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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.