Bored as always.

[disorder_heaven]

Who: Lucifer and OPEN
What: Exploring the carnival and probably annoying strangers.
When: Day 95
Where: Gamer's Circle, and anywhere you want him to bump into you
Warnings: None yet.



After a brief mishap with a malfunctioning Ferris wheel, Lucifer found himself flying away from the contraption and landing by the entrance of the circus. He folded his wings firmly behind his back, checking around him to make sure he wouldn't get into trouble for exiting a ride in what was probably considered an "unsafe way."

Granted, to him, staying on a rickety, broken-down Ferris wheel was far more unsafe than flying away from it before it collapsed.

Being interested in what was going on around him was a bit new to him. What was even worse was the fact he was actually a little overwhelmed by all the sights to be seen. The demon world didn't have anything like this, and angels would have turned up their noses at such mindless...fun. And the human world? Lucifer had gotten to see very little of that.

He wandered around Gamer's Circle, not participating in any of the games himself, but watching others do so and wondering if this was truly supposed to be more entertaining than video games.

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[showmystar]

Allen had never really been involved in the fun parts of the circus when he was a kid. It was not a happy place before he met Mana, and even then, it was a place for leaving. Here, though, Allen figured he may as well try his hand at the games he was never allowed to play.

A wooden rifle sat on Allen's shoulder as he aimed it at a line of steel and porcelain woodland creatures moving on a belt. Every cork bullet he let fly missed spectacularly. It was almost impressive. The worker behind the counter was either sympathetic to this pathetic display of marksmanship or incredibly bored.

On the counter beside Allen is another wooden rifle, a crossbow, a pile of darts, and a bow and arrow. What sort of people did they think was coming to the carnival . . . ?

One golden, winged orb grew quickly bored with Allen's game. Timcanpy wandered away, looking for snacks and shiny things to pilfer from unsuspecting people. It trailed near Lucifer, scoping him out.

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Lucifer was staring at a line of stuffed animals hanging from a rack when a tiny spark of light briefly distracted him from his brief distraction. He turned to see... A golden snitch? What the hell?

"The fuck are you?" he muttered, spreading his wings once before folding them tighter against his back. "Are you part of the circus?"

He'd seen weirder things, but still. He held out his hand, palm up. Maybe it was some kind of bird? He expected it to flee, so there was no point chasing it.

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The creature alighted on Lucifer's palm with four stubby little legs. Its wings folded to the side strangely, half hinge and half natural, as its tail twitched to the side.

Its entire body shook side to side quickly. No, it wasn't part of the circus. Timcanpy was part of itself!

Moving on to more important matters, it patted Lucifer's hand with one tiny paw, as if to say, Fork over the goods.

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"You're weird," Lucifer mumbled, his fingers very lightly touching the edge of the tiny beast's wing. "Did someone make you?"

He looked around as though expecting to be ambushed, but when nothing attacked him and the creature failed to explode, he just went back to examining it. He wasn't even sure if it was alive.

"Do you want somethin', or what?"

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Timcanpy kept still for the gentle touches, glad for the attention. He nodded once, twice, then fluttered into Lucifer's chest. It may seem like snuggling, but in truth, he was sniffing around for treats.

How could a creature without a nose smell? Exactly how one without a stomach can eat. Don't question it.

He started toward Lucifer's pockets.

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Lucifer wasn't the type to carry food. He was the type to pounce on whatever he found and devour it before Alciel could take it away from him. If he'd known what this little monster was doing, he would have been irritated, but as it stood he only chuckled softly.

"Dude, quit that, it tickles." His lips twitched as he wrapped his fingers around the round winged beast and pulled it back. "What the heck are you looking for? And where is your master?"

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A seam opened across the orb, revealing a gigantic, toothy maw that took up half its "face." It tried to nibble Lucifer's fingers just a bit. Whether it was a friendly gesture or it was irritated Lucifer didn't have any snacks would be forever up in the air.

It stopped mid-bite and struggled in Lucifer's grasp momentarily, trying to look around. Where had his dumb ward gone off to?

There! At the cotton candy stand stood a boy with white hair tied back in a short ponytail. The attendant handed him a cone of pink cotton candy that towered higher than his arm was long. It was glorious.

Timcanpy lifted one pudgy arm and pointed one little finger at the boy.

