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Characters: Asclepius, Nimue, open to all
Date/Time: Following check-in
Location: Bar of the Hôtel Jeu Ancien
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: The two decide to get drinks while waiting for the meeting to start.

It took a little wandering, but, with Nimue arm-in-arm with him, Asclepius found the bar.

"Now, you said you'd like a mai tai, isn't that right, Miss Drake? I'm more a whiskey man, personally. Though, all things considered, since we were supposed to be having a tea together, perhaps a Long Island iced tea might be more appropos?"

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This place was putting her nose out of joint, and she couldn't put her finger on exactly why other than her senses seemed entirely out of whack. It showed in the small frown she was constantly wearing.

Still, she tried for a smile for Asclepius but it was a little tight, her soft chuckle forced. "One Long Island Iced Tea and I might miss this gathering."

Looking towards the bar she came to a stop. "Oh you have got to be kidding me!"

He smiled at them from behind the bar and put on a bad John Wayne accent. "Welcome to the Bar of the Last Stand, pilgrim." His simpering chuckle followed.

He was still in the bellhop uniform.

Aldo couldn't sit patiently in his room. It was against his nature to remain stationary for so long. He decided he needed a drink to help him cope with this increasingly annoying situation. While he was about to smile upon seeing the bar, he groaned upon seeing Nigel.

"Oh for the love of..."

The reference was, sadly, lost on the British doctor.

"Are you the only staff this place has?" Asclepius asked, "Bloody hell. Well, all right, I'll have the best Scottish whiskey you've got. Give the lady anything the asks for. And, why not, whatever he wants too." He gestured over to Seth.

"Graci, friend." Aldo sat at the bar, ordering a vodka. He needed something strong. "Remind me to get you back someday." He extends his hand. "Aldo Fizzini."

Aldo got the reference and was fighting the urge to strangle the little fool.

"Dr. Galen Oram," he replied, shaking Aldo's hand, "The charming lady here is Miss Nina Drake." He gestured to her with a smile. "I'll hold you to it one of these days."

Asclepius looked at the other man curiously. "So... I'm afraid I don't recognize you offhand, Mr. Fizzini. What's your story?"

"I run a clothing company in New York. However, what's probably more pertinent to our situation, I'm also the reincarnated soul of the Egyptian god, Seth." Aldo glances at the two of them. "I assume you two have similar 'pasts'?"

She had ordered a Mai Tai from the bellhop/bartender who made their drinks then disappeared into the back with a tip of his hat, then sat down with the gentlemen as she took a large first drink.

She had smiled politely to Mr. Fizzini when she was introduced but then her brows lifted when he really introduced himself. She huffed softly and didn't quite roll her eyes. "Indeed. I am Nimue."

"Asclepius," he said. "So, I suppose that depends on how you define "similar," since none of us come from the same set of myths. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing." He took a solid drink of his whiskey.

"Not at all, I'm a big fan of diversity." Aldo caught Nina's reaction, but chose not to say anything. He WAS rather notorious afterall. "Ah yes, Dr, I remember you. We spoke regarding your dilemma of explaining the Fourth of July to your children. I believe I suggested telling them Americans hate taxes."

"Ah, yes. Of course, at their age, they don't exactly understand what taxes are," Asclepius said.

"How is the mai tai, Miss Drake? Easing your nerves?" he asked, looking over at her.

She wrinkled her nose a bit sheepishly, but she had to admit that the drink was taking the edge off a bit.

"Some. I'd rather we get on with this so we can discover what this is all about." Her Brooklyn accent was possibly growing thicker.

"As would I," Aldo muttered, casting a dark glance at Nigel. "I'd put money on this having something to do with the emails we received."

"Well, that Nigel fellow did say he'd let us know when the gathering was starting..." Asclepius looked back to the bar.

"Say, Nigel... About how much longer do we have before we need to be reporting to the ballroom?"

"Hmm?" He stopped polishing glasses with a pristine, white bar towel to look to his guests.

"Oh. Well." He shifted his weight to over one hip with his fingers tapping his lips in thought. "Shouldn't be long now. If you'd like to take your drinks to the ballroom that is permitted."

She wrinkled her nose after taking another sip of her drink then set it on the bar. "No. Thank you. I feel muddled enough already."

"Are you going to be all right, Miss Drake? Perhaps something to eat might help?" Asclepius suggested.

She shook her head, her frown increasing. "Nothing but getting away from here will help." Her eyes went to her drinking companions. "I do not think we are on earth anymore."

"The planet, or more proverbially-speaking?" Asclepius asked.

"I don't know." She lifted her hand to rub her fingertips against her forehead where a headache was beginning to be centered.

"I can't feel any energies. None. Flatline. Even in a residually dead zone I would be able to feel something."

"Wait... None at all? Not even mine? Or his?" Asclepius asked, frowning.

She hadn't opened her senses to them. She usually holds a block against people otherwise she'd be overwhelmed on a daily basis. She opened them now...

...then cried out in shock and pain, her hand flying to cover her eyes and part of her forehead.

"Miss Drake!" Asclepius hurried to her side. "Are you all right? What happened?" He began mentally ticking through checklists to determine shock and trauma.

"..yes. Ouch." She held her hand out to make him let her have some space. It was taking a moment to lock down her senses.

"...blinding. Both of you."

Seth was close behind Asclepius.

"This confirms it. We're not in a world at all. We're in a place where time means nothing."

"I suppose I'll take that as a compliment," Asclepius quipped wryly.

"So... if we're in a place where time means nothing... Does that mean we've gone back to being gods again?"

"No, we're as mortal as ever. This place is a kind of temporal limbo." Aldo realizes they may not know much about that and tries to explain it differently. "We would not age here, but we're not immortal. We're as vulnerable as ever, though our..abilities may react differently. Because time means nothing, we could be here for what seems like years when in fact it's only been seconds back home. Or the opposite. Let's just hope that isn't the case."

"Delightful. But I suppose it saves me the trouble of trying to find out if I have blood or ichor in my veins," Asclepius quipped wryly.

"Either way, I think this gathering is about to start. With luck, we'll find some answers there."

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