WHO: Amilyn and Lucifer WHAT: Lucifer moves in WHEN: Day three WHERE: Room 46 RATING: Low STATUS: Complete
Lucifer had been standing on the beach, watching Charlotte Richard's body fall to the sand as the portal closed around the blade he'd just tossed through, the finality of his decisions now settling in like a heavy fog even as he couldn't think of beginning to process the last few minutes, the key to the flaming sword gripped tightly in his hand.
And then he really couldn't process them as he blinked, and his location had changed. Gone was the beach, the corpse, the detective, the key. In their place was … Canada? It took him a moment, but then Lucifer did what he would normally do in such a situation; pushed all those pesky feelings aside never to be brought up again. With a quick nod as if to assure himself he was up to whatever the hell this was, he entered room 46 with a smile already plastered to his face.
"Well hello there, Roomie," he greeted the woman already occupying the room, sizing up the situation. One double bed and a couch. "Which side of the bed is yours?" he asked her cheerfully. "I'm incredibly flexible."
Amilyn turned at the intrusion, surprise written across her face, though she didn't allow this man's presence to affect her in any really noticeable way. Rather, she tilted her head to the side and sized him up, in much the same way she might have looked at a member of her crew. Or Captain Dameron, more recently. A little dismissive, somewhat judgemental. "I bet you are," she said after a moment. "I prefer the right side."
She waited a moment. "I'm glad you're here. We seem to have a helium-filled latex problem in the bathroom."
Lucifer had no idea who the woman in front of him was, but he knew he liked her almost immediately as she seemed able to hold her own, a trait he valued immensely. The rest of his assessment was interrupted by her next sentence.
"Oh really?" he asked, brow quirking as he made his way to the bathroom. "Oh, these are just balloons," he mused. "How disappointing."
He pulled a balloon from the bathroom and found they were not infused with helium as expected, just packed in so tight one wouldn't know. He batted the balloon at his new roommate and said, "I fail to see how this is a problem?"
The day had taken on a bloody surreal tone and for now, Lucifer was content to just go along with it, pulling a few more balloons free and sending them in her direction as well.
"How are we expected to use the bathroom if we cannot get inside." A moment later, Amilyn had reached into her hair, which was a vibrant shade of lavender, and pulled out a hair pin. "Hold it just like that," she told him, and then she was poking at the balloon until it burst with a loud pop. "Now we have several more to deal with, so let's go." She removed a second pin from her hair and held it out to him.
"Boooooring!" Lucifer declared, refusing the pin. Instead, he just started scooping balloons out, faster than she could take hold of them and pop them. More than a few were directly batted at her head, if that's the way she wanted to play.
There were so many bloody balloons though, and even as he was clearing the bathroom out, some were finding their way back in. It was a process, a very distracting process at that, and Lucifer had to admire whoever it was that had been filled with the desire to see this project through.
"Well hello there," he said, spotting a towel that had been folded in a very particular manner. "So that's how your towels are hung? I like it." The grin on his face was genuine, though he guessed that this was just as much of a surprise as the balloons were.
Speaking of balloons, there were still some on the floor. "I'll take that pin now," Lucifer relented.
Truthfully, Amilyn was delighted that this man - whoever he was, apparently her roommate in this strange place she'd found herself in - was willing to pop these globes in any way, even if it isn't the way she suggested. She continued popping them herself, pausing only when he gestured to the towel.
Amilyn stared at it for a long moment as it had been shaped into a formation of a human male's sexual organ. "I wonder why they are folded into a human male's reproductive organ," she said. "The organ of a Chiss would be much more impressive if reproduced correctly." She moved her eyes over to him, smiling, then offered him her hair pin again.
"I'm Amilyn Holdo," she said after a moment.
Lucifer had no idea what a Chiss was, and he didn't ask. Instead he just lifted the towel up to make it more obscene for no other reason than he could. "Look, it's happy to see you Roomie."
Letting the towel fall limp once more, he was pleased to see a number of balloons had survived the slaughter, even as he joined in just so that the bathroom would be cleared at least. "Lucifer Morningstar," he offered. "This situation is quite odd isn't it?"
She tried not to let on how amused she was by his juvenile display, but she had always found sexual humor, in the right situation, a laugh. "I've been here for two cycles now and still haven't figured it out. Or did you mean simply the latex globes and towel art?"
"Two cycles?" Lucifer asked, perplexed, her statement jarring him back into reality. He stopped what he was doing, pin in hand, and looked at Amilyn. "What are we meant to figure out? Where are we, exactly?"
The distraction, it seemed, was now over.
Amilyn looked at him without any concern that what she said might have been unusual. "I don't know," she said after a moment. "And we are in a place called Schitt's Creek, I believe. At least, that's what I've been told."
"Amusing name," Lucifer replied. "But these circumstances are decidedly unamusing outside of the balloons. And the towel."
Maybe he was still a bit distracted.
"I wonder what the reasoning is behind either…" he mused. He'd not taken the opportunity to get acclimated with his new surroundings, besides choosing a room for himself and meeting his new roommate who happened to occupy that same room.
"I'm not certain you'll find anyone here who knows the answer to that," she told him. "I've received few answers since arriving here, though it seems most everyone just goes along with it."
"Why?!" Lucifer responded, the statement eliciting the strongest response from him yet. "Why would anyone just go along with suddenly being plopped down in the middle of an unfamiliar place?"
"Seeing as there is no way to leave and no explanation, what else do you expect someone to do? Wail and weep and lament our odd fortune?"
Lucifer merely cast Amilyn a sideways glance, considering her a moment before stepping out of the way so she could get to the now cleared bathroom. It was only in that moment that he noticed something was missing.
"Where's my ring?"
"You aren't wearing any rings," Amilyn said after a cursory glance at his hands.
"I see that," Lucifer replied, annoyed. "But I was… I never take it off."
Amilyn had a feeling arguing with him on this point was not going to get them anywhere. She began picking up all of the discarded pieces of latex on the floor. "If I see it, I'll be sure to tell you," she said.
Not yet realizing the gravity of the situation, and somewhat distracted trying to work out a logical explanation for its disappearance, Lucifer nodded. Maybe it was time to actually go through everything that was waiting for him at the hotel.
After all, he hadn't yet discovered the abysmal wardrobe awaiting him.