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Lucifer hadn't been back here since... everything.

And he wasn't really quite back here, yet. He just... wandered inside, past Tiny, and went behind the bar, and poured himself a drink. Drank it. Poured another one. Drank it. Poured a third.

Then he got behind the piano, and began to play. Dark, dramatic things. Perhaps a touch of Billie Eilish.

The Devil's Nest was open, though.

my_own_advocate

"All of our mixers have been replaced with what," Lucifer said slowly.

"Apple cider vinegar," Lucifer said loudly.

"Right, give me my phone back, I'm making a call to Gwyneth--" Lucifer yelled.

Argument concluded, Tiny walked up to the specials board and wrote down, sighing, No Cocktails Today - Beer Wine and Spirits 10 percent off.

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

"We should put a bed in the club."

Someone had gone on a bit of a bender last night. Purely to see how close to drunk he could get. But while Lucifer couldn't get a hangover, he could, in fact, stay up too late.

And so now he was sprawled in a booth, staring up at the ceiling.

Tiny shook his head and just kept sweeping the floor.

[[ open but slooow ]]

my_own_advocate

"A knight-themed party," Lucifer said dubiously. "Who on Earth would want to go back to the Middle Ages? Well, okay, fair, everyone was up for a few good rolls in the hay in a remarkable amount of positions, but also the rolls were, in fact, in hay, and-- are you ignoring me?"

Tiny looked down at his notepad and jotted down some notes.

"Honestly," Lucifer told him. "Just for that, I'm playing Top 40 tonight."

He stormed towards the stage.

my_own_advocate

"Why is there a statue of a penguin at the door?" Lucifer asked. "All the ice is gone."

Tiny shrugged, then padded up to the statue to light a little candle. He mumbled some words, though Lucifer couldn't hear them.

"Right," Lucifer said slowly. "Cult night? Not really what I'd call a crowd pleaser. I'll be over here with the cocktails."

He wrote that down on the specials' board while he was at it.

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

Lucifer, Octavia and Duke had come home from the Bahamas that morning. Lucifer himself had put off going to the club, hoping that whatever shenanigans had happened in his absence would disperse by the time he arrived in the evening.

But alas. It was not to be.

"Right," he sighed, eyeing the ice bar. "I suppose it's too much to ask that we at least get a sponsorship from a beer brand or something for this?"

Tiny shrugged.

"Well, might as well make it a theme," he said. "Right. I'm going to call someone about installing a designer ice luge."

[[ open! ]]

my_own_advocate

"I believe that's a fire hazard," Lucifer observed.

He and Tiny stared at the fireplace at the center of the club for a bit.

"And probably not in line with the building code."

Another short silence.

"It is soothing, though," Lucifer concluded, grudgingly. "Tiny? Get me a hot cocoa with rum, please."

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

"No madness today?" Lucifer checked.

Tiny shook his head.

"... Right," Lucifer said, and quite-- tentatively stepped into the club. "No madness."

He looked around.

"None?"

Tiny sighed.

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

"Does the island realize it's November?" Lucifer inquired.

He stood at the door, sipping a hot toddy, staring out into the massive, unrelenting burst of... Christmas... that seemed to have landed on their actual floor. Plush red carpeting. White fringes along the bar. Fairy lights everywhere. Delicate little snowflake pendants hanging from the rafters.

And pillows everywhere, still, of course, just now perfectly in theme.

Lucifer sighed, and took another sip. "Well, I'm not playing any Christmas classics for the next two weeks," he muttered, "But I suppose I can rustle up some songbook classics for the piano..."

[[ open! ]]

my_own_advocate

Lucifer had gotten used to all the pillows. He had gotten so used to it that upon entry, he took three steps, turned around, and let himself collapse on the impressive collection of them that had assembled on the floor.

"Tiny, help me think," he said, staring up at the ceiling. "What beverages, besides red wine, would go with the 'lay about and drink' vibe? I feel very strongly we should be able to profit from this."

Tiny made a thoughtful noise, and started writing some ideas on the specials board.

