10150/Cream with Your Demon

Cream with Your Demon
Date of Scene:	16 February 2022
Location:	Coffee of DOOM
Synopsis:	Satana and Monet catch up over coffee and chat.
Cast of Characters:	Monet St. Croix, Satana Hellstrom

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Monet St. Croix has posed:
It's been awhile since she saw her.. What were they? Well, whatever it was, M had reached out. They had one another's contact information after all. And it had been simple to setup a meeting. And.. Well.. How could one not be impressed by the decor that was the Latverian outpost? So Monet, waiting for her.. Social engageemnt to begin, was looking over the menu, having not bothered to turn on her phone.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     Satana does have a sweet tooth and a need to socialize. After dealing with the whining of mortals for this or that, Monet's more straight-foward means of communication is easier to digest. As are all the treats in the cabinet up front. And thus the succubus arrives, strolling in like she owns the place, like she owns every place. The confidence is radiating off of her as she sights her companion, "Monet! Fancy seeing you here," she says as if it's not all planned and scheduled. "However did you know?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would smile over at Satana, "I contacted you in advance." She would do her normal flat intonation. but still accmopanied by a small smile. "I'm glad that you could make it. It has been awhile. I do hope that you've been amusing yourself lately. Have you had anything amusing happen to you since this area of the city opened up?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     Satana laughs. Yep, Monet is still Monet. "Just making a few more friends, working on my nefarious tasks. Look at this sad thing!" she says, pulling out a small curve of metal, like a side of a Faberge egg, missing a few stones. "It was chomped by a demon while I was having a nice little flirt with ANOTHER demon!" she squeaks. Though who knows who was actually flirting in that scenario. "This is all that's left! So sad. What about you?" she asks, trying to focus, but seeing that snack case and getting tempted.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would tsk, "Such a waste o fsomething precious. Irreplacable. Of course, something along the lines of which was pursuing you would not appreciate such things. But one can appreciate the craftsmanship of it. I do hope that you left your attacker in worse shape. It would be so unfitting to have such a precious thing damaged without inflicting pain on the one who did it. And I have been busy. My studies keep me occupied and the consistent state of chaos within the city requires much of my attention. I am glad that those -annoying- extraplanar aggressors are dealt with."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Ugh, it was so painful to watch the horrible one chomp it. I nearly screamed, but there was a handsome gentleman nearby," the demoness says with a swoony sigh. "So I melted the offender." So casual. "The city should be easing up now, I'd imagine?" she asks. "Without those horrible angels around. Makes mobility around the city much easier," she says running her fingers up Monet's upper arm. "At least you were able to get out today to have a little fun," she says.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would smile, "As you should have. And I'm glad that things are coming back to normal for the city. At least until the next extinction level event. Those do seem to be a bit more common these days." She would muse. "And I'm glad that you escaped anything permanent from them and can enjoy yourself."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "There will be plenty of room in hell!" Satana says. "Well, after the next extinction events. New wings all the time! Better ones," she says firmly. "I swear I felt like my stupid brother was around lately, speaking of. I have yet to see the little shit," she says with a grumble. "But thank you. I'm just disappointed I didn't get a phone number from the fellow I ran into! He actually got in front of me to shoot at the nasty thing eating my jewels," she says, rolling the metal over her finger and slipping it into her pocket. "Most guys in such situations are not so bold. Regardless. Feeling like something tasty?" she asks, gesturing towards the counter.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would smile, "Yes. I hope that whomever it was you had an interesting tete a tete with. And I believe that last time you paid for our meal, so this one is on myself." Polite, not setting any boundaries upon it. But, she trusted the other woman in her own way and this wasn't business. J ust social.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Ohh, I love being treated," Satana says, stepping into line. She can be a bit patient as she looks at the available wares. "This was a good choice, by the way. The atmosphere is perfectly suited to our very intellectual conversations," she says. She's not often able to be just silly, what with how many encounters tend to be sex or violence-coded for her.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would smile, "Yes. Latveria is a rather unique realm and I find that it's efforts to attempt to offer a cuisine cultural exchange also in the form of a very well done propaganda establishment to be quite refreshingly direct. And please do order as you see fit."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "I haven't been. Maybe I should make a trip. I'd think their burial grounds would be a fun romp," she says. "And I'll have the toasted brie with pear, and then one of those apple cakes. And a black tea," she decides. She leans over to look, but stands back up as soon as she's done, looking behind her to see who's been checking her out in line when she does so.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would glance over at the menu, "I'll have a large chocolate flavored espresso and some snack cakes." Going to also order some of the small Latverian appetizer dishes. "Just do take care if you do go there. The country has a well earned reputation.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "I can always teleport out," Satana says, "Just easier some places than others." She watches as their food is prepared. "Maybe they'll win me over with their treats first," she teases, ready to grab her food and then whatever seat they see fit, regardless of if it's occupied.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would nod, "Of course. You would not go anywhere you did not believe you could deal with." She would smile. "Unless you were extremely bored." She would go over to follow after Satana as their orders were finished.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     Satana finds a table under a chandelier with two chairs, a nice intimate spot for a nibble, and great people watching. The people there seem to be just wrapping up, oddly enough! She merely has to wait a few seconds, and then slips into one of those chairs with her goodies. "That's true. And I do so often get bored," she says, a little whiny. "And then it's fun to make trouble."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would move to slide on down and sit back. "Yes it is. Particularly truoble when one has to improvise to get their way out of." She doesn't like improvisation,b ut she can get the intellectual thrill of it, particularly for one who bores easily. Looking amused.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Yessss," the succubus hisses. "A puzzle to solve! A problem to defeat, an army to grind into the ground!" she says, getting worked up. "Striking such fear into one's enemies that they dare not ever raise a hand to you," she says, nibbling on her cake first. "You know. Just girl things."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would go to lean back over and smile, "Yes. Everything is meant to be a pursuit for improvement. Or entertainment. And you can take care of yourself.. And are adept enough at evading the consequences." Such faith!