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Lucifer decided in that moment that asking possibly non-sentient monsters questions might save his body parts in the future, and was grateful he'd distracted Tim with said question. Wings bristling as a clear sign of his irritation, he kept his fingers around Timcanpy as though it were inanimate, and approached the "master" in question.

"Hey. Is this yours?"

He held his arm out, holding Timcanpy upside-down.

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The golem flailed wildly, kicking its stubby little feets and flapping its wings, its tail twitching irritably. If it could make any noise, it would be screaming Shiba screams.

Allen gasped and exclaimed, both chiding and worried, "Timpcanpy!" That was not how you held a living creature!! He snatched his dumb kid brother from the stranger before bringing him up to his face. If he wasn't holding cotton candy, he'd be petting the creature. Alas, food was more important. "See, this is why you shouldn't be wandering off all the time. Are you alright?"

Tim lifted from Allen's hands and zipped behind him, peeking around Allen's shoulders, tiny little fumes bursting from the sides of Tim's body. He was throwing a tantrum. Look how he was handling me! he seemed to whine. Allen ignored it.

"He didn't bite you, did he?" It's a wry and oft-asked questioned.

[kingsroads]

Near the edge of the Gamer's Circle, there are a few funhouse mirrors set up, probably more for distracting people while others play games than any sort of actual entertainment themselves. They seem to be perfectly normal mirrors (aside from the inherent funhouse weirdness)...which makes it all the more odd when a lanky, six foot tall English magician with mirrors for eyes just awkwardly falls out of the mirror.

Magic, yo. Jonathan Strange had been trying to sneak some food from the cookhouse, panicked slightly when he heard people approaching, and just bolted out via one of the mirrors before he could get caught (again). The traveling through mirrors spell he used was quite useful, but there's occasionally problems, such as losing your balance when you're trying to leave real quick. As such, said magician is laying on the ground right next to Lucifer's feet, carefully holding two hard-boiled eggs away from the ground.

"I didn't run into you, did I?" Strange casually asks, as he looks up at Lucifer. The whole situation may be weird as hell but hey, Strange has food, he's come out of this situation on top.

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Weirder things had happened before, but Lucifer was still a little flustered when a man two feet taller than himself fell out a mirror he hadn't even noticed was so close to him. Even if he was on the floor. Which... kind of made it worse, because there was no way a grown man on the ground could really have any sort of dignity.

Portals? Probably portals. Better not to ask. But Lucifer's still a bit defensive, his wings spread and his eyes wary.

"No, you didn't." And, as though it was the weirdest thing about this situation: "...Why do you have eggs?"

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"Because I want to eat them," said as if it's the most obvious thing ever. Still trying to keep the eggs from touching the ground, Strange scrambles to his feet. One of the eggs is lightly set down in his coat pocket while Strange starts to peel the other one. Flecks of shell flutter to the ground as he continues to talk, looking over Lucifer and taking in his wings like yep, that's something perfectly normal.

"Why else would I be carrying around eggs if that wasn't the case?"

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"I'm less concerned with the eggs and more concerned with the fact you fell through a portal holding eggs." He puts a hand on his hip and lets his eyes wander to the shells gathering on the ground. Then he looks up, because let's be real, he actually does have to look up to look this tall fellow in the face. "Was it worth it?"

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"I technically fell through a mirror, not a portal." It's splitting hairs but Strange is still going to be a bit pedantic about this, as he continues to peel bits of shell off the egg.

"And I'd say it was worth it. The magic's easy to cast--mirror travel is a specialty of mine. Of course, I usually don't get as tripped up as I do when I exit the mirror."

Normally he just confidently strolls out of the other end, no problem, like he entirely knows what he's doing. It's just this one time that he got tipped up and managed to shatter any sort of remainder of his dignity. It certainly won't happen again! (Okay yeah it probably will happen again, but not for a while).

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"A mirror portal," Lucifer mumbles, determined not to be wrong. "So what, you can just. Go in and out of whatever mirrors you want? You're not gonna come crawling outta the mirror in my bathroom like some B-movie Japanese ghost girl, right?"

Not that he sounds particularly bothered about this possibility. He doesn't actually care. It'd probably scare his roommate half to death, but there could be legitimate zombies in Lucifer's house and he'd still wait for the end of a race in Mario Kart before dealing with the problem.

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And that just nets Lucifer a blank look because Strange has absolutely no context for the phrase 'B-movie Japanese ghost girl' and doesn't even know what a B-movie is in the first place. Still, this isn't the first time someone's used a phrase in the carnival that he has zero clue about the context of, so he's just filing that away as 'a specific ghost reference that he's got no idea the specifics of.' He can certainly carry on the rest of the conversation, at least.

