The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

As the doors to the club opened, Lucifer settled behind the piano. His opening number of the night was a familiar one - or rather, it would be, if your name had been Seivarden and you'd tripped over him on one particularly maudlin occasion.

He was counting a bit on no one else getting it, especially as he segued on to other modern piano pop later into the night.

"Bury me in armor when I'm dead and hit the ground, my nerves are poles... that unfroze... And if you love me, won't you let me know? If you love me, why'd you let me go?"

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Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

No insane heat, no clothing malfunctions, no overloaded pockets this week. Everything was totally normal.

Which in Fandom-adjusted terms meant that after the woodchucks began throwing things at her, she turned it into an exercise and encouraged them to throw more so she could try blocking the projectiles with the Force.

Yep. Totally normal.


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Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Right, so. New mayor. Who seemed more or less okay with Fandom's... Fandom-ness. And who also seemed interested in being a little more, well, hands-on than the previous mayor. That was a good sign. What wasn't a good sign was the fact that his day was starting off with a call from the Bee Lady.

"No," Liam sighed into the phone. "I really don't think- ma'am. They're bees, remember? They're not going to-"

Blink.

"She hung up on me."

That was a first.

The Perk | Friday Afternoon

[long_memory]

Silver was diving into the vast world of fancy coffee today. You couldn't drink rum all the time (sadly) and this was an excuse to get out of his apartment. He got an overly sweet mocha at the barista's insistence and sat down at a table where somebody left a copy of today's newspaper on. He didn't really understand most of what he was reading but he did come to the conclusion that the world was a mess. So, not all that different from the 18th century.

He took a sip of the mocha and made a face. It tasted like pure sugar.

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