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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[kingsroads]

"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).

[disorder_heaven]

"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.

[kingsroads]

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!"

[disorder_heaven]

"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.

[kingsroads]

Strange had certainly meant for the response to be a joke. However, this person is new. It's entirely possible that whoever this winged man is, he simply isn't used to Strange's...uniqueness.

"It's Strange, not Stranger. And don't worry, I wouldn't enter through your bathroom mirror even if I knew what trailer you were in. I'd at least have the courtesy to check to see if you were in, at first."

[disorder_heaven]

"Yeaaah, I'm still gonna call you Stranger Danger."

He stares at the egg shells on the ground, apparently lost in thought for a few moments. His wings rustle behind him as he subconsciously adjusts them, still getting used to the ability to have them out at all times. Finally he speaks.

"So um. Mirrors. Is that... Normal, for you? I mean, I imagine the ability is something you've always had, but is it really your first choice in a mode of transportation?" He crosses his arms, a grin flickering across his mouth. "Or did you do something diabolical while you were retrieving your eggs?"

[kingsroads]

"Nicknames are supposed to be shorter than the actual name..." Still, that's the only protest Strange is giving because he honestly doesn't really care too much about what people call him.

As Lucifer stares at the egg shells, Strange just keeps peeling the shell off the egg. He's hungry and can certainly talk and peel off eggshell at the same time. However, by the time Lucifer starts to speak, the hardboiled egg is now sans shell and Strange just takes a slightly too large bite out of it. Lucifer gets a little "Mmph?" before Strange pauses, chews, swallows, then actually answers the question.

"It made more sense back home, when there was a world behind the mirrors. Here and now though, I can't access that world so mirror to mirror it is."

Said as if that's a perfectly sensible explanation. And the rest of the egg is going straight in his mouth as Strange starts eating the rest of egg number one.

[disorder_heaven]

"And you find Mirror Squared travel to be more convenient than... I dunno, walking?" Then again, who was he to judge? "And why did you need to use mirrors to get eggs?"

He figures he's either asking all the wrong questions, or exactly the right ones. Maybe Stranger Danger has some brilliant method of egg gathering than far surpasses Lucifer's. He must know.

[kingsroads]

"I traveled to the cookhouse via mirror because I didn't really want to deal with any of the chefs or anybody who was eating food." It was supposed to be a quick detour: go in, grab food, come out. The fact that there were people there to fuss at him for stealing food was...unexpected.

Strange reaches into his pocket, pulls out the second egg, and starts peeling the shell off of that one. No, he doesn't have a brilliant method of egg gathering, he's just someone who sneaks food.

[disorder_heaven]

"Look, I'm all for not having to like. Talk to people, and shit. Especially when it comes to something like getting food. But I'm still a little lost as to why you had to think with portals to get... two eggs. Like, why not get more than two? Or bacon? Or snack food? Two eggs isn't all that filling."

Yeah, Lucifer would steal the entire fridge if he could.

[kingsroads]

"I like eggs." It's said as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Why not get bacon? Cause eggs are yummy. Why not get snack food, again, cause he likes eggs, is it really that hard for Lucifer to figure out? Strange continues to peel the shell off the egg as he talks.

"Besides, I only have two hands and I still have to use one of them to help cast the spell."

[disorder_heaven]

"I dunno, man, if I was going on a snack raid, I'd've brought a bag. But whatever boats your float."

Lucifer likes eggs too, but that seems like too much effort for two eggs. Then again, if he did go on a snack raid, he'd fly away, not...mirror portal. He really can't get over that.

[kingsroads]

"If I get hungry again, then I'll simply sneak back and grab more food. I don't see why you're having such a hard time grasping this!"

Having finished peeling the shell off the second egg, Strange takes a large bite out of it, chewing and swallowing and again acting as if this is a perfectly normal conversation that one has with random people that they've literally just met. Talking about stealing food, no biggie.

[disorder_heaven]

It isn't stealing food that has Lucifer so baffled. It's why so much effort goes into two eggs. Yeah, eggs are great, but if Stranger Danger likes eggs so much, why only two?

