daft punk is playing at my house, my house.

[molotovmartinis]

WHO: New Year's Eve Demonic/Celestial Trollothon 2010 (tag in!)
WHAT: a hellish dinner party ( menu, for the lulz DON'T LAUGH AT ME I had fun looking all that shit up)
WHERE: the Counterweight building (the import center)
WHEN: backdated to New Year's Eve, 6:30 PM and onwards
WARNINGS: oh my god so much alcohol
SUMMARY: For the record, Balthazar

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AFTER DINNER COFFEE ETC.

[molotovmartinis]

M-more alcohol — NO, COFFEE — alcohol in coffee? — I swear to god I am not looking up any more — oh hey cocktails nooooo /closes window

LUCIFER RUINING EVERYTHING: NEWS AT 11

[abrotherlikeyou]

Everything was going so well- right until it started raining blood inside the room. Lucifer appeared on the surface to be as surprised (and peeved) as anybody, but somehow her white dress stayed completely immaculate.

[painhumbles]

Gabriel, at least, had the foresight to bring an umbrella. And spent the next several minutes looking at Lucifer like she was the biggest show-off ever.

"I made my point," he said, leaning back against his chair and twirling his umbrella, flinging droplets of blood obnoxiously on the rest of the guests. As much as he wanted to win, this wasn't about winning anymore.

...Okay, and he still had one more trick up his sleeve, but all in good time.

[abrotherlikeyou]

"I'm sure you did." Ignoring you, Gabriel.

The blood rain was starting to become acidic.

[painhumbles]

Look up. Back at Gabriel. The umbrella is now the thick metal door of some kind of bunker... Which does not protect him from the acid altogether, but buys him significantly more time before it starts eating at his flesh than the umbrella does- he doesn't want to have to heal an acid burn tonight.

"You're not gonna be happy until someone's dead, are you?" He deadpanned, shifting his shoulders a bit. There was probably something hilarious about a tiny archangel holding a heavy metal door over his head in a fancy room with random gods, and the messes of a dozen practical jokes scattered around, but Gabriel only found things funny when he wasn't one of the victims.

[abrotherlikeyou]

Lucifer was frankly surprised he was being such a whiner about this. Hadn't he tried to stretch his legs (or spread his wings) without trying to tear down the fabric of this world? It was shockingly easy to unfurl power wherever she pleased- she just hadn't chosen to really make an impact yet. That small confidence in her own untouchability was how she was able to stand there without an umbrella and remain dry, perfectly pristine, and unravaged by the acid.

"No," she said in a rare moment of almost self-awareness. "I'll be happy when everyone's dead."

[painhumbles]

Gabriel smirked at her- that expression way too knowing, way too devious to be anything good. True, he could do a lot more than what he was doing, but why ruin a good act when you have the grand finale at your disposal? All he had to do was play her game, make her really think she was having an effect on him, and then... Pull out the big guns.

"I thought you might say that," he said. He shifted, so that he was only holding that door over his head with one hand and tugged down the sleeve of his jacket with his teeth, revealing a newly created gash in his wrist he'd made a few minutes earlier.

"You taught me everything I know, Lucifer," he said, voice as devious as his expression. "You also taught me how to cheat."

He slammed a hand under the table where he'd drawn the bloody Enochian sigil moments before- it was a bitch tactic, but Lucifer was being a little bitch and deserved it. He wasn't having a repeat of the Elysion here. There was one thing he hated and that was rerunsThe room glowed briefly with intense white light and for a

[abrotherlikeyou]

It was, as it turned out, more than just a bitch tactic. More than any pansy Force choke, this bordered on a murder attempt- at least in practice. Lucifer was violently banished from the room in a screaming flare of white light before she had the chance to react or even register it, and it turned out that being banished hurt like a raging bitch mother. With all roads to Heaven and Hell cut off in this mutilated place, the world had nowhere to send her, so the fallen angel slammed against the barrier of reality at a hundred times the speed of light and lingered there like a fly caught in a bug-zapper, screaming in places no one could hear her until finallyfinallyfinally there was light, there was sound and reality and substance and mass and matter that she could sink her fingers in and hold onto

[painhumbles]

Gabriel would like to believe that there are a lot of things worse than that. Then again, he'd never had the opportunity to experience it- hell, he'd never had to use that spell until now. He only knew it, because it was one of those things etched into the brains of every angel. The names of all the prophets, every Enochian sigil, the names of every Rockette that ever worked in the business

[abrotherlikeyou]

Lucifer cracked her neck.

