who they are. WHo they are. WHO, not what. There was a great deal of hope on this ship. It practically was overloaded with it. Darjeeling is poured, which smells absolutely delightful, with a hint of cardamon and aromatics, fresh lemon so clean. The sandwiches and old cheddar cheese, so piquant. Tiny cakes, not too sweet, not too large. "Are you learning anything?"
Lucifer	"People really did think that their lives would change if they made it to America. Tales of this new world, engineering, technology...but also trying to show off how things have progressed in Britian?" Lucifer questions, like he thinks he may be getting it but isn't completely sure. "They're really into their food as well, and gossiping about those who may not seem as fitting as they think they are." His ears perk a bit more. "Missus Brown. That the same as the Unsinkable Molly Brown?" A glance to Sinister as he takes another pull from his cigarette holder. Tea comes, and does smell delicious. He'll wait for it to cool just a tiny bit, and perhaps even enjoy a cake before he sips. "What part of all this interested you the most?"
Sinister	"All those that wished to make a statement to the rich and influential, by travelling the atlantic ocean in -this- ship. But I went down to steerage most nights and listened there, too. Perhaps I'll share that, too. Sometime." Sinister replies, quietly, taking a drag from the end of the cigarette holder and for a moment, all the eyes in the room are looking at them. Every single pair, in judgement. ANd that's telling, too. On the surface, a man that doesn't care. Deeper down, a man that feels he has to prove. All the time. Not just some of the time. Every. Single. Day. "This ship was... a message between worlds. There was so much more going on, than just a maiden voyage. Making the papers meant something back then and the steel works of Liverpool were beginning to fail. A lot rode on this. My studies... well, stress is also a mutagen. Several of those that were saved from the water... they went on to interesting things. A couple of them were navvies." He muses, then smiles. "But for now, this is an endless afternoon. The perfect crisp April morning. And trust me, the tea was delicious." And in fact, in the memory, everything -tastes- so much more. Like it was the first time anything (of that ilk) had been tasted. An illusion within the illusion, but such is the power of an imprint on the psyche to remember. "I do hope that when you meditate, the wax tablet will have a fine imprint to watch, my love. For now, try the battenbergs." Sin smiles and enjoys. For now.