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

[begrimed]

[ He hums but won't comment further. Can't wait for Luci to just show up with a giftbox of spiders. ]

Hm? No, no, no it's nothing like that. But I never thought I'd actually meet one who seemed to be the real deal. With fairy tales, there's usually more goin' on there, yeah?

[oversaw]

I think I understand. [ His voice takes on a more somber tone. ]

And I believe that brings an end to my questions for today. Thank you for taking the time to speak with me, Hamelin.

[begrimed]

Anytime Luci. [ A beat. ] But bring sugar next time!

[oversaw]

Very well. Goodbye, Hamelin.

[ Hamelin will have to deal with the clean-up on his own because Lucifer leaves, seemingly having forgotten all about them. ]