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Characters: Corruption and Poseidon
Date/Time: Afternoon, June 16th
Location: Poseidon's Penthouse, New York City
Rating: TBD, possibly R
Warnings: Language
Summary: Lucas gets a special delivery.



He whistled to himself, something discordant and tuneless, as he gathered up the delivery in the van. Peering through the windows, he could see Boden and Chelsea walking out the door of the apartment building. He marked Boden's face, putting him aside for later; today, the stranger's business was with his father.
He got out of the van, clutching a bouquet of flowers and an electronic clipboard, and ambled past the doorman with a lazy smile. "Delivery for Straka, penthouse. He's gotta sign for it." The doorman's posture of haughty blandness gave way a little once he got a better look at the deliveryman's face-- something about the deliveryman made him want to get him in and out of the building as quickly as possible.
The stranger grinned as he rode the elevator up. "My, my, you're certainly living it up here," he said quietly to himself. As the elevator reached the top, he stepped out, held up the bouquet like a soldier presenting arms, and pressed the intercom buzzer on the door.

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Poseidon was glad to get Chelsea out of his hair. She was being stranger than usual and that wasn't going to fly. After her stunt with Hades, she would be treated like a child still. That meant giving Triton more babysitting duty than usual. Poseidon wasn't going to have her leave again. It was too risky, not only for herself but for him.

He had a few cases to mull over for the first few hours of the day. When the doorbell rang he wasn't expecting anyone, though if Dite was going to keep making house calls he wasn't going to complain.

The door opened and he saw a face he didn't recognize. "Flowers, really?" he said in a very flat tone. He wasn't the kind of guy that got flowers, it was downright offensive.

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The deliveryman gave a lopsided grin that seemed...off, somehow. "Flowers, for a--" and here he gave a great show of checking the invoice, "Mister Lucas...Stray-ko?" He handed over a clipboard with a leaky ballpoint pen, saying "Ya gotta sign for 'em."

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"Straka," Poseidon corrected tensely. "You can take those to the trash." Poseidon straightened out the lapels of his jacket, ignoring the order the delivery man gave. There was a wave of emotions bubbling up inside, one's he'd felt before.

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"Hey, pal, just doin' my job here," the delivery man said. "Which ain't garbageman, you feel me?"
"C'mon, just sign for 'em, and-- aw, shit, look at this," he continued. "Looks like there's a little card here too." The delivery man opened the tiny envelope and drew out a slip of paper; brows furrowed and lips moving, he read it to himself.

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"Could we talk more civilized and not like some animal who doesn't know his own vowels." The man's speech got under his skin.

He snatched the card from the hand that read it. He didn't give a damn about the flowers. "Pardon," he said with eerie politeness.

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The card was printed on elegant cream-colored stationery; "Happy Father's Day" was the only writing on it.
"Guess somebody wants to acknowledge you," the delivery man says, still smirking. "Can't imagine who, though. And you still gotta sign for it." He pushed the clipboard in Triton's direction, and with just enough of a pause to be arrogant, added "Your real name."

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Poseidon laughed flicking the card back in the strangers face. "Really, that's what you're going with? Happy Father's day?" He snorted grabbing the clipboard hastily. His pen had nearly pressed into the paper when the man spoke again. He clicked the the pen point back with a smug look on his face.

"Who are you and what exactly am I signing," though he didn't ask a question this time. He was demanding an answer, because this was more than suspicious. He could feel his blood boil instantly, coursing through his veins all the hate he had inside. This man was drawing something out of him as if it were his very life force.

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"I'm just the delivery guy, man," he said, smirking. "But I'm glad I caught you at home. See, there's a problem you've got coming, one that you gotta deal with. This time, it ain't about your daughter so much, but your son. Well, and the rest of your family too. And your other...associates," he continued. The delivery man looked like he was enjoying a warm bath, or an excellent glass of wine, in the face of Poseidon's rage. "Though I don't suppose you're exactly best buddies with them."
He rocked back on his heels arrogantly. "You, uh, gonna invite me in, or are you just gonna leave me standing out here like some jerk?"