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The Ballroom Gathering

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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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Nigel cleared his throat a number of times to get the attention of all of the guests then smiled, clasping his hands together once he saw everyone paying attention. “Well! Thank you all for coming.” Not that they had much of a choice, mind you, but he was trying to be polite. After all it wasn’t his fault they were all guests here at the moment. “As promised, answers as to why you have been brought to these hallowed halls are imminent.”

He pushed a button on a remote in his hand and the lights within the ballroom slowly dimmed, leaving the sconce lighting along the walls as the only source of illumination and that not much. He switched to a remote on a cord leading to the slide projector, turning on the bulb which turned the wall across to bright white. Pushing the button clicked through some blank slides as he spoke.

“Through the ages mankind has feared the dark and the unknown. Whether by their own creation or divine intervention entities arrived to either guide man through their fears or prove to them that there were reasons for it.”

He clicked and an image came into view on the wall. “Odin (http://www.crystalinks.com/odin.jpg) and the gods, and goddesses of Asgard.” He clicked to the next. “Zeus (http://www.freethoughtpedia.com/images/Zeus.jpg)…uh, who isn’t here and the Olympians.” Another slide. “Ra. (http://liberallifestyles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Ra-6.png)” He sighed. “Also missing, but the Egyptians are represented.” He nodded in Seth’s direction then clicked the button, and more slides went as he named them. “The Celts. The Far East. Nowhere on that big blue marble was there not a deity to see man through his mortal coil.”

The next slide was white and Nigel stepped into the light so he could be seen as he continued. “That is until sometime during the last few centuries when one religious faction made a huge push and, not to mention a big mess.” He chuckled since none of the Judeo-Christian were represented at the moment. “The old gods weren’t needed anymore. Their worlds crumbled to dust as worship eventually ceased all together.” He gave a simpering chuckle and smile. “But I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know.”

He held up a finger in a But Wait There’s More gesture and clicked the button to show a map of the United States. “Until now! All of you find yourselves not just back in existence but aware and able to tap into the powers you had way back in the day.” He got a shifty little grin on his face. “There is a reason for this.” He started pointing at individuals as he listed things off. “Asgard. Olympus. Avalon. All of them exist still!”

"This is all fantastic beanpole, but get to the fucking point already." They weren't here for a history lesson or the reason they died out of power. They were here all dressed up and he wanted answers. Now. "What the fuck is this place already. You've got us all here, ready to go so spill." The ground tremored beneath them as his temper flared. He had a kid to think of and damn if he'd be stuck in some shithole without any idea where she was or what she was doing.

He blinked at Poseidon seemingly unaffected by the little display of power then got a patronizing smile on his face.

"This place? Why, it is a hotel of course." Light flickered over his eyes as if the slide projector's bulb was about to die and the smile changed to something a little less vapid and more feral.

"This place has been in existence since before any of you. Even those who are not here. And it will continue to exist when you are forgotten. Again. So try to have a little respect, hmm?"

Poseidon was a show off when it came to what he was able to do, and he was angry. The combination made for that groaning noise against the hotel's brace but yet she did not fall. It made Poseidon come forward gripping his hand around Nigel's collar and slamming him against the project image on the wall.

"Where the fuck is my kid?" he said through gritted teeth. He had no sense of time anymore and that overbearing control was gone.

Nigel thumped against the wall, his feet a good six inches off the floor as he looked at the angry godling. His eyes darkened briefly then the godling was hit by a blast of pure force, sending Poseidon flying across the room to land before the double doors of the ballroom.

Nigel sighed, smoothed his lapels before tugging his sleeves into place then smiled patiently to the audience. "Any more questions before I move on?"

And now Seth realizes his patience had been rewarded. This "Nigel" was more than a mere manifestation. He also took note of Poseidon's abilities for future reference. One never knew when such things would be useful.

Hades slowly stood up. "Forgive my brother's impetuousness, but perhaps as a sign of good faith on your part you could answer his question. She is my niece afterall and I too would like to know she will be alright in her father's absence."

"Would that I could, sir." He hunched his shoulders up with a blithe look on his face. "But the truth is that I do not know. I was not made omniscient."

