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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[ieter-amumon.insanejournal.com]

Asclepius, still looking polished and profession, just minus the white coat, wasn't far behind her.

"Still holding up all right, Miss Drake?" he asked softly.

[nina-drake.insanejournal.com]

She glanced behind her to the good doctor and gave him a gentle smile. "I am doing the best that I can, thank you."

[ieter-amumon.insanejournal.com]

"Glad to hear it. Please let me know if you start feeling adversely, though, all right?" he said.

[nina-drake.insanejournal.com]

She gave him a grateful smile, touching his arm lightly. "Promise." She, of course, meant if she started feeling worse than she already did.

[ieter-amumon.insanejournal.com]

He gave her a relieved smile.
"Good. I'd hate to see anything unseemly happen to you." Asclepius laid a gentle hand over hers.