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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.