Meetings

[begrimed]

Behind an ever traveling emerald green door (you'll find it when you really need it, but it never seems to be in the same place in the palace) lies a quaint office, often slightly ajar with a few notes of music beckoning guests inside.

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.

Comments

[goldencave]

You told me we were getting a wish for killing someone, and then you're making us do this for some reward? What kind of idiots do you take us for?!

[ Little does he know some dramatic math teacher is going to drag him into doing this idiotic thing. ]

[begrimed]

What? A guy can't want more than one show?

[ Maybe he's just greedy! ]

[goldencave]

So you go and bait us into making fools of ourselves? For your entertainment?!

[ Ah, lovely. He's been pissed off. ]

[begrimed]

Hey, hey don't be like that I'll pay you for your performance!

[ ...but pretty much, yeah. ]