[[ open ]]

deathsmajesty

Turns out the coziness had spread to The Perk as well. There were still a few tables, but most of the furniture had been replaced? transformed? into cozy, comfortable options. Bean bag chairs, low couches and loveseats, floor pillows, even an overstuffed recliner were spread over the space. (The recliner wasn't her armchair playing tricks, she'd checked.) There were also blankets, fuzzy oversized hoodies, and cuddly sweaters for people to wrap themselves up in. Stacks of books and magazines were randomly placed, as well as a few cooperative board games, knitting and crocheting supplies.

Ignore The Haters. Drink What You Want
Half-off sale on:
* Pumpkin Spice Lattes
* Caramel Apple Ciders
* Hot Cocoa with Marshmallows or Non-Dairy Whipped Cream

Never one to deny herself an indulgence, Liliana was ensconced in one of those extra-comfy hoodies, curled up on a loveseat, reading a torrid romance novel and sipping a warm cider. The Perk would might go back to normal tomorrow, so she was enjoying the extra soft coze today.

[open]

my_own_advocate

DRINKS AND PILLOWS
NOW 50% OFF

The sign had just sort of... appeared out of nowhere. As had, apparently, the massive spread of pillows and mattresses across the Devil's Nest floor.

"Did you break into the Rouge and copy our pillow room, Tiny?" Lucifer demanded.

Tiny just hid deeper in his fort.

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

"Excellent choice of suit, Tiny!" Lucifer greeted the man, jovially and impressed, as he walked into the club.

He paused a few steps in. Looked over his shoulder. Looked at Tiny again.

"... Right, that won't do," he said, pacing back to him. "Here, let me get you the number of a good tailor..."

The Devil's Nest was open. And remarkably well-dressed.

my_own_advocate

Duke wasn't openly suffering anymore. In fact, he seemed like he was in an altogether good mood most of the time.

That was a great smokescreen for Lucifer to privately nurse his own complicated, hurt feelings about the whole thing. Frankly, there was only one thing better: an actual smoke screen.

Which was to say he'd purchased some fog machines in a wild impulse. The Devil's Nest was currently very atmospherically foggy, with clouds drifting around the stage while Lucifer plowed his way through some of The Cure's more recent material on the piano.

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

Lucifer was doing fine. Just fine. That date night had completely worked everything out of his system. Everything.

"I hate these curtains," he growled to the small cadre of interior designers following him around the club. "This shade of red is far too burgundy for my tastes. Can we have something less burgundy? But still burgundy?"

... at least he was keeping himself occupied?

Tiny just watched and sighed.

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

The Cotton Eyed-Joe situation could not continue. So early that Friday, Lucifer had put in a call to some contractors to just-- redo the entirety of the Nest's audio infrastructure.

He assumed it would take an hour, perhaps a touch more.

And yet, as he opened the Nest, they were still at it. Who knew they had that many audio cables laying around in this era of Bluetooth? And where? And why did it involve putting holes in the floor?

"I'm beginning to wonder if you are actually craftsmen, or just a set of gremlins in overalls," he muttered, as he settled at the bar.

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

"What on Earth--"

That was Lucifer, staring at the smoking remainder of the sound system - and the irritating earworm that wouldn't leave the bloody club. "This is your fault, surely."

Tiny looked apoplectic at the very thought.

"Right," Lucifer growled, shooting him an irritated look. "I'll just fix this myself, shall I?"

He stomped off to the piano. Soon, the bloody earworm was drowned out by the pleasant flow of piano-based versions of Rolling Stones songs. Perhaps if he drowned it out long enough, it would go away?

The Devil's Nest was open, and the Devil was playing.

my_own_advocate

"Protestors."

Beat.

"Protesting... what?"

Another pause.

"Noise pollution? It's a club in central Baltimore!"

Some days, being an owner of multiple clubs was a joy. Some days, it left Lucifer pacing up and down the Nest, ignoring Tiny as he barked his annoyance into a phone.

The club was open.

my_own_advocate

Someone wanted to rent the Baltimore club for an evening in a week or two. Lucifer had happily agreed.

