Hybrid Kingdom PSL

[no1likeme]

{ the “beach” episode }
for some more light-hearted/chaotic stuff happening at the hotel throughout the plot

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[sirenaic]

Hmmm. I suppose you could get a tour when it's closed. Wolf and I have a place above it. No harm in showing you around if you're just coming to visit friends, right?

(( Lucifer reaches into the pocket of his leather waistcoat to produce a single business card, which he hands to Conor. On it the logo and address (with phone number) of The Last Drop. ))

[comminuted]

[Oh... a treasure... Conor looks at the card for much longer than he needs just to absorb the information on it, as if he thinks the secrets of the universe might be hidden on its surface.]

It looks cool.

[Yes, just from the beflowered hangman's noose. Turns out there was a dark little weirdo inside of Conor even before he was snagged by Set, though that's probably not a surprise.]

My guardian's still going to take a lot of convincing, though. Is there another name I can call you when I tell him about you?

[sirenaic]

(( What is it about every iteration of his name that's so hard for humans? ))

Ben.

(( Helel ben Shachar. ))

[comminuted]

[Sorry, dude, but ain't no one gonna let Conor go visit Lucifer on his own. Especially not so soon after he's been sprung from a cult run by a deranged chaos god that once had ties with Satanism. Ben sounds much safer.

It reminds him of a song, too - he doesn't know what part of his swiss cheese memory it comes from, but it comes through strong enough that he starts humming it to himself.]

Do you know that song? [His pitch is good enough that it'll be recognizable, if Lucifer does know it. He even recalls lyrics so he can sing a verse or two... is this the first piece of memory he's had break through? It might be.]

[sirenaic]

I do know it.

(( It's too old for Conor to know. Maybe his parents listened to it before they got destroyed by all this? It might even be too old for them. Maybe it was their parents who left passed it down.

Well, whatever the case, it suddenly feels much less distasteful to use the of part of his name as his name. Helel ben Shachar, son of dawn. ))

How do you know that song, little prince? It predates you quite a bit.

such disrespect to the prince of darkness

[comminuted]

[Conor's eyes narrow in thought. He tries to follow the melody back through his thought processes in case something else might pop up along the way - Ben, secret friend, melody, high voice - but nothing comes to him. The train of thought just keeps looping back on itself.]

I - I don't know.

[He tries to shake it off, like shaking loose water droplets from his hair.]

From before, I guess.

Sorry, Satan. LUVUKISSES

[sirenaic]

Don't worry about it right now. If you do remember, you can tell me. Whenever that may be.

(( Lucifer gestures to the business card he handed Conor a moment ago. ))

That's my number on the back.

[comminuted]

Oh - let me put it in my phone right away.

[Not that he plans to lose his treasure the card, but he wants to make sure he can contact Lucifer no matter what. It's while he's entering the contact information that another scrap of memory surfaces:]

Did a girl sing it? ... two girls?

[sirenaic]

(( Lucifer cants his head to the side, somewhat birdlike, and then shakes his head. ))

No, I don't believe it was. A young boy sang it, not a whole lot younger than you.

(( But... Conor did arrive with some girls at the compound. Family, Lucifer assumed. ))

[comminuted]

[Two girls. Dark-haired, the way Conor would've been if he wasn't clinically short on melanin. Young, not much younger than him.

A piano? Electric keyboard?

His face screws up as if he's developed a sudden headache, and he pulls his knees back up to his chest. He knows them, and it hurts.]