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text.

[buried]

I think I've got something for you. You busy?

text: un: sicparvismagna

[duderaider]

Not at the moment. Where do you want me?

[he figures whatever information she has is better shared face-to-face, you see]

[buried]

[ he is one thousand percent correct, what a smart cookie. ]

The library. I'm at the back.

[ if nothing else, it gives a more solid illusion of privacy. she'll be the woman surrounded by stacks of open books. ]

cause the more i drink the more i drink

[incontrovertible]

( never let it be said that caroline salvatore doesn't check in on her people. she lived in a small town all of her life and kept her friends close. she had two daughters. she is the friend that calls at the end of a week when you've been silent. she is the person that remembers something important happened and she calls to hear everything. she is also a mother who left her daughters to do good in the panic room while she crossed an ocean. in crossing that ocean, she missed out on the sacrifices that were made. but, she heard about them. people stayed behind, they fought, and they'd died.

lucifer bringing them back wouldn't change what happened.

but, she is out of the loop, especially with her more mercurial friends. she has been very daughter-focused. friend-focused. she thinks she's been guarding a powerful dark object. she's been taking care of those in different tents, passing out waters, and generally being a caretaker.

the ship is something completely different. it's almost as absurd as the spanish inquisition.

it's hard being in hell. keeping track of everyone you've met, care about, worry about, and try to get in touch with? well, that's always been a full time job, too. so some people slip through the cracks. she doesn't hate the ship. she splits her time equally helping do any good deeds or any cleaning up and enjoying herself. daughter time always takes precedence but they lived without her here for months, so her daughters also get space.

she'd meant to reach out, to message, something.

she'd hoped she'd run into nathan. this just isn't what she was anticipating. it's a sight she's seen before, just not from him. nathan dangerously close to the railing, empty bottles surrounding him. she frowns, stopping a few feet away. )

You should be careful, lost souls tend to claw their way up.

( and sad or not, drunk or not, quiet and as radio silent or not, nathan does not deserve to go overboard. )

I was going to ask where you've been, ( she was going to be cute and flirty and add 'stranger' on the end, but instead. she sighs. ) Nathan.

[duderaider]

Yeah, well.

[lost souls tend to claw their way up. they already have, in a manner of speaking -- he's a little lost, and has been, since he died. since he came back. he knew, going in, that that was a risk, a likelihood, but he thought he'd get lucky. he'd thought he'd never see it coming, if he didn't. he'd thought it wouldn't hurt, that it would be okay, that he would be okay, and while he doesn't quite regret it -- well, he's not okay. he's not okay, he's a little drunk, yes, and as much as he wishes it would, all the alcohol in the world isn't fixing his laundry list of problems]

[damn it]

[sighing, he turns to face her, still draped over the railing, though now backwards, propped up on his elbows]

Sorry. I didn't mean to ...

[worry her? was she worried? was anyone? he died alone]

[incontrovertible]

( worry her is also her first question, and he would've had everything else not been happening. life passes far too fast then it did in Mystic Falls. more happens in less time and then it feels like she has downtime in her life between crises. she hasn't adjusted to a different pattern of concerns. )

You didn't. Do anything to me. Now, though. I am, Nate.

( how can she not be? )

Can you tell me what happened?

text | @ms salvatore

[incontrovertible]

Quick question, in terms of your Hell to Hell counterparts, do you have one equal to Mammon? Specifically, anything about his garden?

Elena and I found an herb that grows in Mystic Falls, one we need.

[duderaider]

Okay, wait. Back up.

Are you planning on stealing the herb? Or ... ?

[he wants to know what she has in mind, before he tells her anything, so he can decide what's relevant -- or how to help, if they plan on breaking in somewhere. he's a thief, after all]

[incontrovertible]

You call it stealing, but we never heard that there are rules to being on Mammon's island, or in Mammon's garden.
Yes, we want to take some and plant it back in Penance

text; un:tbone

[fortheportfolio]

Hey so I picked up some stuff on Creepy Cult Island I thought you might want to take a look at. Might have some new material for that notebook of yours.

[duderaider]

Not sorry I missed out on that.

What've you got?

[fortheportfolio]

You really shouldn't be.

[Because it had sucked on so many levels.]

Picked up a handful of books. One about Asmodeus, one about some creepy ocean asshole, and a couple involving theoretical physics of the Hell variety.

[He's assuming Nate will be most interested in the first two.]

action | during the sirens ring out

[alias_savant]

[Neal swings past the bar, lifting another box of care package supplies onto the smooth surface. He's been mostly sticking to the bar, making sure they had enough food to feed those there while still caring for those in the fog.

He glances over at Nate as he comes into the bar.]

What do you need?

[duderaider]

[his answers, while honest, is also apologetic]

To sit down for a few minutes.