Until he'd found out how much of a partyzilla this person was.

"I'm sorry, he wants how many crystal chandeliers?" he complained, wandering around the Devil's Nest with his phone glued to his ear. "Covered in what? Absolutely not! That's a health code violation if I've ever heard one, and not a fun o-- neon ombre? On my walls?"

It was a negotiation in motion.

[[ open ]]

lockestheway

They might not have been billionairs, but a succesful popstar and a world leader could drum up quite an impressive budget together. The community center itself was transformed, to such an extent you wouldn't recognize it when you entered.

Unlike the white wedding, the colors were pleasantly dark, soft blacks and dark blues dominating the floor, the ceiling, the walls. The lighting implied the ambiance of a sort of upper class rave, with pops of color penetrating the darkness, and tasteful flowering plants lining the walls.

There was a dusting of glitter, a gentle mix of red and white, that blew across the floors and reflected the light at strange angles. The food served at the tables in the far corner - tastefully separated from the rest of the room with dividers that mimicked some of Van Gogh's darker flower paintings - was the work of the Hegemony's own kitchen; fancy finger foods fit for world leaders.

There was a dance floor. There was an expensive DJ, flown in from Milan. Envy's wasn't the only music being played, but it was in heavy rotation.

Welcome, Fandom. Come get your free food.

[[ party open to everybody! ]]

whenshewasnice

Come Friday evening, there was practically a festival area in the park. On one side stood a line of various food trucks, serving ~~moddable~~ food and beverages, courtesy of Envy and Peter's wedding budget. On the other, there was a merch booth for anything and everything Envy you might want - at least in terms of apparel or physical records. There was also a little cordoned off media area to one side of the stage, holding members of the music press from around the multiverse, ready to live-tweet the show back into their worlds.

And then, of course, there was the stage, looming over everything, just a little bigger than what a show in a small town park strictly speaking needed. The back of the stage was already lit up with giant block letters of made up of a gazillion light bulbs, spelling out ENVY. Just in case anyone forgot who tonight was really all about. (Or needed a reminder about who to Google.)

The paint rain across the island was still going, so hope everyone was either cool with continuing to be dyed various colors, or had brought an umbrella or perhaps a big newspaper to shield themselves with. Either way, the hope was everyone enjoyed themselves.

[ooc: ~~Pls wait as I establish some subthreads in here!~~ Open, have at!]

my_own_advocate

It was... an extraordinarily ordinary night at the Nest.

Tiny wasn't doing anything weird. The specials were regular specials. And Lucifer was behind the piano, perhaps playing things in a bit of a more solemn mood.

But playing something, none the less.

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

"Cork," Lucifer said slowly. "We're back to cork as a medium."

Tiny did not dignify that with an answer. He was far too busy building his 1/20th size replica of the Cape Rouge on the bar counter.

"I suppose the choice of subject is almost touching," Lucifer sighed, before returning to the piano for a rendition of House of the Rising Sun.

The Devil's Nest was open.

betterthanaplan

Duke was feeling pretty okay, today. Sure, the pressure was already starting to build to let another trouble out, but it was still at that lingering, vague nausea stage where he could mostly ignore it and go about his day.

Not that most people were willing to let him do that.

"Have you seen the new wearable for people with chronic fatigue?" Ali asked him. "Maybe you need something like that!"

". . . I don't have chronic fatigue. I have a magical curse."

"Have you tried a FODMAP diet?" Greg asked. "My sister did that and it worked wonders for her food sensitivies."

"I don't have food sensitivities," Duke pointed out, exasperated. "I have a magical curse."

"Ooo, have you tried yoga?" Benny asked.

"Yeah, you're fired," said Duke.

Today's specials
~~Apricot kernels~~
~~Moon Juice~~
Not giving unsolicited advice, well-intentioned or not

Luke's was open.

okteiviakom

As Fandom was wont to do, it had grabbed Octavia and her partners at an unfortunate time. Nothing catastrophic, but awkward enough for Octavia in particular that she'd spent much of Saturday flinging messages and emails and calls around, because while long-standing experience said the island would return her where it'd found her come Monday morning, she really did need to be in Copenhagen and in her own time tomorrow. And if Fandom was going to fuck up those plans, she needed her people to be prepared with a plan B.

