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[walkingheroin]

[Lucifer is sitting at the bench of a shiny black piano, his fingers gently pressing the keys in a smooth melody with talented fingers as he starts to speak. It's unclear how he's being filmed without actually holding the device himself, but I'm sure it's probably just someone holding it for him.

Or not.]

Hello again, denizens of Wonderland. I made a promise to you all, and as you can see, I'm following through on it.

[Around him is a very lavish, large, and chic room, though it's clear that the piano he's at is in the middle of the room and slightly lower than most of the couches and tables, with the bar at the far end. There's also a stage microphone set up beside him, though he's not using it at the moment.]

Say hello to Deux Lux. Anyone with the ability to have fun is welcome and expected. Sixth floor, room sixty-six. It's a bit smaller than the original, I'm afraid, but it will do for now.

[He grins.]

Feel free to help yourself behind the bar when you arrive. If I think you have some skill when it comes to pouring cocktails, perhaps I'll offer you a job. Until those positions are filled, however, I'm afraid I can't do everything all by myself. I'm the Devil, not a miracle worker.

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[ooc: Feel free to answer Lucifer over the network or come hang out at the club. THIS CAN BE A PARTY POST. Feel free to tag around as much as you want! I'll have my own starter for Lucifer inside and will tag around as well. Have fun <3]

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video + OTA

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video;

"Deux Lux"?

<sub>[First impressions don't lie: apparently someone has a thing for showy names and showy mood lighting and showy... everything, as appears to be the case.

Anders hadn't forgotten Lucifer's promise to bring an extra dose of debauchery to Wonderland and he peers at what's visible of Lucifer's club with a smile, properly intrigued. For a devil, he's come through. And he plays a lovely bit of piano. Must be part of the fallen angel skill set.]</sub>

Nice, very nice. How did the search for female employees go?

OTA;

<sub>[They don't get many modern clubs in medievalist Ferelden (can't imagine why), and so when Anders shows up to check out the new club in person, it's with the guarantee of sticking out like a tall, robe-wearing sore thumb. Wardrobe consultants, like Lucifer's burlesque dancers, don't just grow on trees around here.

Still, he's not dissuaded. If the ability to have fun is all that's required of guests, he's got that in spades.

He'll most certainly be taking advantage of the open bar--a new establishment is the perfect time to try new drinks, right?--and enjoying the comfortable padded lounge seats. If Lucifer had been a garden variety demon enticing the unsuspecting into his lair, Anders might have had reservations--dying under these bright purple spotlights would be awfully unflattering--but you know what? The Devil's not a half bad host.]</sub>

OTA!

[blackbirdsing]

[Seeing a familiar face is always a plus, and as she's behind the bar for the moment making herself a drink, she smiles at Anders, screwing the lid onto a shaker to do its job.]

I'm probably not the quality bartender The Devil's looking for, but I could make something passable for you if you wanted. What'll it be?

[circlejerked]

Well, you look official back there.

<sub>[Like a magpie, all the lights and shiny surfaces draw Anders' attention from one side of the room to the other, but he smiles once he realizes the person getting down to business behind the bar is one he knows. He rests his hands on the counter, taking in the gleaning new glassware and alcohol like it's his first time seeing them--which it is, at least in the context of a club.

If Ferelden doesn't have establishments like this, they should get some.]</sub>

Don't mind if I do! I know what I'd order in my country, but I'm used to more "sawdust and ale tankards" sort of establishments. What kinds of drinks does a place like this normally serve?

[blackbirdsing]

Then I better make our drinks and go before people start asking for drinks all night. But, you can get anything and everything. Do you like...sweet drinks or something with body?

[ She might have done some bartending in college and knows her way well enough around a bar. ]

[circlejerked]

_{[That gets Anders chuckling lowly.]}

Oh, I'm sure they'll be coming up to you all night for other reasons.

_{[Sarah is an attractive woman, and charming to boot--she'll attract company wherever she goes. Most everyone here is dressed to kill, for that matter; it's no wonder Lucifer had shot down the bar in favor of a club. It has interesting character.]}

Hm, let's go with option two. Anything that doesn't taste like warm dog piss is an improvement on some of the places I've been. What are you having?

