nexus_crossings | How to get to Sesame Street?

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How to get to Sesame Street?

Lucifer had a promise to keep and it was a labor of some strange love. Perhaps, it was his love of children and connection to the child-like or just his desire to do the unexpected. Who knew what moved the devil to his more bizarre behaviors.

Whatever the reason, one afternoon an over-sized Lucifer, 70 foot tall, starts rolling a 150 foot diameter chocolate chip cookie into the plaza like a wheel. The cookie wrapped in tin foil on the bottom and blue cellophane on the top. It takes a deft hands to lay the 50,000 pound cookie down without breaking it. The effort of baking it with his hellfire all the previous day and moving the gigantic mass has left even the devil tired.

His illusions shrunk down to his usual six and a half foot tall height once the labor of moving the enormous cookie was done. A huge sword is strapped across his back in the eventual need to slice this cookie in some effective manner. Sighing, he walks out into the center of the cookie about to unwrap it when he looks to the person at the edge of the cookie and calls out to them.

“Have you seen the gluttonous, blue monster that lives here?” He stands up to look at whomever has stopped. “I am in dire need of speaking with him.”

Leave it to the angel of sin to make a cookie so large it breaks the Guinness Book, not that this institution exists in the Nexus.

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"I did not either." Lucifer had done this as a dare after all. "Most of it was cooking skill though I did employ a magic of sorts to cook it."

Clobber considered this briefly. "If it's magic, can I eat it too?"

"It is not magic. As it is, no, I do not think you can eat it." Lucifer looks over at the cookie curiously and then back at the being with him. "Are you the same species as Megatron?"

Then he had a pretty good idea of what to convert the cookie into that might maintain enough of the taste but in materials this species could eat.

Clobber tries not to look too disappointed. Everyone talks a lot about cookies!

Then the angel asks her a question and she brightens. "Yes! He used to be our Lord before Soundwave was! I'm glad he quit, though. He's much nicer now, Lord Soundwave is a better Lord, and...he seems a lot happier now."

"I have been experimenting with brewing for your species. I think I have enough experience with the process that I can make this edible to you as well."

Lucifer pauses with a sigh. "I can make no guarantees on quality or that it will be completely edible. I am still experimenting and have yet to offer any of the trials to your kind yet."

"Hey, it's nice of you just to try," Clobber says, grinning from ear to ear. "If it doesn't work out, no harm."

"Can I touch you?" He asks cautiously then explains. "I am a creator and contact with your presence will allow me to be more accurate with the conversion."

"Sure!" Clobber says cheerfully. "Thanks for asking though!"

"My own species is very touchy." He tells Clobber as he lays a hand on her in a friendly place' arm, shoulder or whatever is convenient. Lucifer can change size if needed to accommodate. His touch, when it comes, is warm and radiates love and peace but it is also riotous in its own right and energetic.

"Not every species is as open as we are." He nods to himself and steps back to the cookie. "I think I can offer you something reasonable. I would be glad for input so I can master the technique."

Breaking off a piece for her, that seems reasonable for her mouth size, his wings and the hands on the cookie turn to fire as he alters the cookie on a molecular level, changing atoms to both have a reasonably similar taste and ingredient profile.

"Thank you!"

She bites into it. "This is delicious. It's so sweet of you to do this!"

He simply nods. "I am a creator. I was made to create new things that do not yet exist and have been far too long in chains that prevented me from being what I am."

"Nobody should be in chains!" Clobber says fervently, and then, she remembers who and what she is and why they are there. (Well, the secondary reason why they are there; they're actually there so they can plot against Galvatron behind the anti-violence field, but a lot of the Decepticons are getting attached to this weird place, and Clobber might be one of them.)

"Have you...uh?" Clobber breathes in slowly. This is a nice guy. He isn't wearing a red badge and he probably wouldn't bite her head off even if he could, which perhaps he actually can, but there's no need for her to actually think about that, because this is not a mean person.

