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[chaos_magnet]

Hey. I'm just checking in on you. After, you know.

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You mean after our stay in the hospital?

I am used to nightmares here. The imprisonment was not entirely new either.

[chaos_magnet]

Being used to it and being alright are two different things, though.

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Perhaps.

No one would be all right with this.

But I am not hurt.

[chaos_magnet]

Nor should they. I'm really relieved to hear that, though. I, uh, I guess physically I'm unscathed, just not handling the mental portion so well. Or the sleeping, which is just the most ironic thing.

[ A beat. ]

If you need anything, you'll let me know?

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I will. Thank you for offering.

And the same in return.

[Diana pauses at that, but it does not seem enough. Not with what they've been through.]

Are you busy now?

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[stupetballs]

[Waverly has had a bit of cider. After time being out of sorts and disoriented from her ghost adventures, the warm bubbly feelings from the cider are a welcome change of pace. She knows that the feelings aren't real and she'll probably crash hard when it's over but for now she's enjoying the fluffy cloud of light she's currently floating on.

Which is why when she spots Diana in the crowd, she darts to her side with a bright smile.]

Diana! There you are.

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Here I am. [Diana agrees, softening when she sees the familiar face—a face she's seen far too little of lately.] You seem to be enjoying yourself—I hope?

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I'm feeling hunky dory.

[Which is a nice change of pace, even if it is Hell-induced. She holds up her mug of cider.]

I have a little help, but sometimes help is good.

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It did not take too much help, I hope?

[Diana offers a smile, softening the words. She's not here to judge—least of all now.]

You deserve a little peace and pleasure.

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No, no. Not too much at all.

[Though the Earps are drinkers so "too much" can tend to be a sliding scale.]

I think the peace is coming. Though I probably shouldn't say that because that might jinx it.

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I do not think you can jinx it. Not like that. It comes and it goes, but... we will enjoy it while it lasts?

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[chaos_magnet]

[ James hasn't gone AU yet and is making his Santa rounds. ]

Sssooo, Christmas is quickly approaching and I was wondering what you'd want?

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You don't have to get me anything. I've never celebrated Christmas.

[chaos_magnet]

All the more reason to celebrate now. I'm doing it because I want to.

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How do you usually celebrate? Gifts, obviously.

[chaos_magnet]

Uh, it kind of depends on whether or not you're religious and which you follow, but whenever my crew and I would celebrate, we would hang twinkly lights and sometimes a Tenenbaum. And we'd wrap the presents and set them underneath it.

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I suppose most cultures find excuses to give each other gifts. Generosity... is always a virtue.

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[There's so much to do still, and none of it is helped by the flashes of... Whatever else. Lucifer's been incredibly cagey about the phenomenon, but it's getting worse. Is this something to do with the plagues? Something left over from the "divine punishment"? As always, there are too many questions and nobody willing to give a straight answer.

It's this that Fitz ponders as he crosses paths with Diana, who's gone so bright that it makes him shrink back to give her more space in the hall.]

Whatever's happening to you is getting worse.

[That counts as a greeting, he hopes.]

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[It's been quite a while since Diana spoke with Fitz. Long enough to go from the halo to more and more scintillating light displays.

The most recent changes are old enough now that she takes a moment to realize what he means.

Then she frowns.]

So I've noticed.

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[The light is a lot for him, hitting in a way that makes him want to skitter off in the shadows to be free from it. It would be telling, if he could articulate it.]

You haven't been doing anything particularly untoward, have you? Nothing at the club?

[It would be just awful if she were becoming like those brazen women out there.]

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I have learned more than enough lessons about visiting that place. And no interest in experiencing it again.

[Diana says it with absolute sincerity and a touch of judgment.

Does he not know she'd disapprove of that?]

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[It's a judgment he shares, but people's tastes change over time. It wouldn't be the first time someone sensible grew addicted to that place.]

I wish more people would think about it that way. Might've done a world of good if they'd left that building a pile of ash.

[It's probably Lilith's doing. She's fond of that awful place, isn't she? She would be.]

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It would not be so bad if they cared deeply about consent.

[Diana sniffs. Other than that, how adults find their pleasure isn't her business.

But the consent thing is a dealbreaker.

And honestly, some of the things people get up to are weird.]

How are you? You seem... uncomfortable.

[odaystar]

To Whom It May Concern,

It has been years now since Hell has been redone and made even greater than ever before. And you, my prized guest, have made it twenty-four months in your journey towards redemption. I know that there have been bumps along the way and we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I do wish to show my gratitude. Together, we will all leave Hell one day.

I have handpicked gifts specifically for you to commemorate this anniversary. I do hope you enjoy them.

A mound of enchanted clay. Whatever she sculpts with it will possess animal-level cognition. Anything she makes will need to consume a Hell diet to remain alive, so flesh and tentacles, but might also become fiercely protective of her.

A picture of her and Steve Trevor together from the war

Two vouchers to get out of torture. They may be transferred to another party.

Yours,
Lucifer