[blackbirdsing]

You're very confident on my behalf, and I appreciate that.

[ She smirks a little (doesn't really think it's likely to happen), and starts working on making them both drinks. ]

I'm working on a martini which is gin. Well, I make mine mostly gin. There's also vermouth. You can try it with less of the vermouth and let me know if you like it or hate it that way.

[ Once she's done shaking away, she pours him the drink and puts an olive on a toothpick, sliding it over. ]

[circlejerked]

I simply tell it like it is!

_{[And... he might also enjoy complimenting the opposite sex when he can. All the better when the recipient doesn't make a face like she's smelled rotten meat as Velanna had.]}

Gin. Is that the stuff made out of berries? I've been trying to expand my alcoholic horizons. _{[He folds his arms and leans on them, watching her shake the cocktail shaker the way a determined child shakes a Satinalia gift the night before.]} It doesn't look like there's much to it, but if I've learned anything about your Earth drinks, it's that smaller amounts pack a punch

_{[And he's right about that. Once he picks up the glass and takes an exploratory sip, the sharp taste hits him immediately.]}

Are you sure the Devil hasn't hired you yet? Because I think you'd make an excellent drink maker. It's good.

[blackbirdsing]

That it is. Juniper berries. When I was younger, I thought it tasted like a pine cone but now I'm really pretty into it.

[ Sarah rolls her eyes a little, but it's mostly because the compliments keep coming and she's totally not sure what to do with them. ]

Hey, the Devil has top shelf liquor, I had nothing to do with it. But thank you.

[ She comes around to join him with her own drink, not wanting to get stuck making drinks for others. ]

So, what brought you out tonight? Curiosity?

[circlejerked]

_{[She had best gird herself if she continues to spend a prolonged amount of time in his company. Anders does so love to push the envelope and keep people guessing at the same time. It keeps things interesting--and gives him a chance to see how much slack people allow him.]}

That's a good way of putting it. It's still an interesting flavor. I'm accustomed to drinking whatever comes out of a cask in whatever state it was in in the cask, for better or worse. This is glamorous in comparison.

_{[Anders is tall enough that all he has to do to slide onto a bar stole is basically lean over, and he invites her to do the same with a smile and a gesture at the one next to him.]}

You got it in one. Apparently the Devil is a big-name figure? I thought I'd see if he's putting his design sense where his mouth is. So far I'm intrigued, I have to admit.

video;

[walkingheroin]

It's a bit of a play on words. Don't strain yourself too hard thinking about it.

[He's such a dick. Not everyone here knows French, Lucifer.]

About as well as everyone warned me it might be. Fortunately, I'm very good at going with the flow as they say. Now everyone gets yours truly as entertainment instead. It's honestly an upgrade, in my personal opinion.

[circlejerked]

_{[Since he's about to crash Lucifer's party, he'll give Lucifer a free pass on the snark. It's a part of his charm.]}

Oh, sure, discriminate against us other-worlders. It's not our fault we're the bastard step-brother with a different father.

_{[Not getting to experience the burlesque experience? Kind of a disappointment after Lucifer had talked it up. That said, Anders can't resist a chuckle. He's not surprised to hear he'd been shot down and forced to improvise.]}

So we should expect to see you doing a little dance number?

_{[Please say yes.]}

[walkingheroin]

I'm technically an other-worlder myself, as far as Earth is considered, so no excuses.

[He might get dancers yet. Time will have to tell. He doesn't give up on anything.]

If I'm dancing then who will provide the music? Besides, in my experience, all genders seem to be more enamored with the female species when it comes to...exotic dancing.

[circlejerked]

_{[Oh, so he's playing the "I'm a heavenly emigrant that left home at sixteen" card, is he? That has to be cheating. How is anyone supposed to compare to that? Anders lets out a disbelieving laugh.]}

I think being an omnipotent being might give you a bit of an unfair advantage on the rest of us humble mortals.

