IC Inbox for caldera

[youknowwhothisis]

"Hey-hey! How are ya? What can I do for you?
...Which is what I'd say if I were here, but sadly I'mmm not."


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merry crisis

[wildwarden]

( Don't make me think hard about how she knew where he lived or whatever. One way or another, Lulu is going to receive a box full of carnelian and a miniature (real) sunflower in a bottle. All accompanied by a decent drawing of Night Sky kissing Lulu's cheek. )

[youknowwhothisis]

[Intuition. Let's go with that. But the gift is a surprise, and he finds the stones rather pretty, like pieces taken from a warm and cozy campfire, and the bottled bloom was really cute. Just a little guy. He made a note to himself to put together a nice lined box to keep the carnelian in... and a frame for the drawing.

His eyes were dry for the effort.

...Except he is the Prince of Lies, and that was yet another one.]

Text @gadriel BLAME THE INQUISITOR FOR THIS i just could not resist the timing

[thecodexabides]

I have left a
box of chocolates


for you.

Please accept them.

@unproducktive

[youknowwhothisis]

Uh

Okay, sure.

Are you making a pass at me??

[thecodexabides]

[A VERY long delay before a reply.]

do you want me to be?

@warden

[wildwarden]

GUESS WHAT!

@seducktive

[youknowwhothisis]

...Uhhhh...

Welp, couldn't think of a punchline! You got me. What's up?

[wildwarden]

I got something I want to show you.

Are you at the treehouse?

@glowbug

[invigorates]

Lulu. I apologize for not contacting you sooner, but as I am sure you are aware, things have been quite tumultuous.

Our time spent upon that dreadful island was trying for us all, and I wanted to reach out to assure you are... well. Or as well as one can be after such an experience, including what we just endured during Triton's assault.

@seducktive

[youknowwhothisis]

Glowbuuug! Good to hear you're holding up enough to send a buzz. What a crazy time on that island, huh?

Triton's assault was a real gas, too- I died, but I got better. Crazy how that kind of thing works here. Who needs a bucket list, am I right?!

[Oh, he's just dandy.]

[invigorates]

( A pause. When she speaks again, it's with a very distinct lilt of concern. )

You... you perished? Are you all right? Do you need anything? I — I had no idea. I am sorry.

me again; text, from like three rooms away.

[wildwarden]

You haven't seen Connor have you?

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[youknowwhothisis]

Not since the other day, no. Want me to call him?

[wildwarden]

No. I already tried.

( she had hoped, perhaps stupidly, that Hank's sudden mood drop, the lack of any physical sign of Connor, and the fact that she couldn't even get the bird device to connect, were all just unfortunate coincidences. )

I think he's gone.

text @glowbug

[invigorates]

I hope you are doing well since the incident at the palace. And I apologize for not checking in on you sooner.

text

[youknowwhothisis]

Doing fantastic! The tingles finally stopped and I'm practically swing dancing in the living room!




It'd be somewhere else, but I've been "grounded".

[invigorates]

Is that a joke, or are you truly unable to leave your home?

Regardless, you should continue resting. Is there anything you need tended to or fetched in town?

Physical Letter (Backdated to December 8, 2025)

[lonelysmiles]

Rather than a text or audio message, a physical letter with a red wax seal could be found slipped under the front door of Lucifer's shared home. Inside, was a note written in dark red ink:

Lucifer,

A brief trip back to Hell has made me realize that I owe you an apology.

As with your current paramour, if you're willing to talk, I shall let you choose the time and location. While I will not be bringing anyone with me, you are free to bring whomever you wish.

Sincerely,
Alastor

[youknowwhothisis]

[Weird. A 'trip back'? So he went home for a bit, then returned. Sometimes Visitors did that, and time would continue. ...What would he need to apologize for...?

Sigh. Fine.

Under the cover of nightfall, within that apothecary he knew the guy owned, a ring of gold light snapped into being with a soft chime, a doorway into deepest woods. Lucifer would be waiting, seated upon a stump and idly sending off small glamours of colored lights with the flick of a wrist. It's nice to have magic, especially when you have a tendency to fidget.]

[lonelysmiles]

[Well. This is a bit of a surprise.]

[Alastor puts on his coat and heads through the portal, half-expecting it to close behind him and leave him lost in the woods. Or at least attempt to. He's fairly certain he knows where this is from his foraging and hunting trips.]

Good evening.

[He stops a short distance away from Lucifer, waiting to see what Lucifer would do next.]

Gift delivery!

[guidingnight]

( a basket with a bottle of golden liquid, along with a bushel of golden apples has been delivered to the treehouse with Lulu's name on it. )

Dear Lulu,

I am told this is a season for giving. I had hoped to offer this as a wedding gift, but the proper reagents were not yet within my reach.

This is ambrosia, the nectar of the gods. I would suggest sharing it with your wife.

May it serve you both well.

- Melinoë, princess of the underworld.

Gift delivery!

[invigorates]

Wishing you all the best this holiday season. Do come and visit sometime, dear. Astarion and I do miss your company.

Yours,
Lioriley.

( The letter is left with a decanter of top shelf whiskey straight from the winery, and a box of fresh basked red velvet cookies in the shape of hearts. )

Gift Delivery

[needsexcitement]

[This is one of two boxes left on Lucifer's doorstep, the other being labeled for Night Sky.]

Happy Hearth's Warming Eve and a merry Season of Light, Lulu!

Yours,
Cadence

[Inside Lucifer's box is a white quartz crystal about the size of a paperweight shaped like Lucifer's Alicorn form. It looks lovely on its own but the tilt of its head suggests that it's part of a two-piece set with Alicorn Lulu nuzzling something.]

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[lost_and_foundry]

Lulu's gift from Barcus arrives at the Treehouse the same time as Night Sky's. Within a white basket of braided grass there is a box of shortbread cookies and a tin of high quality cocoa.

There is also what appears to be a large white duckling carved out of chalcedony. The top can be lifted off, revealing a second, rose-pink duck within it, probably made of rose quartz. Like a matryoshka doll, the rose duck can be opened and there's a gold egg within it, with a wind up key in the bottom.

Turning the key causes the egg to split neatly and the head of a third, yellow, duckling pops up from the lower half, makes a peeping noise, and then retreats again.

There is a note attached from Barcus: I suppose you could have made these yourself, but the fact remains that I got to it first, so there. Have a happy holiday, and I insist you join me in the Workshop some time in the coming year for a collaborative effort.

Love, Barcus

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY DWEEB [action]

[wildwarden]

Night Sky, because she was obnoxious, waited until Lucifer was out doing... whatever he was doing. Checking on the circus, annoying one of his other friends, being generally delightful around Caldera. Whatever the case, he was busy, and thus... so was she.

Not far from the treehouse, in a small meadow she had taken the liberty of clearing — free from snow and biting cold winds that, mercifully, seemed to be letting up later into the month — she had set up a small campsite. Not her usual, fairly bare bones affair, but something dramatic. A tent with a wide open front, the inside covered in red, white and pink blankets and heart shaped pillows. The fire burned bright in the center of the clearing, and a small feast was laid out beside it on a red and white checkered picnic blanket. Chocolate covered strawberries, those cute little fruit sandwiches with cream, sparkling pink champagne. She was not even in the realm of fucking around. She had even strung up fairy lights around the area, bathing them in a soft glow of rose gold.

She stood beside the display, bleeding gold onto the ground as she drew his symbol into a clear patch of dirt.

"I call upon you, Lucifer, the Morningstar. Take my blood as offering, and my body when you arrive." She said, perhaps unnecessarily.