alwaysonguard

The call from their meth dealing mark came in on Saturday, so Steve and Danny didn't have to fly with all of their baggage crashing around them.

They'd taken a portal back to Honolulu and then the Cessna they'd commandeered over to Turtle Island to meet Dae Won, who'd then packed the cargo area full of meth.

Steve reminded himself not to kill this guy immediately because they needed his contact on O'ahu, too.

He'd slid into the pilot seat, put on his sunglasses, and taken himself, Danny, and Dae Won into the sky, heading back for O'ahu.

The small talk was excruciating for the first part of their hour-long flight, even with their covers as people who didn't care about drug shipments, and Steve was almost excited to see another aircraft coming up behind them. Maybe it'd be the Coast Guard. He didn't care who got the credit for the bust, as long as the drugs stopped coming in.

"You expecting company?" he asked Dae Won idly.

[OOC: Warning for incoming character injury. Taken from episode 6.25]

deathsmajesty

It had taken ~~her steward~~ a week to set up her office to her specifications, but now it was once more an ode to coziness and comfort once again. She currently had a kettle going for tea, while she curled up on her chaise to go over her notes for next week's class.

And maybe nap. The arrival of baggage had lasted well into the night. Rude. What Liliana lacked in different baggage, ~~her psyche~~ the island had decided to make up in amount of it.

gospel_of_oblivion

It was a nice enough night, and Illyana had Baggage, and, well, it was time for one of her favorite traditions from her high school days --

Yeeting baggage off a roof!

She already had her wireless speakers blasting some of her favorite tunes, an entire punch bowl of Moscow Mule that she had mixed-up, more vodka in a cooler, a lawn chair, and an truly impressive array of portals spaced apart off the roof.

Yana grabbed a backpack with the number '55' on it, and whooping at the top of her lungs, spun around to throw it as far as she could, before shifting a portal over slightly to catch it.

"Three points," she decided, leaning over to write her score in her therapy journal. "Nice. I'll take it."

...was this what Doc Sampson meant her to use the journal for? Unclear. But this was today's journal therapy anyway.

[OOC: OPEN! COME DITCH YOUR BAGGAGE!]

grenadesandohana

Steve had woken up this morning being squashed under a military-issue duffel bag with "NAVY OBLIGATIONS" stenciled neatly on the side, tripped over a matching one labeled "BULLFROG" and careened into "FREDDY," and fell onto "AFGHANISTAN."

"Fucking fuck," he muttered from the ground. "Danny?"

heroic_jawline

Steve was trying to get out the door for his classes today, truly he was. Every time he turned around, though, he was blocked by duffel bags labeled "HOWLING COMMANDOS" or neat, compact and heavy hatboxes with "PEGGY" and "SHARON" on them. The suitcases labeled "BUCKY", "BUCKY (OTHER)," and "BUCKY (OTHER OTHER)" had already been shoved against the wall with some super-strength and he honestly wasn't sure if the giant safe labeled "NEVER ENOUGH" that was blocking the elevator belonged to him or to Tony, but either way, it wasn't moving.

So he'd retreated to the kitchen and the comfort of reheated bagels from New York and ignoring the "FOOD INSECURITY" box blocking his way to the pantry.

It was gonna be a day. He could tell.

mustbeawitch

Lydia had to admit she had rather hoped the bags would not follow once they left the island, and thus had been rather excited to set out for this week's Supper Club destination. She might even have been *gasp* unfashionably early.

Unfortunately, here she was outside a ramen shop, surrounded by a pile of trunks and reticules and such with things like WICKED and VAIN and SILLY printed all over them. She didn't know why the bags were just declaring all her traits to the world, but it was rather awkward, practically speaking.

At least she was going to get to try some Japanese food that was cooked, this week. She still wasn't onboard with sushi, it seemed.

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone!

heroic_jawline

Steve stared at his reflection in the mirror, running his hand over his now beardless jaw.

"Feels weird," he muttered, walking out of the bathroom and reaching for the jacket of his dress uniform. His eyes went across all of the ribbons, making certain none of them were out of place or crooked, then pulled it on and gave his reflection one final look.

