The Cape Rouge, Saturday Evening

Saturday, February 7th, 2026 08:07 pm
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - let's talk no i won't button i)
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Many people were having an exciting night out of dates and drinks and potential pratfals. Lucifer and Octavia? Well, they had only barely managed to wrangle their now-otterified partner back into the boat yesterday afternoon. They were tapped for the day.

Well, not so tapped that Lucifer hadn't been able to purchase a ridiculously fancy-looking portable wooden tub. It currently sat in the bedroom, filled with water and one very snuggly-looking otter.

But tapped enough that Octavia and Lucifer themselves were in the room, on the bed, sort of... watching the otter drift.

"I wonder if he's happy like that," Lucifer mused. "Duke seems like the sort who'd be happy like that."

[[ for her and for some method RP for the both of us ]]

The Cape Rouge, Friday morning

Friday, February 6th, 2026 10:49 am
betterthanaplan: (bartending)
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Duke had spent most of the week working on the boats, making sure they were weathering the cold well enough, and had managed to miss the drama of Wednesday's truth telling.

He felt a little bad for that, honestly, and now that he'd confirmed that everything was properly shipshape, he set about making himself at least feel a bit better by fussing around in the galley to make breakfast.

Waffles were an obvious choice, but instead this time Duke went with toutons, made in butter rather than pork fat, with molasses and apple butter to go with them. For protein, he soft-boiled some eggs. He had water boiling for coffee, and batter prepared for hot buttered rum if Lucifer decided he'd rather have that this morning.

The result? A steamy, spice-scented galley was waiting for his partners when they decided to join him.

[for the partners]
imafuturist: (working on my science)
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Tony had meant to do something nice for Steve after they got back from their class and all the snow involved in it. He'd really meant to. But instead he'd immediately gotten pulled into a project after a phone call from his R&D department back in New York, needing a solution before Pepper got an ulcer from the stress.

Which meant he went straight to the lab to work it out. And then that turned into tinkering with his dozens of other Stark Industries based projects in various states of completion.

And then from there, he was working on a version of the suit. Mark... look, the number wasn't important. The important thing was that he'd forgotten the original plan. Which he'd realize at some point, right?

[for the hubbie]

Liliana's Office, Thursday

Thursday, January 29th, 2026 02:01 am
deathsmajesty: Katie McGrath (Telephone - Texting)
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Liliana was scrolling through her phone, looking at warm places. Carnival in Argentina was very late this year, not until mid-February, which meant that while they certainly could go to their Argentine villa to celebrate Ignis' birthday, they could also choose to go somewhere else and visit the villa when Carnival proper was happening.

Wherever they went, however, Liliana was demanding that it be warm. None of this snow nonsense. She'd book them a trip to the Jund, first.
deathsmajesty: Katie McGrath (Lounging - Bed)
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Liliana woke up, looked out the window, and laughed at the very idea of going to work in this kind of weather. Absolutely not. Her existence as a shopkeep was on sufferance at the best of times, which this was not. Her job for today was to entreat Ignis to help her discover how many different warm beverages she could drink before dinner, and possibly to discover the minimum amount of clothing she could wear without being unduly bothered by the outside chill.

...Both of which she'd get to after sleeping a little while longer. Nothing about this weather made getting out of bed desirable.

Hmm, perhaps she had been too ambitious with those aforementioned jobs. A better idea might be to convince Ignis to come back to bed and stay there with her for the rest of the day...

Regardless of what she was doing, it wasn't going to involve leaving the house--unless they were portaling somewhere warmer instead.

[Establishy, but certainly open for texts, callers ridiculous enough to go out in the cold, and, of course, the gentleman so referenced!]

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