But most of that was settled, by now.

(Most.)

So Octavia had actually made it into town today, to grab a muffin and a coffee from the Perk, and then a seat by the window to people-watch.

... And look at her phone, too, sure. Although at least one of those times she did was so that she could send the guys a picture of the place. A little nostalgia hit, if you will.

[ooc: Open! With continued SP from me because whyyyy did I make Rl plans and get all tired this weekend why.]

okteiviakom

Tiny was looking for something tonight. Octavia watched him for a good chunk of time as he went around looking behind bottles and into most nooks and crannies he could find.

Ultimately, she had to ask, "Why would we have decks of playing cards behind the bar?"

The Devil's Nest was open. There were no cards.

[ooc: Open! May be slow as I try to shake off the last of this damned summer flu.]

my_own_advocate

"Why are the lights green?"

Lucifer yanked the remote control out of Tiny's hands and started jabbing the buttons. The lights remained green.

"Oh, for-- how am I supposed to set an atmosphere when the entire club now looks like a bathroom from a Danny Boyle movie?"

Tiny sighed. It really wasn't that bad.

[[ open ]]

betterthanaplan

Duke was in rare form today at the diner. He was in the magical between place where he didn't have an active trouble and he didn't feel like he might explode if he moved wrong.

What could he do but overdo it?

Today's specials
Thai red fish curry with noodles
Red mullet with jewelled rice
Smoked grape and kingfish crude and chervil

"No," Greg said, taking the grease pencil out of Duke's hand. "Three specials is plenty."

Luke's was open.

my_own_advocate

It had been a while since Lucifer had had the time or the presence of mind to sit behind the piano, but lo: that moment had arrived. He was, perhaps, a touch on the maudlin side this time, playing through some rock hits in very understated arrangements, but still.

He was there. There was music flowing through the Nest.

Occasionally, you could even hear him singing.

"All along the watchtower, princes kept the view..."

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

Every single bloody time they thought they had some equilibrium back, Duke had to cough up another trouble. And who knew what was still bouncing around in his body? What might pop up, unexpected?

... At least this time, it was mainly just annoying.

Lucifer had decided to be proactive about it. He'd gotten a printer, and a laminator, and he was currently making Tiny print and laminate a series of colourful signs with words on them. Like 'Want' and 'Food' and 'Wine' and 'Jeans'.

... It was probably best not to ask about that last one.

Either way, Lucifer was in his booth, supervising Tiny while he worked, and the Devil's Nest was open.

[[ opeeeen ]]

my_own_advocate

The Devil's Nest had been restored to its old self, and now Lucifer was left with some extra siding and... ideas.

"A bigger platform, perhaps?" he mused. "Enough space for a band? Or-- ooh, dancers?"

Oh boy.

The Devil was in and lounging around in the corner. The Nest was open.

my_own_advocate

Lucifer swept into the Devil's Nest at a reasonable hour on the Tuesday afternoon, and took one look at it, and--

"ERIC!"

He stared in horror.

"No," he bristled, staring at what Eric had made of it. "No. Tiny? You start taking those bloody things off the wall. I'm calling the emergency number."

The emergency interior decorator, yes. Who would arrive a little later into the evening with his arms full of fancy wallpaper and a rickshaw full of mahogany siding on the curb.

The Devil's Nest, however, was open. Just mind the decorating.

my_own_advocate

It was halfway through another go at the Great American Songbook that Lucifer realized that Tiny was... writing... something?

"What are you doing?" he demanded, rising from the piano to go check on him. "Are these-- music sheets?"

He pulled one out from under Tiny's nose, and-- "...You're doodling on them?" He looked up. "Is this Tino?" No, wait. "I don't want to know," he said. "Go stand in the corner."

The Devil's Nest was open, and Tiny was... in the corner.

my_own_advocate

The island was back to normal, and the Devil was in a good mood.