Gabriel went flying ten feet in the air, crashing messily into Balthazar's long table, which broke in half with the impact.

[painhumbles]

Don't mind Gabriel. That table was crying out to be broken by his body. He shook off debris and food from his clothes and sat in the middle of the wreckage with one eyebrow raised, nonplussed, which was an odd expression for someone who ought to have several broken bones and bruises he'd feel tomorrow, but he'd whine about the pain later.

"Glad you got that out of your system." He swatted whipped cream out of his hair and worked on getting the gravy off his jacket. "Now are we done?" This was accompanied by a sardonic headtilt. He didn't wait for a response before he stood up and started walking towards her with the intent to grab her by the arm and drag her out, forget the fact that there was no way his older brother was going to let him manhandle her like that. He'd be happier if she focused her attentions on him.

[abrotherlikeyou]

Lucifer seized his wrist and flipped him, slamming him to the ground on his back with a sickening crack and a thud that rattled the walls. In a smooth motion she let go and straightened up, the better to slam a foot into his chest and hold him down.

"Underestimating my reach again?" Mind-reading isn't cheating. It's just fun. "You should know better by now. You won't save anybody by provoking me."

When the Devil makes a threat, you'd best listen. She never says a word of violence without meaning every damn bit of it. The truth in her voice was far more chilling than the veneer of lies ever could be.

[painhumbles]

"Lucy, don't make a scene," Gabriel said, trying to sound melodramatically annoyed, but his voice was tinged with pain. He wrenched her foot off his chest, using all the strength he could muster, in an attempt to knock her off balance and then rolled out of her reach. His vessel's muscles were starting to protest- too much for him to start healing at once with that damn chip. One or both of them was going to exhaust themselves before this night was over. And one or both of them probably wouldn't have to worry about that

[abrotherlikeyou]

"Yeah," Lucifer drawled, slamming him down again but using actual force this time- not like the light bitch-slap of before, but most of her strength to put him down and keep him there. "I'm pretty sure it is."

Then, in front of everyone just to make a point, she jumped on him, grabbed a steak knife from Balthazar's table, and carved an Enochian banishing sigil into Gabriel's face faster than a human eye could reasonably track, ending it with a bloodied hand clamping over his nose and now-mutilated lips. The last thing he'd see before erupting in agonizing white light was her sadistic smile as she watched the inexorable pain take him.

[painhumbles]

There was almost no time to react. Angels process things much faster than humans- omniscience isn't about knowing everything, so much is it's about knowing things first. Gabriel's good, Lucifer's better, and there was no way for him to really register what was happening until it was already half-over.

There was, he decided, a fundamental reason why you don't carve banishing sigils into your own body, aside from the fact that it turns you into a divine bomb. Take the pain of a normal banishing, multiply it to infinity, and you still can't imagine the shock of being shaken completely from your vessel, bombarded against the walls of a universe that isn't yours like a sick, twisted version of celestial pinball and then smacking straight back into your vessel with a new scream of agony- the complete loss of most of your Grace. It would come back- that Gabriel knew for a fact, but right now he was in the middle of a desert somewhere- one that was probably nowhere near Truth or Consequences, curled up in a ball and almost wishing Lucifer

[abrotherlikeyou]

Gabriel's pain hadn't been lost on her. Connected as they still were, bound by that thin and long-eroding thread of celestial ties and angel radio that was distant to both of them (for different and varyingly self-imposed reasons), she felt the agony of his banishment, the slam-bang of his Grace burning from him only to be slingshotted back into his body from the sheer dysfunction of this universe, and sympathetic echoes of chip-pain ran lightly over her skin once or twice on a level too distant to really register as anything other than deeply buried and quickly ignored sympathy