Third floor: Studio of Creation's Divide

[TrobrexArthand III]

Coming to the top of an impossibly long flight of stairs, you step into a dim, candle lit room. The pale yellow-orange light illuminates dark, oblong shapes. Tacky furniture, possibly. Walking along you can hear an almost inaudible rumble, the repetitive rhythm of which creating a relaxing lull. You stop to rest on what was thought to be a shaggy ottoman. The object in question starts to move and you feel a furry sensation wrap around your mid section. In a smooth, sliding motion, the ottoman moves towards the door at the other end of the room. Once there, it lurches forward, throwing you through the door. Picking yourself up and regaining your composure you inspect the new surroundings hoping to find some semblance of intelligent life other than the decor. Gazing at the walls they are painted with various shapes and colors, unidentifiable in the darkness. A single window illuminates a desk in the middle of the room, on top of which sits a monitor on the right side of the desk, the screen obscured by the incoming light. Also plopped on the desk are a pair of legs garbed in khaki pants and black boots. Coming from behind the desk is a wheezing snore, broken by small murmurs of gibberish. You step forward in hopes to have a word with the owner of these appendages. A loud crunch is heard as well as felt beneath your foot and the snoring abruptly stops with a snort. "*snort* Huh...what..!"
You hear the soft thud of a body hitting carpet and the rattle of casters on an office chair. "Ugh...blar, light switch, light switch! Where did I draw the effing light switch!?"
With several loud thuds, a slew of curses and a tiny click artificial light fills the room to reveal the walls painted with mosaics of cartoon creatures and scantly clad women. The crunch was an empty soda can tossed onto the floor the likes of which was strewn with various snack food wrappers and containers. Looking back at the desk you see the office chair but not its occupant. From behind you comes the voice from before in a threateningly low tone. "You're here to steal my bagels, aren't you?"  

[XeilnFireheart XIII]

"Trobrex, buddy, we've been over this. I don't want your bagels. Apparently you were asleep again. And heres a thought, if you forgot where you drew the switch, why didnt you just draw one right next to you?" Xeiln chuckled at this remark and the look of "OH! Duh!" on his friend's face. "Nice digs tho Trobrex. I see artwork here that i remember from back when we were kids. Might wanna clean it up a littlt though. Draw up some cleaning crew, or just use your big eraser and erase them from existance. Like that old Daffy Duck cartoon where Bugs is the illustrator."  

[TrobrexArthand III]

Making his way over to the desk, Trobrex rights the chair in which he was sleeping, throwing himself into it and doing several turns. Stopping himself with his foot, he produces an ornate, pen-like object and a sheet of paper from the cuff of his shirt. Dabbing the point of the pen on his tongue he makes a crude scribble of a heavily cushioned arm chair shaped like a cat's face. With a flick of his finger the sheet glides off the desk onto the floor. In a large puff of smoke the chair is formed and turns to face Xelin, mischievously winking at him. "Have a seat Xe-Xe! What can this lonely hack do for ya?" At this he produces another sheet of paper and sketches two cans of soda and a large bowl of assorted baked goods. Giving it several raps with the back end of his pen, another puff of smoke produces the tasty treats.