"Don't be silly, of course I wouldn't enter through your bathroom mirror." And then he can't help but smile a wry little smirk of a smile as Strange continues. "I'd need to know what trailer you were in, first!"

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"Whoa, dude. Stranger danger."

He isn't sure if Strange actually can come through his bathroom mirror or not. The response could have been a joke, but it also could have been serious; the socially awkward fallen angel couldn't get a read on this guy.

Either way, he's not telling this guy where he lives. No sir.

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Jimmy picked his mail up out of the box several hours before he could do anything about it, leaving Lucifer to ponder the stuff on Jimmy's side of the trailer.

Most of it is perfectly normal. A few books, clothes (including a rather ugly sky blue Hawaiian shirt with pink flamingos), a Kindle on the bed, and a closed notebook on the counter beside a ziploc bag full of dried flowers and a large saute pan half full of water. There's a pet of some kind too, given the small dog bed on the floor and a plastic container on the counter labeled 'Kibble'.

The roomie himself comes back, smelling faintly of onions. Meatloaf was on the menu and it turned out to be remarkably popular. Going back into his trailer is.... a lot harder than he expected. He's not sure what's waiting for him in there, but with a name like Lucifer. It can't be good.

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At first, Lucifer's side of the room would seem to be nothing more than a wall of black feathers, dark and ominous. Not a shred of light escapes between them, and the feathers themselves bristle and shift as though alive of their own accord.

Then the honking and screeching of a classic racing game becomes clear, and Lucifer folds his wings to better focus on the race he's just started, his eyes focusing on the screen before him. His side of the room consists of nothing but snack food wrappers and piles of game cartridges, cords thrown about haphazardly, a tiny mancave on life support.

He doesn't even cast his new roommate a glance, too focused on the game he is playing. All Jimmy gets is a lazy, "Yo."

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Well, okay then. Jimmy's gaze goes from the wings to the console, to the pile of gamer debris around Lucifer. He supposes the TV got installed at the same time, but it's entirely possible that Jimmy just never noticed it. "I... hello? You must be my new roommate? It's good to meet you." Maybe not, judging by the size and variety of the heap.

Pea on the other hand, has noticed the pile of delicious smelling wrappers and starts investigating. Before she can get too far, however, Jimmy's picked her up and tucked her under one arm. "You absolutely do not need any crumbs. I know you can have a little chocolate, but that kind of high calorie diet is for actually battling Pokemon only." Sweet Pea puts on her best 'puppy sad now' face, but Jimmy doesn't care. He starts heading towards the counter with the bin of waiting kibble.

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Poke...mon? Lucifer pauses and glances back, looking at his new roommate and the thing he was talking to. It looked... Similar to a Poketure. Weird.

"Yeah, I'm Lucifer. Sorry, I'll clean up in a bit." Probably. "What's that?" He points to the doglike creature, still a little baffled by how adorable a puppy made of...rocks?...could be. At least it wasn't a cat.

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"This is Sweet Pea. She's​ a Pokemon that came along after our last stop." Pea barks once, before giving Jimmy another 'puppy sad now' and would really like to help Lucifer clean up the mess.

"Still no, sorry. I've got a fresh batch of kibble made up over there, though. And I can add a little gravy, too." Sweet Pea looks up at Jimmy and then back at the pile of potential deliciousness. Another whine and a shoulder flump. She is expecting to be consoled by gravy, thank you.

"If you want, I can help with the cleanup after I feed Pea."

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"Nah, I got it."

There was no point pretending to be a NEET here. He was expected to work and socialize, and if he got to have his wings out, it was a fair enough compromise. He folded his wings tighter against his back to accommodate them to the somewhat cramped living space, picking up after himself.

Satan's jaw would have hit the ground.

"She doesn't chew cords, right?"

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"Not since I asked her to, right?" There's an affirmative ruff! from Pea, and Jimmy sets her back down to get dinner together.

Which doesn't stop her from wandering over to give Jimmy's new roommate and the pile of potential deliciousness a good sniff anyway.

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"Can I pet her?" Lucifer asks uncertainly, picking things up before Pea can get to them. "She won't bite me or anything, right?"

He really, really doesn't want to admit how cute she is, but his eyes kind of give it away, his slitted pupils dilating slightly in interest.