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Besides all this mumbo-jumbo about portals and the fact I've obviously lost my mind and am lying strapped to a hospital bed somewhere, I've got a few things I'd like to clear up—

[The blonde woman frowns deeply at the screen, brows drawn tightly together in displeasure.]

—namely, it's been told to me that we can't leave this place until they've scrounged up enough 'resources' to send us back, which seems oddly convenient. Does anyone know if there's been success with that yet? Has anyone been sent back home, or is that some nebulous 'someday' thing they're telling us? Second of all...

[Her hand comes up to gently cup a small gold locket hanging around her neck; a gift from the city to her, it seemed. Her mouth works for a moment, trying to find the words.]

Trixie, baby, if you can hear me, mommy's here and going to find you. I promise. Just sit tight, monkey.

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[Lucifer was bored. You see one city, you've seen them all -- even if it was in another reality. People were still people, after all. But there was a little bit of interest in the fact that this particular city seemed to be willfully drawing in individuals from realities outside their own. He had to idly wonder what Dad would think about all this. Then he had to wonder if He didn't already know.

Still, bored Lucifer meant scrolling through his device Lucifer, popping onto the Friendr app to see if there was anyone worth ogling. There were, of course, but he found his desire to ogle, or do more than that a little deflated lately. Maybe it had something to do with being taken away just before he was about to have himself a rather important epiphany. A 'moment', as it were. Bored with the not-Tindr, he flicked over to the little posts people seemed to be making; some locked, some not. He was about to turn the bloody thing off and toss it aside when something caught his attention. Blonde. Blue eyes. Earnest expression. It took him a moment... more than a moment, truthfully, since he was busy staring and trying to convince himself it wasn't real. But then he clicked on the icon, watching her face pop up and that familiar tone filter through the tiny speakers on his new 'phone'.

There she was. Right there. In front of him. Speaking as if her spawn could hear her. Asking questions. Being all... her. He felt something pinch almost painfully inside him before he was fumbling to press 'reply'.]

Detective?! What in... you're here! What are you doing here? You're...

Here?!

[Yes. Eloquent as always.]

Lucifer?!

[There's a note of incredulity to her voice as her face swims closer into view, as if taking a closer look will reveal whether he's a figment of her imagination or not. Sure enough, Lucifer Morningstar was on the other end. Her mouth fell open in blatant confusion and surprise, before she closed it again. Now wasn't the time. She needed to actually find him.]

I could say the same thing to you. Where are you?

Here.

[Excuse him, Chloe. He was going to just close his eyes and lift a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose in disgust at himself.]

I mean, I'm here in my quarters. In the city. Where are you?

[And it was apparent from the fact that everything around him was moving that Lucifer was no longer sitting and scrolling, but getting up and leaving his room, already heading out into the hall to try to decide which floor to get to -- or perhaps which window to jump out of to get outside.]

Are you inside? At the housing center? Which floor?

[Seems they both had the same idea, because now Chloe was getting up from her seat to head out the door. Could it be possible that they were in the same building and not even realize it?]

I'm in my room, in Community Housing. The large skyscraper overlooking the river— floor 6.

[She stood outside in the hall for a moment, considering her next move.]

Tell me where to go.

Stairs. On the west side.

[Because that, dear Chloe, was where he was walking- fine, walk-running towards, eyes split between the screen and where he was going.]

On my way.

[And off she went in that direction, eyes seeking his tall form as she increased her pace.]

[He popped out into the stairwell on his floor -- floor 9, looking down over the banister as he started to quickly run down the stairs.]

Detective!

[That? Oh, that was just him calling like a worried hen as he kept almost tripping down the stairs.]

[He'd be able to hear the loud, heavy clang of a door opening and closing, followed by the sound of her voice—]

Lucifer!

[—and the quick sound of her footsteps coming up the staircase. Seems they'd be meeting in the middle.]

[Sod the device, he was too busy leaning over the railing to see her, footsteps echoing in the small space as he all but leaped down the last few stairs to the next turn downward.]

Chloe!

[There she was. There. At the bottom of the next flight. The reality of that had him screeching to a halt, clinging to the rail as if he might topple over.]

[The sound of her name coming from directly above rather than from the device has her eyes flying up the staircase until they finally landed on him.

She let out another little huff as she caught her breath, hand clutching at the railing as she swallowed past the lump in her throat. For a moment, she thought she wouldn't ever see him again. And now he's here.]

You're okay. Thank God.

[She moves to climb the next flight of stairs, slower this time, more assured that he's not going to disappear out of thin air. Again.]

Doubt He has anything to do with this.

[Then again... There was the question of how far Dad's fingers reached when it came to alternate realities.

He moved to take a step down, frowning when he looked down to see that his knee was wobbling a little. He felt... weak. Adrenaline had flooded him, making his grip on the railing a little shaky as he took a step back, realizing taking a header down the stairs with her right there might not be the wisest course of action.]

Oh, shut up.