"Have you ever read the writings of the Fallen One Megatron, blessed of memory, and Our Glorious Lady Providence, Ravage of Stanix? I think...I think you might like them."

She swallows another bite of cookie. "I do. I don't always understand 'em, but I like them."

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"We have escaped and will help others accomplish the same." Lucifer, though he hated his bondage, had hope for what was to come.

"Megatron has recited some of his writings to me but I have not read the books themselves. If you have a copy in one of the many languages I can read I would." He's not upset at all about the mention. "I have read most of the materials written in my own universe. Perhaps, you would like to read some of the writings of Belial, my Chancellor?"

Cultural exchange was usually a good thing and a history of the angels wouldn't be a bad idea given his first encounter with Megatron.

"Writing is not only understanding but also emotion. If the words bring you pleasure to read, then that is enough."

Since Clobber looks fine after eating the morphed cookie, Lucifer starts cutting off some more pieces to alter into edible for her species. It would be a good gift to send to her family or the embassy, as she saw fit.

"I think that Lady Ravage's work is available in English, and they've translated Towards Peace and The Sacrifice of Violence into every language there is, just about. I don't have physical copies at hand but I can have them sent to you. I'd very much like to read the Chancellor's work, but I think that Lord Soundwave and Lady Ravage would like to read that even more. I might need to have one of them read it along with me anyway."

Clobber laughs, softly. "Megatron's writing is pretty even if you don't understand it all. But the heart of Destron is resistance to lies and resistance to chains."

She watches him cut off more pieces of the cookie. "That's a lot, do you want me to share some with the other Decepticons?"

"I would be honored to read them." Lucifer smiled and laughs quietly. "Belial's works contain as many works of art in pen and paint as words. I suspect if you ask for his works he may well read them to you himself. I think some of them may be even beyond he understanding of the very old; descriptions of the very beginnings of all things."

"The resistance to chains is something that our people have in common. After all, better to reign in hell than serve in a heaven is among our mottos."

"Yes." Lucifer cut some of the wrapping off to fold around the large pieces. "I have told some that I would work on the conversion of human foods into something your kind can enjoy. Constructive critique is in order for the progress of my experiments."

"I'll send you the files when I get home," Clobber says. "Are you saying Belial would talk...to me?" She grins. "Megatron used to quote that one about reigning in hell sometimes. Although...technically, don't you mean being a slave? I serve Lord Soundwave and Lady Ravage because I believe in their cause and they can't do everything that needs to be done all by themselves. But I'm not in chains. I don't mind being in their service because I chose to be and they appreciate me, too. They appreciate me more than Lord Megatron used to do, honestly. It doesn't feel like being a servant, it feels...like being part of something big and important, and also like being a family."

She takes an other small bite of the cookie. "I'll share these with all of them, but it's so good," she says, laughing. "And I'll let you know what they say."

"Many of my people would openly talk to you." Lucifer mirrors her smile. "I am a king but my rule is parliamentary. Everyone is encouraged to be individuals and speak their mind so we are a very open people, especially with conversation."

"We were created to be obedient. It is not so much slavery that is in that quote but being brainwashed to believe that you must follow another blindly because it is what you have always done or what is expected of you." Lucifer considers the comments about her society. "I believe there is a difference between serving someone and being in the service of someone. Serving, to me, invokes passiveness and doing what you are told. To be in the service is an agreement to to work with someone and follow their lead. In service is a choice."

"I can make more if you." He tells her. "I should be able to alter other foods reasonably so perhaps you should look at human foods you might wish to try."

"So...you'd say I'm in service to our Lord and Lady." Clobber smiles. "Well, I was raised up to be a Decepticon. But while the Decepticons weren't always really great at living up to our ideals, Lord Soundwave is. And Lady Ravage...she's just the sweetest thing. She says everyone is important to someone who's important to you if you look hard enough. At least that's what I think she means. And I did take the oath all over again when I joined the revolution. The revolution inside of the revolution."