"Is there any way to look upon the mortal world from here?"

He sighed, a sound suggesting he was exerting great patience, then shook his head. "No. And if I might suggest that I be allowed to continue, it would expedite your return to the mortal world that much quicker."

Hades sighed, nodded, and resumed sitting, exerting patience of his own. He had tried, but apparently they'd have to sit through this.

That wasn't at all what he'd expected and he'd have every intention of jumping back in Nigel's face once he was on his feet. He stood on shaky legs straightening out his suit and heading into the crowd. He was fuming and deep down more bothered than he had been. Chelsea was his and nothing messed with that. Only he controlled her.

She had come up out of her chair when Poseidon was thrown across the room, darting for him a moment after he landed. So it was her that had a hold of his arm, helping him to stay on his feet and hissing to him under her breath.

"Idiot! Sit down and stay there."

He waved her off at first but when he glared in her direction her gaze stopped him. He growled under his breath. There was clear concern underlaying all that anger that had risen to the surface.

She got him to a chair and didn't quite shove him into it, keeping a hold of his arm. "He doesn't know. Going after him again and being smacked around won't change that. And if he doesn't know then he hasn't touched her so chill out!"

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Celeste raised her hand. Granted, her sense of reality had been stretched by the last couple of... however long she'd been here... but, well, that didn't mean she was going to blindly accept things.

Even though the projector was shining right in his face, he didn't miss the hand in the air. He smiled in her direction and pointed to her.

"Oh, how polite. Thank you, my dear. You have a question?"

"I'm no theologian, but there are still places where polytheism still is practiced," Celeste pointed out. "In the 'Far East', I mean -- Japan still has Shinto as a major religion, and India has Hinduism. And you didn't mention Africa at all." She didn't remember what China was up to, or Southeast Asia. What a time to be without Wikipedia. "Also, if you don't mind two questions... do you have any proof of this? I mean, I'll concede that today -- or however long we've been here -- has been an exercise in weirdness, but..."

... But there were ways to be weird without being reincarnated gods. And, even if they were -- which at least fit with the messages she'd been getting, and everyone else's beliefs -- why assume the weird hotel manager's theories were any better than anyone else's?

His lips twitched into a bit of a smirk as he spread his hands a bit, gesturing to his audience. "And you will notice that none of them are represented here."

For her question his brows lifted with a couple of blinks of his eyes. Immediately after they scanned over the assembled. She perhaps was not entirely awakened, but that wasn't his problem.

He got a patient, but condescending smile on his face as he looked back to Urania and clasped his hands together. "It is not the establishment's responsibility to instill faith. You either have it or you don't. And, as you will realize when I move things along, without faith you will not only accomplish nothing, but you will hinder your compatriots."

Dionysus considered that Nigel's explanation made a good deal of sense, not only to explain what had been going on with him this whole year, but a lot about his past as well. That would certainly explain that party at the Tri-Sigmas, he reflected. Or all of them, come to think of it.

Still, there was something here that didn't quite add up. Taking a fortifying gulp of his burgundy, he called out to Nigel. "So, tell me something-- you're such a hero, telling us all about what we are and where we can go. But what's in it for you?"

"For me?" He chuckled and held out one hand, the other placed to his chest as he shook his head. "The satisfaction of fullfilling my function, sir. I am but doing only what I was created for."

"He's not the true architect of what's been happening. My guess is he's simply a sentient manifestation of either this place or the one who moves us like pawns." Seth sighed in annoyance. "Likely he doesn't have the knowledge of why he's telling us these things, only that it's his purpose to do so."

"If your saying our ancient homes are still out there in some form..where are there?" Tyr asked trying to move this along. He had a daughter of his own. In fact, he was due to have her over tomorrow..at least he still believed that it was...damn this place was confusing.

"A very good question, sir." He pointed smartly at the godling with a pleased little smile then picked up the controller to the projector from where it fell during his scuffle.

"If you all would cast your eyes to the slides once more..."

"Better question," Asclepius chimed in, "What risks are we looking at to find them again? Something as powerful as our ancestral homes won't be just sitting out for anyone to find. They will be guarded in some fashion."

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