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[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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[ 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?

_{[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.]}

Only by you, if you want it.

[ 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.

_{[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.]}

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.]}

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[ 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. ]

_{[... 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.]}

[ 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? ]

_{[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.]}

The girl who adopted one of my cats.

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

[ her fingers tap against his leg, but that's all they do. her plan isn't to hurt him, though she's only just begun threading the plan together as it is. she easily knows who it happens to be he's talking about, but katherine has learned her lesson over the last hundred years and has become rather thorough in not only her investigations and attempts to destroy the trail of her footprints, but in her compulsion. ]

[ — which, technically, is an investigation right now. it's not her fault she's cheating. ]

[ her expression remains kind, but her eyes never quite leave his. ] What's my name?

Elena.

_{[That hasn't changed, as far as he knows.]}

[ she rolls her eyes, brows lifting and smile still in place. firmly: ] No.

[ her hand travels up his leg, just a little, and her fingers dig in gently, but firm enough to either come across as wanting his attention. there's so many possibilities she could explore in this very moment — she could make anders forget everything he's ever seen and experienced in wonderland, have him complete twenty star jumps whenever he so much as sees a cat. despite her sadistic streak, katherine merely has one plan in mind, and it's the softest ace to ever grace beneath her sleeve. ]

I'm Katherine. And every time you see me, you'll remember that. [ her expression shifts, and it's almost condescending with its pout. she doesn't break eye contact with him; it's not necessarily a threat, but more of a precaution for any future encounters that they have a good time together. ] You don't want to upset me, do you?

_{[Not Elena? Well, okay, if she says so...]}

Katherine. Sure, I'll remember.

_{[There's something even more distracting about the look in her eyes than her hand creeping up his leg, though that hand is pretty distracting. And getting close to the danger zone.

He has half a mind to shift a little uncomfortably, but the command gets lost somewhere between his brain and his body and he ends up staying where he is, rooted in place.]}

No. _{[Probably... not?]} Sorry, I must have heard wrong.

_{[Was she Katherine all along? Right now moment it doesn't register as all that important.]}

[ she lifts a hand to wrap the ends of her hair between her fingers. ] Curly hair, Katherine. [ and with that hand in her hair, it reveals her own bracelet. it's pretty in its simple design, the bangle sitting daintily on her wrist. ] Bracelet, Katherine.

[ her hand remains on his leg, but the glint in her eye is no longer threatening to teeter into maliciousness. all katherine wants is to be herself, and that first step is ensuring people don't confuse her for being one of the olsen twins when she's elizabeth. ] You're not to tell anyone else what I've told you this evening. [ she smiles, letting her hand drop from her hair, but her gaze, much kinder, remains on him. ] It's to be our little secret.

_{[Curly-haired Katherine. That's an alliteration he can remember... with a little extra help from a vampire's mental compulsion.

He nods with an easy, unfocused obedience. Secret. Right. Okay.]}

I can keep a secret.

I'm glad. I think you'd wear being a secret rather well.

[ she relaxes, and that compulsion of him falls away like water. her smile is less tense, and she feels more at ease, her hand still on his leg. ]

Are you having a good time?

Not sure that would flatter my waistline.

_{[The intensity of Katherine's gaze eases back and when it does he blinks once, twice, with a faint urge to rub his eyes to wake himself up as one does coming out of sleep, or a vivid daydream.

But he's done neither of those things--he's just been sitting here having a Q&A with... not Elena. Katherine. Odd, how did they get down this road of questioning? He's not really sure of that, either. Maybe this drink really is stronger than he'd thought.]}

I might be having too good a time. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm seeing double.

_{[It's evident when Anders is free of the compulsion because the first thing he does is come at the question sideways, tilting his head as he revisits an earlier thought. Elena. Katherine. Same person or different people? So who owns little Alfie? In all of this, he fails to even recognize her hand is still on him, drawing them together like two people sharing an intimate conversation at a table.]}

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