Meetings
In the center of the room lies an ornate cedar wood desk, cluttered but just short of messy, with various sheet music piled on top. The bookcases on each side are in a similar state, books shelved away neatly were it not for the lack of any semblance of alphabetization.
The boss of this domain can often be found with his feet up with no regard for decorum; a casual enough atmosphere for casual enough chats, surely.
Those who venture into the palace to seek out the emerald green door will find it's different than usual, sturdier, with a particularly bright sheen and emblazoned with an insignia.
The door is also always closed, though whether it's locked or not depends on when you visit.
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c-ta tilts his head. ]
Really? Where have you been this whole time? Though I guess with a place as big as this, I wonder if you need to go out a lot at all...
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[ Hamelin is really going to appreciate all the various takes on Cinderella, surely. ]
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[ he gives him an easy smile. ]
Who's to say there isn't some futuristic version of a fairy tale out there?
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[ c-ta tilts his head. ]
Where did you come from?
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[ but-- ]
Why did you leave?
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