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Oh yes. YES," Satana says, a crumb of the cake on her glossy red lip. She dabs it with a finger and licks it. "I get better every day. Continual improvement. And... well, sometimes there are consequences," she does admit. "But we survive them. We thrive in our way, don't we? How's your coffee?" she asks.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would go to take a sip of her coffee, "Exquisite. Unique. I'm sure that they have unique ways of blending it and of growing it that they ship here to the states and do not care for the expense." She would take another sip appreciatively.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "I take it you're quite a fan of caffeinated beverages?" the succubus asks. "Coffee in particular. It is fun to try, though I find tea can have more mystical properties. But I love all the goodies that go with each," she says. "All the herbs and spices and the little cups! The preparation is fun under the right circumstances. Or a full moon, sky clad and near a bonfire," she says. "But this place is nice, too."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shrug, "They do litlte for me but I can appreciate the taste and the way that they are grown and prepared. When made well they can be quite exotic and have unique flavorings to thm which can be indulgent." She would nod at Satana, "Yes, I have only been to a tea house a few times since I came to this city. I unfortunately do not have the time often and such things cannot be rushed and must be properly appreciated and the rituals of partaking engaged in."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "There's something else to do another time, hm? A tea house. Maybe after hours, depending on what I can cook up," the succubus says. "Anyway. So with all of your studying and training, what's the goal, there? YOU do seem to be a very busy lady," she says, leaning back in her chair, red eyes intense as always. "Self-improvement forever?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shrug, "I wish to.. Attain a higher standing than I have. I have.. Always lived in a construct that others have defined me within, that I have been limited to. I wish for my own.. Satisfaction do something because I wish and for my own sake."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Certainly, it's great to be able to do as you please," the succubus says, her cake getting smaller and smaller as their conversation progresses. "Though I'm not sure what your standing is now, and where you'd like to get? Ruler of a small country, perhaps?" she smiles. Hey, reach for the stars and all that.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would grin, "I've found that ruling comes with a great deal of bureaucracy. Delegation. Management. It is hardly worth the time and effort. And I wish to in time join one of those teams of do-gooders that I'm sure you find irritating on occasion."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "I'm sure you all occasionally think your reasoning for thwarting me is justified. I don't mind losing on occasion. Winning all the time is its own kind of hell. You need a little salt sometimes to enjoy the sweet," she purrs, fluffing her hair. For a moment, one might glimpse the faintest outline of horns, curled like a ram's and framing her features, but then it's gone.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would observe them, seeming to not be phased, "Yes, and there will be little.. Overlap in agency for what I believe we would primaril clash against. I may from time to time see about leaving you leftovers from it hwoever." Shew uold lean back, "And where is life if all things are successflu, as you stated?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "I do love leftovers. I hate to waste," the succubus says. How ecological of her! "For me, if all things are successful... a realm of my own, unsullied by my father or brother, where the underworld is a wild place of drink and partying and freedom- as much as can be done in hell. Not all sins are equal, of course, and not all souls deserve to burn. Some just need a good time."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would laugh, "I see. And I believe that of course you would decide which ones were permitted to indulge themselvs and which would be thrlals or made purely to suffer for amusement?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "There's a rubric," she says. "A weight, in some cases. Anubis really had the right idea, the weighing of one's heart. It all adds up, in the end. Too heavy and and off to the suffering. But there's a gap between heaven and hell that's just... purgatory, and it's SO boring," she moans.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would click her tongue, "I see. Given recent events and the behavior by the so-called angels, one might almost think that the gap was not quite so far as it is popularly interpreted. However I find that such a binary seems quite boring."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Isn't it? No nuance whatsoever," she says. And with that, her food seems to be gone. She's been nibbling away. "But my dream will be better."'

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would nod, "Well.. I'm sure that someone as creative and with a work ethic like your own would manage to find some way." It was like the two were.. Freinds, perhaps.