The Ballroom Gathering

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Characters: All
Date/Time: Now
Location: Hôtel Jeu Ancien - Ballroom
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!



All was in readiness. All of his guests were arrived and waiting, some more patiently than others. He anticipated quite a few reactions and a veritable bevy of questions. He was prepared.

He was testing out the slide projector while he waited for his guests to arrive in the ballroom, clicking through pictures of himself made specifically for this test. He paused on one of him before the front desk in a classic, male underwear model post yet still wearing his uniform. "Oh yes. One of my best."


[*lyrics: Kim Richey - A Place Called Home]

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[greengawain.insanejournal.com]

Even before he received the phone call informing him that the gathering was soon to start, Gawain had selected an outfit from his room's extensive closet. To indulge his love of 1940s noir, and to honor the ambiance of the hotel's foyer, he wore a gray three-piece suit and fedora.

Now he stood outside the ballroom doors and contemplated the imminent revelations. Dressing like a private eye always made him feel more confident. No matter what surprises Nigel or Nigel's superiors sent his way, he would be ready.

He opened the doors and stepped inside ....

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

"Ah!" He whirled around when he heard the doors and smiled, nodding to the knight. "Sir Gawain. Welcome. Have a seat."

[greengawain.insanejournal.com]

"Good evening, Nigel," he said, doffing his fedora. He then took a seat.

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"We will get started as soon as everyone arrives." He smiled tightly. "Meanwhile, feel free to mingle, introduce yourself, or there are refreshments on the side bar."