Owner	Pose
Sinister	Do supervillains scrapbook? One of those things that never really gets asked by most people with a shred of sanity. People scrapbook, but enhanced beings that could rival the legends of titans? They do not. Right? Right. Kitchenette area though, is quite convinced that this is far too much counter space occupied and that all these little cut-outs and this ... well, rather fancy looking leatherbound tome have other things to say about it. Coffee has percolated, irished up as it might be and a steaming cup sits nearby the intense worker with his pair of scissors and photo printouts. Sinister can be quite the intense individual at the best of times, but his focus when doing very delicate work is the skill of a surgeon of high calibre. It does look odd that his tool of choice is a pair of scissors in the shape of a devil playboy bunny.
Lucifer	Supervillains scrapbook. Devils walk thru Dream lands. It's all in a normal day for these two, right? Right. Regardless of the time of day, Lucifer enters the Penthouse from the elevator. He appears a bit weary, almost like he's drained, and his clothing looks like it's seen better days as well. All forgotten in the moment as he looks into the kitchen to see quite the scene. Sinister working on something that includes using scissors and a copius amounts of photo printouts. The scissors do make the Devil chuckle even while asking, "Did we fall into a conspiracy theory I didn't know existed?"
Sinister	"Welcome home, dear. You're laughing, but there are people out there who are so far away from their spoon that their cutlery set is in another dimension," Sinister holds the latest piece in hand, compares it against the light and sets the scissors down. His nanny taught him well as did many hours in laboratories. Only then does he look up and blink those red eyes a couple of times at the evidence of fatigue. "You however, look as if you've been a little busy." An elegant twirl of digits summons a mug from one cupboard and a coffee is prepared, irished to hell and back and floated over. There's even a dollop of baileys to act as a creamer. The doctor slides off his stool with it, though he was mostly sitting on the air there as he saunters closer to take a look over the damage, as it were. "Your lines are not crisp and neat. The suit needs dry cleaning and a good pressing. What happened?"
Lucifer	"Well, yes, this is true. Also hello, it is good to be home." Lucifer offers this as he watches a cup of coffee come to life and then float over to him. He plucks it out of the air and takes a decent sip of the irish'd concoction. "Ahh...nothing like an irish coffee to perk me up a bit." A pause. "Busy is putting it mildly..." He takes another sip of coffee and offers a kiss of greeting to the doctor after he gets a little closer. "I was lingering around Sunnyvale, debating stopping by the magic shop and the like. I stopped to look at this...building. An older building. Run down. Likely condemned. But...there was music. And things became split between the real world and the dream world. So. Naturally...." He purposefully lets it trail off there.
Sinister	"Aah, I see," Sinister returns the kiss, a little bit of judicious dusting of specs from the suit conducted almost absent mindedly, along with a careful smoothing of the less than perfectly coiffed hair, to get it to look contrived once again. "Marvellous wake-up juice and sedative in one go, if you're anyone but you." He smiles his half-smile and then, with a wrinkle of his nose, tsks softly. "And I missed it. Mind you, I expect I should've been quite vexxed at not having my equipment helpfully at hand." And then some. "Mind you, astral nexuses are rare, but not unheard of. I've had the good fortune to study one, in Cairo. That, was in fact caused by a disembodied mutant."
Lucifer	"Jury is still out on what caused this to happen. I almost wonder if there's a dreamwalker in Sunnyvale." Lucifer comments. "It wouldn't be that unheard of..." A shrug. "I was also joined by a raven who likely wasn't a raven but a shape shifter...and a woman. The raven she called Nick. And her name, I believe, was Sarah Connor." Another sip of his coffee taken. "If you want to gather your equipment and go check it out sometime, I wouldn't say no. I just also wouldn't say now..."
Sinister	"I would have to agree with you on that last," Sinister gives another smile, lopsided and faded, like a memory -- then gestures at the cut-outs. "I'm making a mind-map for my ongoing studies of the mystical. Paranoia being what it is, the references I use are often not completely classical or easy to comprehend, but they make sense to me, like a cypher of sorts." He explains.
Lucifer	"Because one day someone is going to need a cypher to figure out your findings?" Lucifer quips with a smirk and then walks over towards the kitchen counter to look over what all Sinister has put together so far. "Were it anyone else, I would say you're mad. Since its you...this somehow makes sense." Then he glances up and grins. "I'm going to go clean up a bit..."
Sinister	"Allow me to tuck these into their respective pages and I think I shall join you. I feel that there ought to be some kind of extreme heat and relaxation, perhaps even with suitable application of massage." Sinister informs, gazing over his work -- like a magician, the leaves of cut-outs dance and swirl as the scrap book fans pages out. Each slips into its respective home without fuss or bother. "There. Now, shall we?"
Lucifer	Lucifer pauses at the entrance to the hallway and glances back to watch as Sinister puts everything he was working on back together. A smirk as he listens to the small list and lets out a soft grunt. "You spoil me, my love...but that sounds amazing..." As Sinister joins him he nods and motions. "Indeed we shall." And off to the bathroom they go.