Time for some good music and poor life choices.

[thanks_satan]

WHO: Laura, Inanna, Lucifer, anyone else attracted by a torrent of purple sparkles.
WHERE: The Church of the Morning Star, right out front
WHEN: May 14th, as the Evening Star shines bright above the balmy horizons
WHAT: purple sparkles. so many purple sparkles. why this? how this?
WARNINGS: Satan vs thirsty teens, mentions of drug use


[ It does seem to be coming from Venus in the West, fight a shimmer, and then a cloud of dancing lights is descending towards the Church of the Morning Star. They seem to be gathering into two human-like forms as they descend to the front steps. The figures land holding hands, and as the lights dim, it's two teenagers: a girl dressed casually and a man wearing a silky purple ruffle number with a neckline going below his navel.

Nice. ]

Comments

[purple_reign]

[It's a very tasteful outfit. You know, as far as outfits with necklines that disappear into pants go.]

You'll let me know if you decide to turn this into a ménage à trois, won't you?

[thanks_satan]

We will absolutely not sleep with anyone but you. Promise.

[purple_reign]

You're a dear.

[thanks_satan]

Uh-huh. Think you can keep yourself entertained for a while?

[purple_reign]

Do you think there's even a remote chance that I won't be able to find some new friends to have fun with?

[thanks_satan]

Yeah, I'm not worried.

[purple_reign]

Don't worry about me. Just give me a call when you're ready to be picked up.

[itistolaugh]

[ Harley thought her sleek cherry-red former-druglord-mobile was a sweet ride, but NOBODY TOLD HER SPARKLES WAS AN OPTION.

WHY DOESN'T SHE HAVE SPARKLE TRAVEL?

THERE IS NO JUSTICE IN THIS WORLD. ]

So pretty!

[thanks_satan]

Uh-huh.

[itistolaugh]

But you're kinda way off-schedule for a service, unless you just came down to, like ... hang out?

Or fight.

Would not recommend that last thing though.

[thanks_satan]

Oh, yeah, just here to hang out.

[itistolaugh]

[ She seems a little young to party with the devil, but, well, his brand IS kind of youth focused, and it's not like Harley is this girl's mom. #YOLO it up, kid. Harley makes a mental note to sass Lucifer about it later. ]

His door is always open. ... Well, it's closed right now. But I think it's unlocked!

[thanks_satan]

[ NO ONE CAN KEEP LAURA FROM PARTYING WITH SATAN. ESPECIALLY NOT HER MOM. ]


So we let ourselves in?

[itistolaugh]

That's what I do. But then again, I'm super bad at boundaries.

[purple_reign]

[Inanna waves cheerily, sending a gust of stardust her way.]

Thank you! I'm quite fond of it myself.

[itistolaugh]

That's yours? Ohmigod, I'm jealous. Do you know Mabel Pines because she absolutely needs to see this.

[purple_reign]

I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure yet, but I always love meeting new people.

[itistolaugh]

You'll meet her soon enough. She's [ What's the word for devious little shits always getting into trouble but in a fun way? Oh right. ] precocious.

[purple_reign]

She sounds lovely already.

[angelfire]

[ It'd be difficult to miss Inanna's teleporting even if he didn't have a strong sense of power in the vicinity of his church, and more warding pasted on the walls and street corners around them than was strictly necessary. Lots of warding, all performing different tasks.

He emerged, a moment or two after Inanna left again, folding his arms behind himself as he came down the stairs. ]

You were both welcome, of course, but perhaps another time. How have you settled in?

[thanks_satan]

[ One can only hope this means that Inanna will sparkle the magical equivalent of a sliding glass door some time in the future. Because that would be amazing. ]

I'm catching up. Kkkind of wish I had payed more attention to the Cold War in history? But not really.


This place is amazing.

[angelfire]

It would only really matter if your Cold War had involved superpowers, which mine didn't. I'm not sure I believe that Russian aggression could speed up the development of hover technology, all things considered, but...

[ Logic and reality. Really. He smiles, and angles his head up to look at the church, which is well lit at night, shining like a white beacon. The blueish white hint of his runework is visible, too, on every column. ]

Well. Shall we go inside, or are you a long walk on the beach kind of girl?

[thanks_satan]

[ Laura assumes that these are all for #aesthetic reasons. Probably. ]


I'll take the tour, if you're offering.

[angelfire]

[ Good plan. Just don't try and hit him, or teleport out from inside, or something like that--all those things are a little bit futzy, under the warding of the church.

Unless you're him, obviously.

He shows the way up the steps, underneath the huge white cross suspended above them. It is a Christian church, irregardless of who's spearheading it. There's two huge doors inside the atrium, pulled open to expose the main part of the church: all pews under a slanted roof, one side slatted with white wooden beams tilted at a thirty degree angle that spiral in and descent artistically under the steps of the lectern. There's a stained glass picture window - dark - at the far end, and stained glass windows between the white columns that slice their way up the left hand wall.

Lucifer gives her a moment to take it in. ] I only speak here once a week if I have the time, I'm busy otherwise. Lots to do when you're me.

[thanks_satan]

Holy shit!


[ AND TAKE IT IN SHE WILL. Girl is beelining for the glass. This is a very tasteful and classy satanic megachurch you've got here. ]


Oh, this is way, way cooler than Valhalla. Does it sell out?