The Ballroom Gathering

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

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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[enosichthon.insanejournal.com]

"I don't want your sympathy either." He was restless waiting for an answer as to what this all entailed. He didn't do well under someone else's command, not anymore, and Zeus wasn't around.

After a silent moment he jerked her hand back over slapping it down on his leg, his hand over top it. "Keep it there," she could dig those nails in all she wanted, he rather liked it. "Just keep away from the important parts if you want to get vicious." Someone needed to keep him grounded or there was no stopping him from being reckless.

[solid-gaze.insanejournal.com]

A slender brow had arched for that and she glanced at him somewhat bemused. Then she rolled her eyes and sighed, looking back to Nigel but didn't move her hand.