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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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Lucifer ; action ; so open

[walkingheroin]

[Most of the time, Lucifer remains at the piano, playing the keys like he was born to do it. He can play almost anything, and he'll also take requests if you're feeling daring.

Otherwise he mingles through the place talking to anyone who stops by, and from time to time will even pour drinks behind the bar.

Feel free to bother him anywhere.]

Action!

[mettatonvevo]

[After that network announcement of his, Mettaton HAD to be there. Wonderland has been dreadfully dull, minus a few events, and he's been itching to have a place that feels even a little bit like the high-end clubs he used to frequent back home.

When he steps in he can almost feel his circuits surge with joy. The lighting, the decor, the handsome host- this is everything he's missed about being a socialite.

As Lucifer plays (he vaguely remembers his name from a network post awhile back) he approaches the piano, listening to the tune.]

You certainly have a way with those keys. How long have you been playing?

[waggles eyebrows]

[nascensibility]

[This is by no means the sort of after-hours club to which Evelyn is accustomed, and she does believe the decor leaves something to be desired - does purple light look good on anyone? - but she is a woman of protocol and politesse. It is therefore only appropriate to provide housewarming gift for the new "business" owner, who will likely be peddling whatever wares he can finagle out of hapless residents.

She finds him after he's executed a short piece tickling the ivories, approaching in more appropriate evening attire and wielding a bottle of Châteauneuf-du-Pape.]

I see you've found something with which to occupy your time. [Evelyn raises an eyebrow, but she is smiling.] Apropos moniker.

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[agentxthirteen]

[ Sharon has nothing else to do, really. She still has a heavy interest in training, but there's also the desire to relax a little more. Not to have fun, necessarily, but because she deserves a bit of relaxation.

And it's a club with a new resident. One who claims to be the devil. There are worse ways to spend an evening than checking out the current happenings at Wonderland.

So she gets a clubbing dress from the closet, a tight, white number with a little sparkle to it that makes her wonder what the hell Wonderland thinks of her. Prudish prostitute? A whore who can't go outside after Labor Day?

But it's what she's got, so it's what she's going to work with.

She heads down to the sixth floor, takes in the scene, and gets a drink as she'd been instructed. Club atmosphere calls for a martini. She makes her way around the room, observing exits, security, anything a spy might need to know. It's a bit disappointing, really. A study in pointlessness.

She meanders to the piano and politely waits for a break in his playing. ]

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

[Since their arrival in Wonderland, they have stayed mainly in their own room, a little afraid to venture out. Too many humans, too many variables, too many situations that could turn awkward. But when they see the video, they can't help but wonder... so they venture out, floating up the stairs because phasing up through the floors seemed to freak people out.

When they reach the room, they phase through to the side of the door as to not draw any attention to themself, hovering close to the wall, avoiding the other patrons. They take in their surroundings, observing everyone, before finally finding the man in the video, behind the bar. They approach him and hover as if to sit on a barstool, waiting patiently to get his attention]

uh... hi.... you run this place, right?

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[manipulative]

[ if the devil says he's opening a bar, the woman who's often called the devil feels it's only right she attend its grand opening. those with the pitchforks and forked tails need to be in the same spaces, after all. ]

[ dressed in a strapless black cocktail dress, one that's similar to the dress she'd worn for the lockwood masquerade party a year or so back, but feels so much nicer and fresher against her skin, katherine finally sees how the wonder is put in the name of wonderland. it's a bar that isn't spectacularly different to any she's been in before over the last five hundred years, but it livens up such a plain and pg-13 place. ]

[ with a cocktail in hand, she approaches the piano, and rests her hip against the side of it. ] Know any songs a devil would gladly make an entrance to?

Action!

[vampdetective]

[Angel isn't typically the sort of person to come to mind when someone specifically requests people with the ability to have fun, but Cordelia had urged him to get out and mingle, and far be it from him to resist her efforts to keep him from losing his all-too-important connection to humanity. Besides, it's well within his job description to investigate newer faces in Wonderland, as well as new establishments-- and anyone who proudly refers to themselves as any kind of devil is probably someone he should become acquainted with.