[he's been running since everything went to Hell in earnest, no pun intended, and he's just -- tired. and hungry, to be honest, but the exhaustion is the big thing, at the moment. can he just take a nap on the bar, please?]

[alias_savant]

[Neal nods, and will shift to grab one of the glasses behind the bar and pour him some water. They'll likely transition to something stronger, but first hydrate, then eat.]

Then sit. We have time.

[It many not feel like it, but they do.]

during-and so the almighty shares calamity | action

[howmuchtrouble]

[The plagues are predictable, but Elena loses track of them at some point. It doesn't help that they all start to blur together, and it's hard to keep track of the order. If she had been more aware, she might have known this was coming before it actually hits her.

Even the illness itself sneaks up on her - a cough here, a sniffle there. It isn't until one particularly bad coughing jag comes back with blood in her palm that she realizes what's happening.]

Uh-oh.

[duderaider]

[Nathan's having the same problem with everything blurring together. he also been trying to ignore the fact that Elena seems a little sick, as of late, because obviously, she can't get sick, what with the last plague only applying to firstborn sons, as far as he remembers. she should be fine, right? right??]

[anyway, he's leaning over his notebook, at the moment, trying to remember which order the plagues went in and how to stop them, though he looks up when Elena starts coughing. excuse him, as his heart jumps into his throat despite his best efforts]

Uh-oh? What uh-oh?

[howmuchtrouble]

[She grimaces, before turning to face her, holding up her hand. Elena gives him an apologetic look, because she really didn't intend to cause him problems, and yet.]

Guess they're just going for general firstborn children.

[And she's feeling a little woozy so she's going to stumble a bit, reaching for the nearest piece of furniture to stop her fall.]

voice;

[cleptes]

Hi, Nathan. By now you've probably realised that James is gone. I had thought about doing a network wide post about it but with everything that has been happening this month, I decided not to.

[ She exhales softly. ]

Can we talk or meet up?

[duderaider]

Yeah.

[he'd been trying to ignore that fact, trying to pretend like he just hadn't seen him, with everything going on, but -- yeah. yeah, he's noticed that James is gone. he can only imagine how she feels. he doesn't have to, for all that it's bothering him, too, for all that James was the closest thing to having Sam here as he feels like he'll ever get]

Yeah, just -- you wanna grab a drink or something?

[now that the alcohol at the bar seems drinkable again]

[cleptes]

I do. I can meet you at the hotel bar because I'm still in the suburbs at the moment.

[ In the house that she lived with James and Wei. It's how she realised that James was gone in the first place because they spent a lot of time with eachother. ]

At least he missed out on the fun, right? [ She aims for lightness, but it doesn't quite read in her voice. ]

[odaystar]

To Whom It May Concern,

It has been years now since Hell has been redone and made even greater than ever before. And you, my prized guest, have made it twelve months in your journey towards redemption. I know that there have been bumps along the way and we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I do wish to show my gratitude. Together, we will all leave Hell one day.

I have handpicked gifts specifically for you to commemorate this anniversary. I do hope you enjoy them.

A basket of assorted candies and an aged scrap of paper rambling about the existence of demons

A small sphere about the size of a golf ball, that folds open into an elaborate sculpture.

A voucher for a night in the honeymoon suite at Casino Styx

Again, I thank you for all of your help in making Hell what it is today.

Yours,
Lucifer

action ; post presents

[howmuchtrouble]

[Elena does not like Hell ninety-nine point nine percent of the time. It's not a place you like. But she receives the basket of presents from Lucifer and her eyes widen when she finds it's actually good? Full of things she'll actually use?

A map to somewhere that's free to explore?

Damn, she does like that, just a little.

She climbs back into bed, nudging her husband in the shoulder briefly until he wakes up.]

Hey. Wanna go rock climbing?

[duderaider]

I -- wait -- what?

[you'll have to forgive your husband his reaction, Elena -- he was still mostly asleep, when she started with the nudging. give him a few seconds, and maybe his brain will catch up with the rest of him]

[odaystar]

To Whom It May Concern,

It has been years now since Hell has been redone and made even greater than ever before. And you, my prized guest, have made it 24 months in your journey towards redemption. I know that there have been bumps along the way and we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I do wish to show my gratitude. Together, we will all leave Hell one day.

I have handpicked gifts specifically for you to commemorate this anniversary. I do hope you enjoy them.

A basket containing rope, a pick ax, and his mother’s journal

A voucher granting permission to create a dig site outside the Penance gates. Nathan will be allowed to dig at a spot of his choosing for a project of no longer than three weeks with friends of his choosing to assist.

Two vouchers to get out of torture. They may be transferred to another party.

Again, I thank you for all of your help in making Hell what it is today.

Yours,
Lucifer