"Tony?" he called out. "I'm heading to Arlington."

Now that he wasn't a wanted felon he was back on the speakers circuit for Memorial Day. He'd resent it, but he had too many friends to visit in that cemetery. Making nice with Ross for a half hour was nothing compared to their sacrifices.

grenadesandohana

Nahele's friend had overdosed on fentanyl-laced crystal meth, making him the 11th victim of the same drug cocktail in the last two weeks.

Steve had promised Nahele he'd never let anyone hurt him, and that had been a promise he'd also made to the entire state when he'd put on the badge. Five-O had chased down a few leads yesterday and O'ahu was small enough for him to realize pretty quickly that the drugs had to be being brought onto the island. (They knew most of the big players and none of them were making product like this.)

And so now Steve was working on the engine of a small airplane, the top part of the flight suit tied around his waist to expose his undershirt because it was hot as hell, waiting for the contact to...well, make contact.

[OOC: For the much aggrieved partner, and all the SP.]

grenadesandohana

Steve was sitting out on the beach with a huge bottle of water, recovering from the triathlon that morning. His eyes were mostly closed, but every now and then they opened to check his phone. Nahele had promised to be there at the finish line, but he hadn't been, and--more unlike him--he hadn't called or texted to explain where he was.

Steve was giving him another half hour, and then he was going to start calling in favors from HPD to check on the kid.

[OOC: for that partner and then plotty goodness from season 6.]

hasaknightjob

Steven and Llewellyn had gone for a hike on Hicks Lake Loop, taking longer than the suggested time since they'd brought a picnic with them to enjoy along the way.

Once done, they headed back to their hotel room. There Steven had arranged for a fruit platter and flowers to be waiting.

Yes, their anniversary had been yesterday. But that didn't mean they were limited to celebrating on that day. After all, here they were taking the entire weekend.

"I rather enjoyed that," Steven said as they came into the room. "Our hike."

He figured Llewellyn could notice the gifts in his own time.

[for the beau]

pocketpretzels

It was their anniversary- well, of a sort, the anniversary of their first meeting- and so Watts and Steven had decided to celebrate in style, with an outing to the symphony followed by dinner tonight, and a weekend trip away that they would leave for tomorrow.

The concert had been wonderful, and afterwards Watts had walked Steven to a little Korean vegan restaurant a few blocks away.

"I wish I could try a little of everything," Watts admitted, looking the menu over.

my_own_advocate

Right. Lucifer considered himself again in the walk-in mirror. Was his bow-tie properly tied? The rest of the white tux was immaculate, but the tie...

Look, he'd managed to finally come out of hiding on the Rouge a few days ago. He'd spoken to miss Lopez, and discovered almost no time had passed. Which had come in handy for when Linda had come over to yell at him about how hard it was to find an elementary school for a child that was only a year old on paper. And then... time had gone on.

Amenadiel had yelled at him again, but he'd ignored that.

No, if they were going to be in Los Angeles, he was... going to try and take his mind off of the whole God mess. No one needed him self-actualizing anything else in a panic, right? So he'd arranged something special for tonight. A visit to the only magician's club in all the world...

"Now if only I could get this bloody bowtie right," he muttered, as he gave up, and finally stepped out of the walk-in, back into the apartment.

[[ for them, and based on Lucifer season 6 episode 1, 'Nothing Ever Changes Around Here'. ]]

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Green Island, Hawai'i, Saturday afternoon

Liliana's Office, Friday

Midnight Manor's Rooftop, Thursday Evening [5/29]

MCA #0, Thursday morning

Steve & Tony's Apartment, Stark Tower But 50 Percent Scale, Thursday Morning

Ramen Utsuke, Baltimore, Maryland, Thursday Evening

Stark Tower but Small, Monday morning

Sketchy Airstrip, Honolulu Outskirts, Sunday

Steve and Danny's House in Honolulu, Noon-ish Saturday

Harrison Hot Springs Resort, Friday late afternoon

MukBap Korean Restaurant, London, Wednesday Evening

From Lucifer's Penthouse to Los Angeles, Monday Evening

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