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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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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.