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]

"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."

[wayward_sun]

"Now I can see why they don't want blood spilling everywhere, but come on. It's a bar."

Seriously.

[i_am_your_host]

"Safety first," he says primly and properly. But he can't contain the smirk that plays on his lips. "In any case, personally, only the third rule applies to me and I have done my very best to adhere to it."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer looks at him.
Then he smiles.

"But I take it that the your best is not always good enough?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee feigns indignant shock, a hand pressed to his chest.

"I will have you know that my best is always more than good enough." He may be referring to something other than his behavior.

[wayward_sun]

"Really now? I bet that comes in handy in a place like this."

[i_am_your_host]

"I've had no complaints." Humble bragging.

"One meets all sorts here, from different worlds, galaxies, timelines and time periods. You, I would guess you were from...early twenty-first century?"

[wayward_sun]

"Very good. "

The guess and the bragging both probably.

"And a fascinating place. All thos3 temptations."

[i_am_your_host]

"I'm no stranger to tempting and being tempted." He smiles a feline smile.

"When do you think I'm from, darling? Go on and have a guess. I'll narrow it down for you: I'm from Earth."

[wayward_sun]

"Well, you're definitely from Berlin. And with that job - 1940'ies?"

The Devil speaks all languages. And he knows a lot about war.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee pouts exaggeratedly.

"I thought I could fool you, but you're very close. I'm from 1934. If I hadn't said I was a Master of Ceremonies, would I have made a passable modern-day club-goer?"

He strikes a playful pose with a hand on his hip.

[wayward_sun]

"Very convincing. But I'm really good with accents."

So there.

[i_am_your_host]

"I suppose there's no tricking the Devil," he says wryly.

[wayward_sun]

"You're right about that," Lucifer says with a pleased grin and goes back to playing.

Thus time something suitable for bar room background music, jazzy but not too complex.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee hums a purring chuckle as he leans on the piano, taking dainty, demure sips of his drink, admiring the way Lucifer's fingers move over the keys.

"So, what do you do when you're not doing this at your nightclub?"

[wayward_sun]

"Sex and drugs mostly. Although I have thought about getting a hobby," he says, quite seriously.

"I'm just not sure what yet."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee blinks again.

"For some people, sex and drugs are hobbies," he says, amused.

[wayward_sun]

"True. True. But I like to have a variety of options."

In all areas.

[i_am_your_host]

"What sparks your interest as of late?" he asks, genuinely curious as to what the Devil is up to these days.

[wayward_sun]

"The jury is still out on that. I want it to be something - meaningful."

He nods a little.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee studies him for a moment from behind his glass. Lucifer is more introspective than he expected him to be.

"Meaningful for whom? For you, or other people?"

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer looks at him, a little confused.

"Why, me of course. I don't really see how other people factor into it."

[i_am_your_host]

Okay, so perhaps not as introspective, but still.

Emcee just twists his lips into a little smirk.

"Well, there are some things that can potentially be beneficial for both you and other people. And thus, its meaningfulness increases twofold. But I can understand if you don't think the effort is worth it..."

He shrugs.