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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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[Oh no...a mother? While Yuuri isn't a parent himself, he has people that he misses and worries about back home. He could only imagine how worried she must be if she's been separated from her kid.

His voice is soft when he replies.]

I haven't heard of anyone successfully returning home yet, but so far that's what they've been telling everyone who arrives through the portal.

[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.]

[ She's not quite sure how to react to this at first. Re-L has never been a mother, nor does she aspire to it or have the functions bodily to achieve it, but... the thought that someone is separated from their child thanks to this whole portal fiasco is mildly infuriating. For her, sh's separated from one man and two robots, and all of that doesn't seem to amount up to a child in the same, strictest of terms.

But, she does offer: ]

I know of a few who have gone home. Not sure how they managed to accomplish that, though, unfortunately.

[Well, it looks like the portal has tossed out a new batch of people. Bucky isn't a parent, but... well, he imagines it must be hard.]

Some people have gone home. I think it's all public record down at the city offices. The portal is a natural phenomenon on this moon; they can't exactly control it. [He gets being suspicious, he still has his own private reservations, but so far the people here have been generous and kind.]

Did they mention that when they can send you home, it'll be to the same point in time that you left?

[There's a quiet sigh on her end at that.]

That's what I thought. I know some of the new arrivals have been here longer than others, so it sounds like something they've been saying for awhile.

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?

[She hums thoughtfully, considering that for a moment before she replies.]

Really? Are you sure they actually went home, or is it possible they just... left?

I see. I'll have to take a look at those later, then.

[She's usually a pretty good judge of character, and even she has to admit that the people here don't come across as particularly devious or untrustworthy. She's just... in shock, perhaps. And maybe trying to convince herself this is all some crazy dream.]

No, they didn't tell me that. I didn't even think to ask something like that— how would that even be possible? They did say that I was brought here because I was feeling 'displaced', though, whatever that means.

For the most part, the city has been pretty transparent about things. [He hasn't gone down to read any of the public records himself but his roommate has.]

The one fault is that they don't volunteer certain information if you don't ask. They want people to stay, but they don't seem to force it. I don't know how much truth there is to the 'feeling displaced' theory, but practically speaking, we're here and there isn't much use in wondering why.

Your daughter won't even know you've been gone, though. I know it's hard to trust that promise, but I'm from an earlier point in the timeline than one of my friends here. He would have known if I had gone missing from our world.

Maybe not. But since they seem to want us to contribute somehow in the meantime, it's not unreasonable to ask why we were pulled into it in the first place. I'm all for practical solutions, but my head is admittedly swimming here trying to put it all together and figure out how this is even possible.

'An earlier point in the timeline'? So to your friend, you've been there the whole time even though none of it's happened to you yet? [That... is vaguely comforting, but she is indeed struggling to accept it. She sighs.] As much as I'd like to believe that, you'll have to excuse me for not relying on it. Magic portals and alternate... timelines aren't exactly normal where I'm from.

No, it's not unreasonable. I'm not saying you shouldn't question, I'm just telling you what I do know. [It had been pretty hard for him to wrap his head around too, a few months ago.]

Something like that, yeah. I haven't asked for details, I don't want to know too much about my future, but to him, I never went missing. It's not a definite confirmation, but it supports their promise. [A quiet snort.] Believe me, I get it. This is all weird.

I don't think your girl came with you.

[ Cain sounds pretty genuinely sympathetic to this. He doesn't have any children right now but he knows what it's like to be separated from your own and how nerve-wracking it must be when it sounds like this detdecker's child is still young. ]

As for the portal, I haven't heard anything yet but they've been pretty open about the functions of it and allowing people to study it for themselves.

Right. That's fair enough, and I appreciate the information. It's more than I knew a few minutes ago.

Weird is an understatement. The last thing I remember, I was sitting at home after leaving work, like any other day. Now I'm here with a bunch of other people who apparently got sent through a portal. I don't know what I'd do if someone I knew from home told me they were from the future.

Maybe not. I won't stop looking until I know for sure, though.

[She's only just recently got here, after all. Like hell she was just going to assume Trixie wasn't here without exhausting all her options.]

Someone else told me they keep records on people who've been sent back home, so I plan to look into that soon. I'm not exactly a scientist, much less an expert on magic portals, but it's good to hear they're not shutting us out.

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What does she look like?

I'm in the same position. Frankly, I'm tempted to become a scientist just to help out around here. I get the impression they aren't nearly as staffed as they'd like to be.

[There's a brief hesitation there, because she doesn't know this person at all. But she's also desperate, and he seems genuine enough.] She's a little over three feet. Dark hair and eyes, very sweet and full of energy. She's 8 years old. Wait —

[She reaches down to the small heart-shaped locket around her neck, fiddling with it until it opens. She presses it up to the screen, revealing a picture of her little girl.]

I wouldn't be surprised. If they're requesting our help while we're stuck here, it's likely they're short on manpower.

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Okay. I'll keep an eye out. You should probably alert the police you're looking for a child, or check the hospital. Just to cover the bases.

[ He's definitely genuine. Family is pretty serious business. ]

That, or they're pragmatic opportunists. Then again, one doesn't preclude the other.

Thanks. I'm already on it. The police definitely already know, considering I'm on the force.

Yeah, no kidding. It's why I'm not entirely convinced this was purely a freak accident, but they've been generous enough so far and seem willing to work with us.

You are? Huh. That's definitely a step ahead. Good.

No harm in that. Not to mention there could be someone who knows more than the next guy and it's not the entire organization working to ulterior ends. Still, I'm sure you'll do fine here.

Worked as a homicide detective back home, so I guess they found my skills useful.

That's something I thought of too. You can't have an organization without someone having more information than others. But I appreciate the vote of confidence, Mr...?

It's pretty nice that they let you prove your worth around here. Who needs resumes when they can just hire you on the spot?

Jacob Kane. You're... Detective Decker?

Which falls back to my earlier suspicion that they really need the extra pairs of hands.

Nice to meet you, Jacob. I was a detective before, but for now it's just Officer Decker. Chloe Decker.

No, that about sums it up. We as a community could probably do more too, but I'm still not quite sure if the average resident actually cares that much or if it's just the select few who are more get up 'n go.

You probably signed up for the account before you realized, huh? It's a pleasure, Chloe.

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?

Probably a mix of both, would be my guess. There's always going to be people who care more than others.

Call it a force of habit. I suppose I should take it as a good sign that they're not letting anyone try to solve murders. How long have you been here?

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