"I'm not sure if you're fucking with me or if you're just super bored."

[kingsroads]

Whereas Strange doesn't view casting a spell to sneak into the kitchen as effort in the first place. He's gotten adept at the magic that firing off the spell to slip between the mirrors is downright easy. So, as Lucifer's confusion, he just shrugs.

"It's not like the spell is all that challenging. I've been practicing it almost incessantly ever since I arrived." And then the rest of the egg goes in his mouth as he chews and swallows.

[disorder_heaven]

"Challenge no. Time yes." He spreads his wings a little, torn between talking to Stranger Danger some more and just leaving him to his eggsperiments. "It is kind of a cool spell, though. Can you stay IN a mirror, or is it pretty much automatic that you pop out the other side?"

[kingsroads]

"I'm afraid I automatically pop out of the other side. Though lingering in the mirror does sound like a good idea..." Strange trails off for a moment, frowning in thought as he mulls things over. If he tweaks the spell here and adjusts something there, then perhaps it could work.

"I like your wings, by the way. Did you have them before arriving here?"

[disorder_heaven]

"That's kind of a shame, actually. It'd be such a great hiding place." Not that Lucifer has any need to hide from anyone ever. He's a good boy. Of course he is. He'd never do anything horrible ever.

"I did. Why? Is that weird?"

[kingsroads]

"No, I was just simply curious." As he explains, Strange unties his neckerchief slightly so that Lucifer can see the orange, black, and white goldfish scales that dot his neck (and that also cover part of his hands).

"I didn't have my eyes and my scales before arriving at the carnival. Our bodies change the longer we remain here."

[disorder_heaven]

Without really thinking about it, Lucifer raises a hand to touch the small but very sharp horns that poke out from under his hair. He understands that the changes occur, but the variety surprises him.

"Yeah, the wings are mine. The fangs and horns are new." The slitted and iridescent pupils are his own, too, which he knew would surprise Allen if the kid ever asked about his eyes. "I actually heard someone mention that people can get turned into animals if they misbehave. Know anything about that?"

[kingsroads]

"As a matter of fact, I do! A while ago, one of my coworkers was turned into a lizard." And Strange can't help but smirk at that, obviously taking a bit of pleasure from Sherlock's pain. The two have made amends now and are on relatively good terms...but that doesn't change the fact that Sherlock Holmes can be a bit of an ass and straight up deserved being a lizard for a while.

"I tried to turn Mister Holmes back into a human, but the Ringmaster's magic was far too powerful for me to do so. I'd recommend not crossing her."

[disorder_heaven]

"Yeah, definitely not. Jeez, what the hell did he do?" The question is half out of curiosity and half for legitimate information gathering. Lucifer may not be intending to cause trouble, but he does so like to toe the line. It'd be nice to know where the line is.

[kingsroads]

"I honestly have no idea. He probably angered the Ringmaster somehow—there was a period right before Atlantis where Mister Holmes was quite annoying."

He shrugs, more in a gesture to convey his confusion than anything else. "I've no idea why he would antagonize the Ringmaster. For a faerie, she's a good employer." She's also the second faerie that Strange has actually MET, so he really has no way to judge who would be a good employer among the fae or not. He certainly believes that he knows what he's talking about, though.

[disorder_heaven]

"For a faerie, huh?" Faeries back in Lucifer's worlds were more like demons than anything, but they were far less aggressive than the ones his king had chosen as his generals. Faeries aren't scary to him. But the idea of the Ringmaster turning him into an animal? And an earth-bound one, at that? No.

"What was he doing? This "Holmes" guy, I mean."

[kingsroads]

"Probably being a nuisance. The man has a habit of getting himself into the most disagreeable sort of arguments imaginable. And he's hardly subtle at it either!"

Strange is equally not subtle, as Lucifer's probably guessed, so this is a little bit the pot calling the kettle black. Still, as Strange rolls his eyes, he's a hundred percent confident in his assessment that Sherlock Holmes is loud and troublesome.