He lurks for awhile, keeping his hands in his pockets as he sticks close to one of the walls, watching people as they come and go. Eventually, he meanders over to where Lucifer is seated at the piano, clearing his throat softly.]

You ever consider hosting open mic nights?

[You decide whether or not he's serious.]

[Video]

[ttlynotabloodmage]

[Jowan is a little unclear on what he's seeing or, more accurately, why, since it's fairly obvious that he's seeing someone playing some kind of instrument in what looks like a very fancy tavern? Or at least that's his best guess anyway.]

Did you just make a tavern here? [He asks, brow furrowing in confusion.] Why? Can't people just get whatever they like to drink from the dining hall or the wardrobes?

[Video]

[walkingheroin]

It isn't just about the liquor, clearly. There is such a thing as socializing, as well as atmosphere.

Though if you'd rather drink alone, by all means. I'm not going to judge.

Well, perhaps just a little.

[ingenii]

Did you worry about your drink?

( Because of their last conversation )

[walkingheroin]

I make it a point not to worry about anything.

video.

[interpersonal]

[ he's still going with this, isn't he? elena's eyebrows arch faintly, amusement trickling into her expression in spite of herself. ]

Sixth floor, room sixty-six, huh? [ talk about on the nose. ]

video.

[walkingheroin]

Every once in awhile I do like to roll with the typical cliches. After all, you won't forget now, will you?

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[ofletters]

[ and the award for most likely to stick to his theme is-- ]

666. Cute. [ He barely resists rolling his eyes. ] What's the cover for Satan's Clubhouse? Your immortal soul?

video;

[walkingheroin]

Free of charge, actually.

What would I want with anyone's soul, anyway? If I wanted those all I would have to do is go back to Hell and I think we've established that that isn't going to happen.

video + OTA

[circlejerked]

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?

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[brainmeme]

[Amethyst will gladly be your bartender this evening. She just had to come after the call was for anyone who can have fun, and she kind of prides herself on being the fun one. She takes a place behind the bar -- mostly just wandered in and started mixing drinks for herself, really, but she's fully willing to take orders.

She can be found experimenting, pouring random drinks together to make random other drinks, sometimes coming up with interesting colors and liquids she can't help but want to try. If you order something from her, though, you'll most likely be disappointed. She doesn't have the faintest clue what drink is what, and is just mixing random liquids together. Order an old fashioned, you might just get Kahlua and orange soda with a cherry. Order a rum and coke, you might get champagne and absinthe.

Okay, so some of this might be partly on purpose.]

[walkingheroin]

[Lucifer leans over her shoulder as she's pouring one of her various strange concoctions.]

Have you decided what you're going to call this one?

OTA

[blackbirdsing]

[What the hell, Sarah needs company. She wants to feel something other than guilt and fear and desperate sadness over the death of Jane during the event. So she's here, and she's ready to mingle in her little black cocktail dress. She helped herself to the bar, made herself a gin and tonic, and is now sitting on one of the couches.

When the piano's being played, it's nice, and even if she winds up simply having a few drinks alone and going home, at least she got ready, left her room, and made an attempt. When she makes eye contact with someone across the room she smiles, then takes a sip of her drink, settling in to relax.]

[walkingheroin]

[Lucifer leans over her just off to the side from behind the couch she's sitting on as she makes eye contact with someone across the room briefly.

He's not very good at personal space.]

They're not always going to come to you, you know.

[Video]

[littledhampir]

[Maybe action in a bit bc Rose can't help herself lbr.]

Floor six. Room sixty-six. [Tone dry, a smirk starting to pull at her upper lip.] You know at first I thought you were going for subtle crazy but you're really selling it now aren't you.

[Video]

[walkingheroin]

I often tend to stay away from the cliches, but in this particular case, it's working to my benefit, is it not? I highly doubt anyone is going to forget where it is, after all.

video

[therapize]

So are you just going to take a shot every time someone comments on the room number?

