[When Clockhouse isn't filled with throngs of people under the effects of various house cocktails, the space beneath the streets of Insincerity is quite spacious and open. If this were Gotham, Oswald may have put more resource into making the space function in a less rustic kind of way, but the restriction on time in Insincerity means that would effectively be resources thrown into the wind.
The result of the space under normal lighting is areas that are very polished and chic, especially around the bar and a few mirror-effect tiled walls, though many of the walls retain a very subterranean feel.
Oswald is sat at the bar when his guest arrives--a spiral-bound book open in front of him, a pen in his left hand, and a partially drunk glass of red wine to his right.
If Tim has ever seen Oswald while hosting any of his grand party nights then he'll know Oswald is a man who likes to dress up and stick to the theme of the night, but if it wasn't already abundantly clear, Oswald is someone for whom three-piece suits are his standard attire and not just for parties. Today he's in a dark sapphire look accented with silver cuff links and tie pin, all very put-together, as he always is.
He doesn't leave Tim waiting long, flipping the notebook shut and tucking the pen into the rings on the spine before pushing himself up a stand and taking up the silver-topped cane that had been propped against his stool in one hand as he turns smoothly of offer the other to his guest.]
Mr. Stoker! Welcome. I am so glad you could join me at such short notice.
[This is Oswald in his element; introductions, schmoozing, negotiations. He's infinitely familiar with it all. Plus, it's Oswald's club they're in. What better place to work than out of one's own home, so to speak.]
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The result of the space under normal lighting is areas that are very polished and chic, especially around the bar and a few mirror-effect tiled walls, though many of the walls retain a very subterranean feel.
Oswald is sat at the bar when his guest arrives--a spiral-bound book open in front of him, a pen in his left hand, and a partially drunk glass of red wine to his right.
If Tim has ever seen Oswald while hosting any of his grand party nights then he'll know Oswald is a man who likes to dress up and stick to the theme of the night, but if it wasn't already abundantly clear, Oswald is someone for whom three-piece suits are his standard attire and not just for parties. Today he's in a dark sapphire look accented with silver cuff links and tie pin, all very put-together, as he always is.
He doesn't leave Tim waiting long, flipping the notebook shut and tucking the pen into the rings on the spine before pushing himself up a stand and taking up the silver-topped cane that had been propped against his stool in one hand as he turns smoothly of offer the other to his guest.]
Mr. Stoker! Welcome. I am so glad you could join me at such short notice.
[This is Oswald in his element; introductions, schmoozing, negotiations. He's infinitely familiar with it all. Plus, it's Oswald's club they're in. What better place to work than out of one's own home, so to speak.]
How may we help one another today?