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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[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

Arm in arm with Tyr, Sif swept gracefully into the ballroom, still carrying the tray laden with two dozen chocolate chip cookies.

"Good evening, everyone," she said amiably, "Would anyone like a cookie?"

[lefthandofwar.insanejournal.com]

Tyr let go of Sif's arm so she could use both hands. He also mentally prepared for the onslaught of people wanting cookies.

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

Sif smiled.
"Oh, look, Odin's here too," she murmured, pointing out the Allfather.

[lefthandofwar.insanejournal.com]

"You're right," he says looking at the figure Sif's point to. "Should we go over there?"

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

"We certainly could, if you like," Sif said. "Besides, it looks like there's a table over there where I could put the cookies down, instead of carrying them around like a cocktail waitress."

[lefthandofwar.insanejournal.com]

He laughed ligthly at that. "Sure, let's go sit down then." He secretly hoped Odin din't bring up what they had discussed on the boards. He was having a hard enough time keeping his feelings repressed as it was.

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

"Sounds like a plan to me," Sif agreed.