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}

Comments

[i_am_your_host]

Fortunately the Oompa Loompas take care of that sort of thing while Emcee is away.

"Not a smoker?"

He swirls his own glass around before taking a sip, watching him. "You can bring the bottle upstairs, if you like," he adds.

[wayward_sun]

"No, not at present," he says.

Though he was thinking of ashes covering everything, killing all sounds, obscuring all faces, not cigarette ash.

He picks up the bottle with a smile. "Don't mind if I do," he says. "Its too good to leave behind."

[i_am_your_host]

"Mm, I've been cutting back myself. But you know. Habits die hard."

He empties his glass and leaves it on the piano, then gestures with a tip of his head toward the stairs.

"This way," he says, before leading him upstairs.