[Said with a brief twist of a smile. Same old Lucifer being... well, Lucifer. She paused, noticing that minute twitch in his muscles, a frown marring her features as she quickly looked him over, as if surveying for injuries. She took the next steps two at a time, almost bounding up to him until she was right at his side.]

You alright?

I'm not entirely sure how to answer that.

[But it was said almost distractedly, his hand lifting to hover just over the side of her head, like he wanted to touch her and wasn't entirely sure he should. Or could.]

Are you? They didn't hurt you, did they? You're... well. You sounded more annoyed than harmed, but... are you well?

Yeah. I get that.

[She still wasn't sure what to think about all of this. Magic portals and alternate timelines... part of her wondered if she'd lost her mind somehow. Gotten pulled too far into Lucifer's wacky web of personality and been influenced.

She didn't move into his touch, but she didn't move away either. She was too distracted by him. Staring as if to make sure he wouldn't disappear into thin air.]

I'm okay. Physically, anyway. I think I might've lost my mind, though.

If there's one thing I trust you to hold onto in the middle of chaos, love, it's your mind. To annoying degrees.

[Here. She was here. It was her. Not some figment of his imagination. He could feel that same flutter in his stomach he got around her, that rise and fall of everything around him as he just looked at her. And maybe marveled a little.]

You're certain you're all right? No bumps to the head? No... deserts?

That makes one of us, at least.

[She bit her lip as she looked him over, feet seemingly rooted to the floor. Move, Chloe, she told herself. Don't just stand here like an idiot. And move she did, her hands reaching out to touch along his arms to see if he was actually physically there in front of her (and to check for any injuries, she told herself), breaking that distance between them.]

I just can't believe you're actually here. But yeah, I'm fine, I—

[She wrinkled her nose a bit in question at that last bit.]

Deserts? What are you talking about?

Nothing important, it seems. Just... seemingly a bit of a detour before winding up here.

[She touched him and he felt like his world shifted just a little, just enough to snap back into place. His arms moved to wind gently around her, drawing her in so he could tuck her in against him, to feel like maybe... maybe he might be able to stomach being here a while. Maybe he had a purpose, even if it was just to get her home.]

You've no idea how good it is to see you.

You never stop being annoyingly cryptic, do you?

[She allowed him to pull her in, keeping her arms held loosely against him while she tucked her chin over his chest. She felt... well, she felt a lot of things. Confusion, anger, anxiety, relief. And he always seemed to be if not at the center, then at the peripheral of it all.

It made her think of that voicemail he left her. About wanting to tell her everything.]

Something happened, didn't it? Tell me.

I will. I was planning on it. I just... got a little sidetracked.

[Kidnapped. He got kidnapped. He dipped his head down, nose brushing over her hair to pick up that familiar scent that had him feeling a little more grounded. Funny how she could do that so easily for him, all while being able to mix him up completely at the same time.]

Perhaps, ah, somewhere else? Maybe with something to drink?

It sounds like a lot more than just sidetracked.

[Something about his voice and countenance has her concerned, now. There's been so much going on with him lately and she's felt absolutely powerless to help him. Mostly because he wouldn't let her. Now that they were here, she wanted him to let her in. Let her help, in whatever small way she could.

She leaned back to look at his face, brows drawn tightly together.]

Sure. I think I could use a drink anyway.

Well, yes, but for the sake of standing here in a stairwell, I was attempting to simplify.

[He looked down at her, seeing that expression that was both intriguing and a little terrifying. She wasn't going to let this go, was she?

Well, maybe that was for the best. They had to get this out, after all. But was now really the best time?]

Ah, I've got something up in my quarters. Shall we?

Lead the way.

[To think they'd both arrived here and were in the same proximity this whole time. And she almost thought she'd never see him again— but couldn't really think of it that way, could she? Not when she still had all the reason in the world to get home.

Gently, she clasped a hand around his arm again to stop him from heading up quite yet.]

Lucifer. Have you heard anything about Trixie?

[He'd been about to turn to head back up the stairs, but the hold stopped him. He turned to look back at her, confusion on his face for a moment until her question cleared it up.]

Your offspring? No, can't say as I have. I would have come looking for you sooner if I had.

[Chloe frowned and nodded, biting her lip as she drew back again. She hadn't exactly expected him to say yes, because she would've figured he'd take care of her in her stead, but it's still a disappointment regardless. Not that she necessarily wanted her to be here in this strange place — she wanted the exact opposite — but it's that not knowing that bothers her. The fact that Trixie could be here and her not even knowing like with Lucifer made her stomach churn.]

Yeah. That's what I thought. If you hear anything...

[She trailed off, letting him fill in the gap.]

Edited 2017-06-06 01:40 (UTC)

Look, love, if she's here, which I somewhat doubt, either she or someone else will have seen your little call to arms. There do seem to be some responsible persons around here. If she's here, she'll be brought to you.

[His free hand came down to pat hers on his arm, a small smile there.]

Though, I'm not certain what's worse; her being here or her being left with Maze and the Douche.

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