First EP

[wayward_sun]

With the fish back where they belong, mostly, things have returned to normal in Milliways.

(For certain values of normal anyway).

The door opens. A soft light filters through. A little while passes.

Then someone calls from the other side of the door.
"Maze? Maze? Why have you left - Oh, I'll just go and shut it myself, shall I?"

There's some good natured grumbling atop the rap of footsteps and then a man pokes his head through the door.
"Well, I'll be damned," he says, looking first with puzzlement and then growing delight at the sight before him.

He turns his head. "Maze. There's a portal in my bedroom closet. Did you put it there?"

And then he impulsively steps through without waiting for an answer.

Wearing an expensive, tailored suit, handsewn shoes, and an amused smile he saunteres up to the Bar, and raps the surface with a knuckle.

"Barkeep?"

Someone might want to fill in the devilishly handsome fellow?

{ooc: meet Lucifer Morningstar, the actual devil, from the TV Show bearing his name. He's very friendly and will behave. Probably. Kinda. He's not good with human conventions but he smiles a lot}

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[i_am_your_host]

Lucifer does smile a lot.

"Ah, and you're musical as well," Emcee says, impressed, noticeably glancing at his hands with a small smirk. "So it's a place for drinking, mingling--and you. I would love to hear you play some time." Someone like Lucifer would want to be the center of attention.

Now who does he remind Emcee of?

[wayward_sun]

"And me. And all of people's dreams and desires."

As for playing -
"I really do enjoy the playing so I'd be happy too."

[i_am_your_host]

"Hot."

He pops a single nut into his mouth and licks the salt off his fingertip.

"There's a piano right over there if you feel so inclined. And I could tell you more about this place."

[wayward_sun]

"So there is. Let's relocate then. And you can tell me all about this place."

And then, to Bar, "Can I get the rest of the bottle as well,sweetheart? Do you want some?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's smile dimples his cheeks.

"Oh, well, I won't say no. Thank you."

The bottle appears along with an empty glass. "Allow me," he says, before topping off Lucifer's drink, and pouring one for himself.

He smiles up at Lucifer again and brings the bottle with them to the white grand piano.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer sits down and runs his hands over the keys.

Then he starts singing, in a low, husky voice.

"I feel a sin coming on," letting the accompaniment build from sparse notes to full on rock piano, shaking up the country roots of the song.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee leans on the piano, chin cupped in his hand, as he sways to the melody. His smile widens as Lucifer's playing intensifies, his gaze shifting from his sure and confident hands, to his lips as he sings. And his voice is, unsurprisingly, sexy. Emcee dances in place, shaking his hips and shoulders in a sensually carefree way. There's even a bit of headbanging and hair swishing.

It's a very appropriate song and he approves.

[wayward_sun]

The reaction is not unexpected.

He tends to have an effect on people. That effect to be exact.

He ends the song with small flourish and empties his glass.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee utters a bright little laugh and claps his hands.

"That was marvelous, darling," he beams, refilling Lucifer's glass for him. "You are quite the musician. I'm sure you always attract quite the captive audience."

[wayward_sun]

"Thank you. I do enjoy playing music. And -"
He drinks again, smiling against the rim of his glass - "the attention."

[i_am_your_host]

That smile is irresistible.

"Mmm, well, you may find an admirer or several if you come here often enough," he says, leaning cat-like against the piano, his own drink in his hand. "This is Milliways, by the way. Welcome to the end of the universe." He gestures with his glass toward the Observation Window.

[wayward_sun]

He looks at the wi die, momentarily transfixed.

"The end, you say."

His voice is soft.

So thanks what it will look like. When it gets that far.
If it gets that far.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee notes the slight shift in his demeanor. But it's the end of the universe. It would do that to almost anyone.

"Yes," he murmurs. "It runs on a loop. Some people find it beautiful, in different ways. Others try not to stare too long."

[wayward_sun]

"Well, I can take it or leave it," Lucifer says, nonchalantly, and then his back on the display.

"I am perfectly content with existence as it is."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee smiles faintly, crookedly, his glass at his lips.

"Dare I get into an existential conversation with the Devil himself?" he muses. "Mmm, perhaps not. We've only just met."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer grins.

"I agree. Existential crisis are best left to old friends. I'm much better with the positives. Hopes and dreams and desires."

[i_am_your_host]

"Desires, now that I can expound upon with the utmost familiarity," he says returning the grin. "Though I must say, you sound far more optimistic than I would have thought."

[wayward_sun]

"Really?"

He takes another drink and plays a few notes.
"Well, I can tell you that the common notions about me tends to be rather off the mark."

There's a sharp edge beneath the grin this time. Razor sharp.

[i_am_your_host]

The sharpness of his smile gives Emcee that old thrill of playing with danger.

His gaze flicks up to Lucifer's forehead and down again.

"Such as the lack of horns?" he asks cutely.

[wayward_sun]

"Such as the horns."

He purposefully sink his shoulders down.

"Or Hell. It wasn't my idea, was it? So i quit. If Dad wants an operated Hell he can damn well operate it himself."

Ooookay, maybe not completely relaxed.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee blinks and frowns.

"Being put in charge of Hell against your will sounds quite stressful, to say the least," he says sympathetically.

"But you are better off now, doing what you prefer to do, are you not?"

[wayward_sun]

"I certainly am. And I fully intend to keep it that way. "

[i_am_your_host]

"Good," he chirps with a brighter smile.

A discussion of Daddy issues may best be left up to old acquaintances as well.

"There is absolutely nothing here to keep you from enjoying yourself. Well, apart from the three rules, but I suppose they're reasonable..."

[wayward_sun]

"Rules? There are rules? "

He almost pouts.

[i_am_your_host]

"Every place has rules, don't they?" he says, nearly mirroring his almost-pout with a small shrug of his shoulders. "There is no violence allowed in the bar, but I think you can settle any differences out back. There is no outside business--meaning, for example, if someone you detest from your own world shows up, you can't punch them in the face. This is neutral ground. Or so they say." Another shrug. "Third and final rule is that there is no nudity or lewd behavior in the bar, but there are rooms conveniently located upstairs for such purposes."