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[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

Characters: Sif, Tyr, open to others
Date/Time: Friday, October 28th
Location: L'Hôtel Jeu Ancien
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: The Norse lovers make their arrival for the Halloween ball.

Sif had just been going to the kitchen to start dinner, Tyr right behind her. Except...

She was in a very strange place, somehow oddly familiar, though she couldn't explain how. Certainly not her tower.

"Sweetheart...?" she asked, looking to see if her beloved had come along with her, wherever she was. But, turning her head, it felt bizarrely heavy. Looking down, she saw her golden hair was spilling not just over her shoulders, but down past her feet, puddling on the floor and trailing sinuously behind her. She couldn't remember having all that weight there, but it was her hair... She was sure of that much, though she wasn't yet sure how she was going to navigate with it in this place. She wasn't sure if it was the odd feeling of weight that made her feel weirdly dizzy, but it seemed like cobwebs were creeping into her mind...

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[lefthandofwar.insanejournal.com]

His mind was foggy. He had a hard time remembering what he was doing before his thoughts became muddled. However the voice cut through the confusion. It was a woman's voice, and he knew she was important to him.

"Over here," he called. He had to rescue her! That was it!

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

"Oh, thank goodness," Rapunzel-Sif said, "...any idea where we are?"

[lefthandofwar.insanejournal.com]

"I'm afraid I have no idea, Milady." He went to her, careful not to step on her hair. "It's..some manor of residence, but like nothing I've ever seen."

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

"Well, it's a good thing we're together, then," she said, smiling. "Think it's just the two of us here?"

[lefthandofwar.insanejournal.com]

"Indeed," he said smiling, taking her in his arms. Arms? Why did having two functioning arms seems strange to him? "I'm not sure, but I believe I heard voices earlier."

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

"I don't remember hearing anything," she said, frowning slightly, though she readily embraced him. "Well, wherever we are, I do feel safer here with you."

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

Nigel smiled at the couple standing in front of the desk. Well, even if you were world-weary and jaded enough to be Chinese art, sometimes it did you good to see young love even if it was only transitory.

"Greetings, Miss Rapunzel, and your majesty," he called to them in a friendly but reserved voice. "Welcome to the ball; we've been expecting you." He indicated the way behind him, and said "You'll find the ballroom right through there; the others are starting to arrive."

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

"Oh, there's to be a ball?" she said. "I... hmm..." She looked at her long tresses, piled on the floor. They weren't exactly conducive to dancing. Not without tripping people, anyway.

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

Nigel nodded understanding as she indicated her long tresses. "Ah. I'm sure we can locate some pins and combs for you to make your coiffure more comfortable." Taking another look, he said to himself "I only hope we have enough..."

[lefthandofwar.insanejournal.com]

"That would be appreciated, sir." He turns from Nigel to comfort his princess. "We'll find a way for you to enjoy yourself, my love."

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

"I know, darling," she said, "I'd hate to trip anyone because of my hair. Do you want to do the honors?"

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

Turning from an unseen assistant, Nigel presented a box of various hair ornaments with a flourish, holding it slightly toward the gallant knight. "For your lady's favor, sir?"