_{[Said omnipotent isn't even going to take the stage on his own opening night? Come on, where's the fun in that? Anders would consider volunteering another round of Anders' Spicy Shimmy if it wasn't likely to traumatize the audience.]}

Aren't there machines or a choir of angels for that? _{[A blithe shrug precedes his next comment.]} Eh, beggars can't be choosers, I always say. You can't really go wrong with exotic dancing. Don't sell yourself short, I'm sure you're plenty enamoring just the way you are.

[walkingheroin]

I'm immortal, not omnipotent. [Especially not anymore but...that's another story.] And plenty of mortals are the furthest thing from humble, mind you. They tend to be the least deserving of their egos, as well.

[He nods his shoulders in assent.]

Yes, well, someone has to run those machines, and as of the present moment, I am the only employee. Thus, you see the difficulty I find myself in. [His expression changes to one that's obviously pleased at those last statements, though.] You think so, do you? I happen to agree. Perhaps someday I'll put on a bit of a show, one that's decidedly less 'family-friendly.'

[circlejerked]

Oh, sorry, you immortal being. You say that like it should be less impressive.

_{[Both are pretty incredible, try as Anders might not to let Wonderland's menagerie of creatures big and small stop him from carrying on normal enough conversations.]}

Well, I don't know about that. Mortality is pretty humbling.

_{[Squishy, stabbable organs. Very humbling indeed.]}

You can't just snap your fingers and make it happen? Ah well, never mind that, I can push the 'play' button on a music device if you're in dire need of someone with hand-eye coordination. _{[Lucifer's humbling self-confidence earns a smirk.]} This I've got to see! I look forward to the day.

[walkingheroin]

Now you're just trying to flatter me.

[He clearly doesn't mind.][But his world is FAR different than Anders']

Maybe I can, maybe I can't. I much prefer leaving such tedious actions to others while I spend my time with things I find more interesting.

[circlejerked]

Nonsense, you don't need me for that.

_{[Lucifer's doing a good job of it all by himself. If anything, Anders is just being a helpful by-stander and helping him split a little of the load.]}

Coy with the angel powers, eh? I'm sure we can make do the old-fashioned way. Count me in for an appearance. I'm curious to see what your club is all about.

action

[manipulative]

[ dressed in a strapless black cocktail dress, katherine's meandered around enough without so much as bumping shoulders accidentally or purposefully with the residents who've chosen to liven up their days in lucifer's hell club. it's not as though katherine's worried the devil has any tricks up his sleeve, but it's her first time being a part of any sort of establishment in wonderland. it'd seemed so dull and not fun from the way the powers that be had chosen to adapt this world from those boring books, and it only seems fitting the devil would add some fun flair to it to make it all the more exciting. ]

[ fortunately for katherine, and perhaps for anders, when she finds herself bored, he's right in her line of sight. sitting on one of the lounged seats, she decides to saunter over toward him, and once she's standing in front of him, she looks down at him with a flirtatious smile. ]

Is this seat taken?

[circlejerked]

<sub>[Through no conscious will of his own, Anders had gone to the bar looking for something that matched the atmosphere in a way that he didn't, and somehow come away with a drink the same shade of purple as the spotlights. Depending on how he held it up to the light, it changed to a dark blue hue and tasted surprisingly sweet, like candy.

Interesting. Whatever's in it is heady, and it settles into a pleasant thrum under his skin along with the music.

Mingling is sure to happen later (having a drink or two in his system makes the process of cruising around the room with the self-assurance that everybody wants to be his friend even when they don't run smoother), but for now Anders is stretched out at ease, not making a show of looking for company just yet.

Company finds him, as it so happens. And in the form of... well, hello.]</sub>

Only by you, if you want it.

[manipulative]

[ pennsylvania had taught katherine a lesson in new beginnings: she was deserving of one. sometimes she relished too much in the legacy that followed her, the infamous katherine pierce, hunted by an original vampire so fearsome many quivered and refused to speak his name, much like that wizard in that book featuring that kid with the eyes and the scar shaped like something or rather. it's not important. the comparison's there, but katherine isn't a boy wizard, a saviour of the vampire world. ]

[ in fact, she's its damnation. ]

[ but she doesn't feel as much right now. she smiles at his acceptance, and laughs, lightly, it sounding much like bells. katerina had a light laugh, flirtatious and shy and even one that was innocent and as delicate as she had been. ]

[ she moves to take the seat beside him, and cares very little if her leg ends up touching his at all. sitting straight, she's ever the lady — and she leans on the arm rest of it, elbow digging into the fabric, with a smile still spread across her lips. ]

Where have you been hiding? I haven't seen you around.