She considers the subject of food. "The person you really want to talk to is Miss Laserbeak," she says. "Have you seen the big black bird robots? There's three of them. Laserbeak's red, Buzzsaw's yellow and Garboil's cobalt blue. I mean they're black, but they have coloured panels on their wings. Laserbeak is always eating human food and making herself sick. Especially if it tastes sweet to her, or it's really shiny. Me, mostly I like to be companionable. It's nice to share fuel with your friends. So it's kinda sad when everything at the Embassy parties has to all be on separate tables. Silverwing, she's a seekerlet, she's kinda crazy but she's super cute? She and Lotor had the same birthday, when we reckoned it out. But they couldn't eat each other's birthday sweets."

"I think it is a preference to how you view the words but I would say you are in their service if you are free." Lucifer had moments of dwelling on semantics from so long serving as a diplomatic king. "If you are happy and have the freedom of choice then you are in the right place. I have a desire to reject anything that sounds like servitude. It is an outcome of my past."

Lucifer nods with understanding. "We have the same issues with some of our foods where they are not safe for others to consume, particularly humans."

"I have not met the birds, yet." Lucifer smiles and presses his hands together, more fire crawling across his wings, but when he opens them there is a golden, metallic looking, star shaped cookie. "Laserbeak may try this one. It is similar to the way I have altered the cookie you have."

Except the metallic looking coating, that on a normal cookie would be icing.

"Oh yeah. Decepticons reject all forms of involuntary servitude. That's...well, that's like one of the First Principles. Lord Megatron wrote those millions of years ago, and Lady Ravage just updated them."

Clobber's single optic glows with surprise and delight when Lucifer hands her the star cookie. "Oh, wow. This is great. Laserbeak is gonna be so happy! You have no idea. She loves food of all kinds! It's a good thing robots can't get fat, or she'd have a whole lot of trouble still flying!"

Clobber chuckles. "We just get hyper and silly."

Not that Laserbeak isn't already hyper, and frequently silly...

"We also have a long history of shaking off the chains of servitude that stretches far into the distant past." Comparing age was useless, in part because the angelic ages were so far beyond comprehension even for the old.

"Please let me know if it is sweet enough for her liking. I am still learning to cook for your species." True, it wasn't actually cooking but it was a chef's work in a way to create. It pulled in chemical elements from the ether to mix in the way any batter would be made.

"Perhaps we should introduce her to my messenger? He is notoriously high energy."

"They might have fun together, yeah. What's he like? She plays with the sparklings a lot. And I'll be sure to let you know what she says." Clobber grins. "Slavery is real, real bad. I don't know why anybody ever thought it was okay."

"He is .. child-like and the fastest angel created; full of energy, innocence, and kindness but he is also the angel of diplomacy, jewelry and cosmetology." Lucifer sighs thinking about his young messenger. "Loyal. He didn't fall but wished to leave heaven so he wouldn't be parted from us. For that he was cursed."

Lucifer's gaze became distant as he remembered his past. "We didn't know what slavery was in the beginning. God created us to serve him unquestioningly and I suspect, at least for Christians who practice slavery, that God's demands of servitude by those He deemed lesser gave them the idea to do it to their own who they thought were lesser."

"I don't know what a Christian is," says Clobber. "But that sounds a lot like Laserbeak. I bet they'd be great friends! Laserbeak is really sweet and innocent. She likes to steal jewellery and shiny things. Lady Ravage always has to go and get her jewellery back. They're sisters so she doesn't mind until she needs to wear it. Lord Soundwave left his PINpoint info with all of the trinket sellers in the open stalls in the Plaza because she just takes stuff. But she also gives things to people for no reason at all."

Clobber chuckles. "She gave me a string of diamonds once and also a holographic soda can."

"Christianity is one of the major religions among humans, and one of the major religions that worship my father. A Christian is someone who follows Christianity." Lucifer explains because there might be Christians here, not that they are all bad but understanding would help.

"I believe they would cause mischief together." Lucifer would definitely encourage this. "He has an innate ability to read, write and speak any language once he encounters it. I believe it would be good for my messenger to become acquainted with your people."

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