Enjoy those pretty piano covers of recent pop hits, folks! They were going to remain upbeat as long as Lucifer was, too.

Tiny was ready to serve you, or you could hang around and wait for the Devil to show an interest.

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

There might have been a party by Waffle House, the Devil's Nest was... remarkably calm in terms of its atmosphere. Gentle piano music played in the background - perhaps from a Devil if he was in, from the stereo if he happened not to be there for the moment - and the lights cast soothing tones of blue against the interiors.

Look, Lucifer didn't need - nor felt - the effects of sex pollen. He figured some might like to have the escape.

[[ open. mod tino or see if the devil's around if you'd like! ]]

my_own_advocate

'Twas almost the weekend, and the Devil was in a certain state of mind. So, he had Tiny dim the lights in the club even further - and bring in a few candles.

Sometimes you just had to set a mood.

His part in it was to sit behind the piano and play some of the great jazz classics. Perfect.

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

"Stop that."

Tiny looked up from his little corner of the bar and blinked.

Lucifer eyed him suspiciously. "I don't know what you're doing, but stop it."

Tiny sighed.

"No, don't play innocent, I've met you before," Lucifer said. "If I see a single sausage here, I swear--"

Tiny got up and disappeared into the backroom.

"The nerve of that man," Lucifer muttered.

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

'Twas a Tuesday, and the Devil was back at the Nest.

He... had done some sausage-related cleanup before he got behind the piano, yes. There were some things he hoped to spare Octavia from.

But now he was finally there, with newly cleaned hands, playing a song about raindrops. See? Balance had been restored to nature.

[[ open ]]

betterthanaplan

After a fair amount of cursing back on his boat, Duke decided that screw this island, he was going to go into work today, pony or not.

Look. Sometimes spite was more powerful than depression, okay?

"Wait," he said, as he trotted into the diner. "Why aren't any of you ponies?"

His -- human -- staff blinked at him.

"Are you really sure that's the question to be asking here, boss?" Ali asked.

Duke face-. . . hoofed and groaned.

"I hate everything."

Today's specials
Sprouted mung bean burgers

Luke's was open.

my_own_advocate

It was a Friday night, the lights were dim and atmospheric, and the Devil was behind the piano, playing some Sinatra.

A perfectly normal night at the Devil's Nest, in other words, marked only by the fact that there wasn't anything weird going on for a change.

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

"Tiny," Lucifer said, seconds after entering the club. "Birkenstocks? Really?"

He was wearing the very nice Louboutins Octavia got him for Christmas, and he didn't want to insult them by going anywhere near that void of style.

"Please go to the back and swap them out for literally anything else. Even Crocs, if you must."

Tiny did not.

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

Lucifer had rather drawn out his vacation longer than necessary, hadn't he?

Ah, well.

He was back at the piano tonight. Apparently he was in a mood for something smooth and light, as evidenced by the gentle classical music flowing through the venue tonight.

Perhaps he'd work his way up to something louder later. Or he'd join Tiny at the bar to serve customers. He'd see how things worked out.

[[ open ]]

heroic_jawline

Well, the ballroom was once again done up for a grand get-together with a distinctly winter and holidays theme: trees and greenery and candles and (non-sentient) ribbons on things. Because Tony didn't know how to not go overboard, there was one massively oversized tree and a brand new chandelier over the dance floor to continue with a wintry feel.

The trees were covering the normal rotation of wall art that kids sent to the Avengers, but the smaller trees around the ballroom had handmade ornaments sent from around the world and contained at least two depictions of Thor flying Santa around using his hammer. Because it was the holidays! Everyone wanted Thor to fly them around for the holidays, right?

There was holiday music in a variety of languages playing over the entirely too complicated sound system when the gremlin choir that Steve, at least, didn't remember inviting wasn't singing on the stage. The food was catered and abundant (though missing jelly doughnuts. After yesterday, Tony and Steve had declared themselves doughnuted out, however temporarily), your hosts were suitably attired, and there wasn't a bathtub filled with hooch to be found anywhere.