[circlejerked]

<sub>[A beautiful girl in a dress that looks painted on wants to sit down? What's he going to say, 'no, take a hike'? There's no crime against sharing a table, even if the last time he'd seen this particular face, it'd been in the daytime in a different context. She'd been looking much younger, and her smile far less suggestive.

That kitten-wrangling schoolgirl vibe he remembers of Elena goes straight out the window when, instead of sliding in opposite like he's expecting, she sits right next to him--right next to him. O... kay. Now he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt it's not the drink giving him an "objects in mirror are closer than they appear" feeling.

Bemused, he covers his initial surprise behind a smile, turning enough to keep her in view.]</sub>

Really? Hiding in plain sight normally isn't my strong suit. _{[Normally, Anders would run with what he's given, but in this case has to ask.]} You're in a good mood tonight.

_{[A very good mood, apparently. And it's aimed right at him in a killer watt smile.]}

[manipulative]

[ her expression's one of amusement. tilting her head in confusion, her brows furrow together. ] Why wouldn't I be?

[ as girly and flirtatious and unaware as she comes off — the flirtatious and girly parts more easier for her to do, given katherine's actually enjoying herself for a few fleeting moments at this bar — she's not as ignorant as she may appear. she instantly suspects elena, and wonders if there'll ever come a time in wonderland she'll be able to be katherine without having to compete against someone's impression of the most angelic of them all elena gilbert. ]

[ it reminds her of mystic falls. it's a pity the people there couldn't live for a few good centuries, or else she'd be the one with the legacy elena finds herself growing agitated needing to live up to. (which would be impossible, of course; katherine knows no one can touch how her legacy has both enthralled and angered so many people she's come to cross.) ]

[ of course, sometimes katherine certainly loves to jump the gun. ]

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_{[... Well.]}

That's an excellent question. Why wouldn't you be? There's Wonderland, of course. Wonderland being a drag is usually enough to leave most people in a foul mood. I suppose I'm wondering I did to deserve such a good mood.

_{[Not to denigrate himself or anything, he's not quite on the level of unwashed, mouth-breathing male company, but he wouldn't have chalked himself up as her type to touch legs with.]}

[manipulative]

[ it isn't the alcohol that makes her impatient. katherine's been exceptional at curbing it these days. pennsylvania had softened her, and wonderland has given her little reason to erect her walls, other than it being a sentinel kind of place to live. ]

[ semantics, really. it's better than some of the places she's wound up over the last few centuries. ]

[ there are times to play her own game, and sometimes, there isn't. she does it for herself, really. katherine's played coy, attempted to be charming, be as naturally persuasive as she knows herself to be. but she has a few tricks up her sleeve that can get her the information she wants without having to leap through so many hoops. ]

[ she watches anders, smile still in place, but wondering what it is he's speaking of. she supposes her first thoughts are true — and so she places a hand on his leg and tries to catch his eye. her gaze remains focused and unwavering, and she continues to smile, but her voice, though light, contains a firm quality to it that anders may find luring. ]

Who do you think I am?

[ why not compel the answers she presumes out of him so they can finally have some fun? ]

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<sub>[Oh. Oh. That's a hand on his leg. This is starting to be a bit...

Elena--the girl he takes to be Elena--locks eyes with him and his thought immediately loses focus and begins to drift. Is it just him or is his drink hitting him harder? Though nothing overt happens, no sudden flares of light or bursts of power that singe his nerves, for some reason he can't explain her gaze seems heavier and darkly intense in a way it hadn't been a second ago.

He'd never really bought into that hackneyed line about falling into someone's eyes, but with hers it seems possible all of a sudden.]</sub>

The girl who adopted one of my cats.

_{[He doesn't think to hesitate. She's Elena. Who else would she be?]}