[Because really Satan? About the only thing worse would have been room 134 on floor one; having been raised Catholic, Cami knows the numbers spell out "hell" when typed in a calculator and turned upside down.

(She scandalized her brother with the discovery when they were five).

Instead, she focuses on her personal reason to roll her eyes at the chosen room: it's just down the hall from her office.]

Should I be neighborly and bring over a fruit basket?

video

[walkingheroin]

That seems like a fun little game. I can't die of alcohol poisoning, after all.

[He knows a thing or two about Marketing. That's all that's going on here.

Never mind the fact that his personal room is also room 666, only on the 10th floor. He likes his privacy...on very rare occasions.]

You know I always enjoy the pleasure of your company. But you can keep your fruit basket. You could always take me on as you're patient, instead? That seems like a nice welcome gift to this floor.

[:)]

[ Video ]

[luckynumberthree]

[ Simon's grinning when he opens a video feed to the man on the Network, even though he hasn't bumped into him yet. ]

Well, shite. Someone giving us some competition at last, huh? [ He chuckles as he says it, however, good-natured and amused. ] I'm kidding. It looks pretty amazing. This a place from the world you come from?

[ Video ]

[walkingheroin]

[His eyebrows lift.]

I didn't realize it was co-owned. [He met your other half.] Similar, at least. It was much easier to make as extravagant as the original was when I had other people to do the work for me. For a moment there I thought I might actually break a sweat.

[ Action ] + OTA!

[widows_kiss]

[ Natasha's in desperate need of a little fun and distraction after the last event. Somewhere new and interesting like this seems like it might fit the bill, so the evening after she sees the announcement, she's wandering in to Deux Lux in a little black dress, perhaps a little fancier than Wonderland requires, but it was all part of trying to cheer herself up after the events of the past week.

She gives the place a once-over upon entering before making her way to the bar to make herself a drink. Finding herself a seat on an empty stool, she spends most of the evening people-watching or occasionally chatting with anyone who happens to wander by. ]

[Text to Bruce]

[widows_kiss]

[ She's been here a little while, her thoughts wandering, when she stumbles across an idea, a particular person's company she's craving. Although she knows him well enough by now that he wouldn't voluntarily come to this place without a good reason. But considering the place has only opened today and Bruce is not always so good at keeping tabs on the Network, she might be able to use it to her advantage this once.

Which is why she tugs out her device and sends a quick but cryptic text to the man. ]

I need your help. Sixth floor, Room 66.

[ It's very rare for her to ask for assistance with anything except in an emergency. Despite how things are between them, she thinks that in itself might lure him up here fairly promptly. ]

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[powerofmabel]

[hi satan.]

Wowee. He does puns too. I might have to readjust my opinion of you a little.

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[walkingheroin]

[Ah. The child is back. H o o r a y]

I guess I am just multi-talented.

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[krmvgivv]

[Did you miss Dipper? Admit it, you missed him.]

Isn't the devil supposed to be more of a fiddle player? There's a whole song about it. Also that room number's really on the nose.

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[walkingheroin]

Considering a human wrote that song, it should be obvious that it is probably inaccurate.

[Ugh, they're both here. WHY DO YOU TORMENT HIM]

freya mikaelson | ota

[deathlessness]

[Freya is never one to say no to a good party, so she gets herself dressed up, makes her way to the club, and takes a moment to take in the scene. It certainly reminds her of home, if nothing else. Perhaps she'll eventually get her siblings to come down and join her, but for right now, it's just her.

She makes her way over to the bar and fixes herself a line of tequila shots, and knocks back the first one. Anyone is more than welcome to join her to help her finish them.]

[walkingheroin]

[He'll be more than happy to snag one at the other end of the line as he sits down.]

Well, thank you. Don't mind if I do.

[video]

[allaboutme]

Do you think people are really going to flock to Satan's nightclub?

[video]

[walkingheroin]

The number of responses I've received in regards to my broadcast signifies that the answer is yes.