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Characters: Tyr, open to all
Date/Time: Following check-in
Location: Halls of the Hôtel Jeu Ancien
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: Tyr searches the Hotel for some hint as to what the place is while searching for other guests.

There was no way he could sit sit quietly in his room. He had to figure out what was going on. Hopefully he'd find some other guests who may know more. Wishful thinking perhaps, but he wasn't going to stay on his ass for the "bellhop" to summon him. Besides, the man said he could pretty much do as he wanted. So Kevin began his search of his floor, which looked like an odd combination of the disco era of the 70's and... Shogunate Japan-era architecture? This place was weird.

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Sif had already found her room up on the fourth floor, and freshened up a bit, washing off the flour, changing out of her chef's wear. She had chosen a simply-cut dress of blue to set off her eyes instead. She still smelled of freshly-baked cookies.

She'd taken the elevator up, but this hotel was so unusual, she'd decided to take the stairs down and get a look at the different floors before it was time for the gathering.

When she got to the second floor, she noticed a figure that seemed all too familiar, though she'd never actually laid eyes on him like this before.

"Tyr? Is that you?" she asked.

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Kevin turned toward the voice..and nearly lost his breath. It was her. The form was different, but he knew it was her..and she looked beautiful. Damn it man, focus.

"Hello, Sif. Yeah, it's me. It's good to see you face-to-face, despite the..odd circumstances."

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"Oh, it's so good to see you too!" she said, smiling brightly as she walked over to give him a friendly hug.

"The bellhop wouldn't tell me who else was here, but it's wonderful to know that I'm not the only one here from Asgard."

Sif glanced around. "Is this the floor where you're staying? I'm all the way up on the fourth floor, personally."

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Kevin accepted the hug gladly, embracing her with his good arm. Ancient feelings stirred, but Kevin managed to put them aside and let go of Sif after an appropriate amount of time.

"He let slip to me that Odin was here somewhere, but he didn't say where."

Tyr nodded. "Yeah, I thought I'd look around, try to find some clue as to what this place is. Fourth floor, huh? Maybe our floor numbers are important somehow." He realizes he's thinking out loud, and smiles at Sif a little in embarrassment. "Sorry about that. It's Amber now, right?"

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"Odin too? Oh, it'll be just like old times!" Sif said happily.

"I'm sort of looking around too. I haven't seen anything like this before. This even outdoes Frank Lloyd Wright. I don't know if our floor numbers are important or not, but mine seems positively empty. In fact, you're the first person I've seen since I started down the stairs."

"No problem. And, yes. Amber Wheatley. And you go by Kevin now, yes? Would you prefer I call you Tyr or Kevin?" She smiled. "Well, either way, unless Nigel's managed to eat them all somehow, there are two dozen chocolate-chip cookies I just took out of the oven in the lobby. Would you like one?

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"I'd prefer Kevin to be honest. I'm not feeling so much a god of justice these days. Though I won't be mad if you say 'Tyr'." Kevin raises an eyebrow in interest. "Cookies, eh? Sure, sounds good to me."

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Sif laughed.
"I think I can manage calling you Kevin. But the cookies are downstairs, unless someone's moved them." She headed off for the lobby. "Ah, good. Still right where I left them."

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Kevin followed close behind. "Nice to see you're doing something you enjoy."

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"It is nice," she agreed, "And you? Are you enjoying your line of work these days?"

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"Honestly?" Kevin never was one for lying. "I'm bored off my ass and feeling pretty damn useless." He gives a disgusted look at his gloved right hand, extensive burn scars underneath. "Ruined it in Desert Storm saving a civilian from a mortar shell. My arm works okay but I can't grip with the hand at all. I was honorably discharged."

He sighs. "I work as security at a local mall now. I don't really care for the job, but it keeps me close to my little girl so I deal."

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"That's unfortunate; so sorry to hear it. If there's ever anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate to ask," Sif said.

"So, tell me about your little girl."

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"I appreciate that, Sif." He smiles upon mention of his daughter. "Her name's Tina, she's eight years old. Cute as a button and sharp as a tack. She's curious about anything and everything." He pulls out his wallet to show Amber a picture.

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"Oh, look at her! She's beautiful." Sif smiled at him. "She has your eyes."

"I'm still looking forward to starting a family of my own. I suppose I just haven't found the right person yet."

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"Heh, yeah. Though she looks more like her mother.." Kevin sighs, their marriage had been far too hasty.

Part of Tyr leaped at the idea that she hadn't found someone yet, but the essence of justice in him refused to take advantage of this fact. He may have feelings for her, but he respected her too much also. "I'm..I'm sure you'll find someone. Just make sure when you do that you know the person well. I wouldn't want you to make the mistake I did." Part of him cursed himself for a coward.

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"Well, she's a beauty. If it's not too personal for me to ask, does she live with you or her mother?" Sif wondered.

"And, one day, I'm sure I will. Though, to be someone I know well, it'd have to be another one of our kind, really." She sighed, a bit wistfully. "Though, if it's going to be a reality, I probably shouldn't wait too much longer to go looking. Biological clocks don't run forever in mortal bodies, after all."

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"It's okay. Her mother, but I can see her frequently and I'm allowed to have her over for visits. It was argued that because of my injury I'd be unable to take care of her on a longterm basis." Kevin lamented.

Okay, now he was really feeling the pressure. "That's true, but..." Damn it man, say something! "Has there been any sign of Thor?" Not that, dumbass! Can't you forget that damn honor of yours for a second!

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"I'm sure you're an excellent father, injury or no injury," Sif said.

"But, no. I haven't seen any sign of Thor or Aurvandil. Neither of my husbands, and none of my children," she sighed, "Truthfully, it's my sons I miss the most."

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He smiled. "Thanks, Amber. I appreciate that."

Tyr suddenly feels a little awkward bringing it up. "I..I didn't mean to..." He scratches the back of his head with his good hand. "..I'm sorry."

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"You're welcome. And, don't worry about it. I mean, I keep hoping, but I have to be realistic, too. There's no guarantee I'll see them in this lifetime, and even if they do come, there's no telling if they might not be... changed."

She smiled and picked up the cookie tray. "Well, we probably should be off to the ballroom. We don't want to be late for the gathering."

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"I understand."

Before he could embarrass himself further, he nodded. "You're right. Ladies first?" He smiles, extending his left arm in a courtly manner.

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Sif smiled.
"Why, thank you," she said, accepting his arm, and carefully balancing the cookies in her other hand as she led the way to the ballroom.