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Characters: Poseidon and Medusa
Date/Time: After check-in
Location: Bar of the Hôtel Jeu Ancien
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: Poseidon needs a stiff drink and a reason to not drive a crack up the hotel wall.

No internet save the boards, no phone service and he was ready to ring the bellhop's neck if he didn't get more answers than this. He had things to think about, people to maim, and bones to break if nothing more was revealed. Twenty years ago he could have easily taken advantage of the time away and tracking down the first bitch to screw, but he had a daughter. While Poseidon wasn't dad of the year, he certainly wasn't a good father, but he held a sense of affection for that fifteen year-old brat. She'd tucked herself into that softer side that was reserved for so few people, and to know he had no way of getting in touch with her made him explosive.

The ground shook as he walked toward the bar in a new suit that had been laid out in his room. Right now he was ready to stretch necks as he approached the bar. If that bellhop was also the bartender he'd drag him face down across the counter. Nigel had mentioned that others were there, but he wasn't in the mood to have even noticed Medusa heading down the same hallway as he turned the corner.

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[solid-gaze.insanejournal.com]

She wasn't in a much better mood than Poseidon was. She apparently didn't even warrant a room off of the ground floor! There were responsibilities she had to the zoo! Her assistant would never be able to handle those snakes on his own.

Damn it!

She felt the floor rattling beneath her heels and recognized it immediately for what it was. She swore under her breath as she stopped in place and slowly turned around to look behind her. "Great."