Welcome to the holiday party, everyone! Enjoy yourselves.

betterthanaplan

Duke had already had to maneuver around the giant jelly donut taking up way too much of the Rouge this morning. He'd escaped to work -- only to find another one taking up way too much of his dining room.

And his staff were all wearing berets for some reason.

"Might as well lean into it, right?" Greg said.

"Lean into what? And that's a terrible accent, what's it even supposed to be?"

"Ve are Franch! today!" Timmy crowed, flinging himself onto the donut. A cloud of powdered sugar took off into the air. "Ve vill seet around and drink coffees and talk pheelosopheee!"

Duke made several attempts to respond to that. But even without choking on the airborne sugar, he had nothing. All his many questions and exclamations just got backed up in his throat.

Today's specials
Sitting around on the giant donut and pretending to be French apparently
Don't ask, I don't get it either

Luke's was open.

my_own_advocate

It was a nice night at the Devil's Nest. The mistletoe was on the prowl. But narry a branch of it dared come near to Lucifer Morningstar at the piano.

Which was the way he liked it. Especially when he was playing.

It was a classic Christmas songs sort of an evening. The Christmas ornaments - bar the mistletoe - were classy to match.

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

At some point or another, early in the evening, Lucifer had bellowed something along the lines of oh stop, I will show you how it's truly done. He had stormed to the piano, and he had sat down.

And now the entire club was filled with the most dramatic piano styling of Carol of the Bells you could picture, growing in embellishment with every go-'round of Lucifer's fingers.

He would not stop until he blew every. single. singing device out of the club, thank you.

[[ open ]]

my_own_advocate

"I realize I've been away for some time, Tiny," Lucifer said, sweeping into the club with nary a hello. "But one, why is the entire bar covered in Mooby-themed Christmas decorations, and two, since when are you a Wikipedia editor?"

If anyone needed Lucifer, well, he'd be in his booth ordering classier Christmas ornaments.

[[ open ]]

okteiviakom

Octavia had been very adamant yesterday that Lucifer was not allowed to burn down the Devil's Nest, no matter how it may have looked like right now.

But she had to admit it was very different right now, when she walked in for whatever her shift was going to be like, and was faced with an onslaught of orange, sports on screen, and a lot more staff than she was used to (and in much skimpier clothing than she was used to - on Tiny, at least).

And that was before she saw the banner hanging over the bar, just as bright and garish as everything else:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OCTAVIA!!!

Octavia stared up at it.

"... I think that was two weeks ago."

The bar didn't care. Some of the waitresses had just spotted her, and now there some excited squealing with the gist of 'eeee the birthday girl is here!!' And no, they weren't going to care about such minor details as said birthday having been two weeks ago or no one having actually asked for this party, either.

[ooc: Random party is OPEN, of course.]

my_own_advocate

"I... I'm speechless."

The Devil's Nest sign had fallen. In its place: neon orange. Hooters.

Twin impulses warred within Lucifer: the impulse to yell, scream, set fire to the building, and the impulse to... go look inside and see about the staff's... style. Dazed, he wound up somewhere in the middle, shoving open the door with a bizarre mishmash of expressions on his face.

"Tiny," he said, sounding strangled, "Are you wearing booty shorts."

He was.

As were several seemingly-interchangeable new waiters and waitresses (and, he thought, squinting, at least one waiterex.)

"I don't," he said.

"Would you like some wings?" a waitress chirped. Past her, some kind of baseball game was playing. Lucifer didn't have the foggiest. Why would anyone on Earth watch baseball?

The 'light it on fire' impulse was winning.

[[ open ]]

betterthanaplan

It took Duke an embarrassingly long time to realize why the town seemed so quiet today. In his defense, it'd been a long time since he'd last taught a class and thus paid attention to things like the school vacations.

He wasn't complaining. The quiet suited him right now. It helped him keep what was so far a good day for him going. Which was why he was currently sprawled back on his hands on the sand to watch the waves rather than standing pensively.

He didn't even mind that the bottle at his side was full of birch beer and not something alcoholic. Progress!

[expecting one, but can be open should anyone else be on the island and looking for a nice low-key post!]

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