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Characters: Bres and Hanuman
Date/Time: May 1st.
Location: A room in L'Hotel de Jeu Ancien
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Likely language and perhaps attempted violence on Hanuman
Summary: Bres and Hanuman must work together to escape..without a potential homicide.

While it had been strangely liberating to remain in Fomorian form for so long, not to mention the time spent with Mab during it, it was a relief to finally be able to change back to his Tuatha form. It gave him a greater sense of peace-of-mind..well more peaceful given Bres' constant fluctuating mindset. Lately his thoughts were on the things said between him and Mab when their traits were removed..it was a lot to consider. He'd spent a lot of time thinking about it the previous night before falling asleep in his study-chair, so his clothes, while casual, were not nightclothes. Wait..if he'd fallen asleep in his study-chair..then how the hell did he wind up in a bed? He opened his eyes and stretched, only to notice the chain attached to his wrist. "What is this?" And then he noticed the chain was attached to another body sleeping in the bed. "Hey, wake up! I need answers!"

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"I was just trying to be considerate. Geez. Since you got all upset over the thought of a drunken liason." Rolling his eyes, Hanuman gripped the chain close to the connection at his wrist and tried to twist it loose with a sudden jerk. That failed and only served to put a momentary ache into his wrist before his body quickly recovered. "Ugh, this sucks," he muttered and it was unclear just which aspect he was referring to.

He scratched his head again. "Okay, so your changing thing didn't work, my super strength didn't work, and I'm betting there's no bolt cutters around here so... Let's just try to get out of here and see if anyone else is around and if they have a key." Without waiting for agreement, Hanuman spun on his heel and started towards the door. His higher level strength belied his lean form and his movement actually jerked Bres after him to some degree.

Unfortunately, the doorknob didn't turn under Hanuman's hand. "Well... Fuck."

Bres wasn't paying attention until he suddenly felt himself abruptly pulled along. "WHy you little..!" He growled indignantly, suddenly beginning to transform again, this time not stopping.

"Oh, knock it off. I'm just trying to get us out of here." Hanuman did not seem in the least bit concerned with either Bres' rage or his metamorphosis. Instead he simply jabbed a thumb at the door. "It's locked, man, and I just gave it a really good jerk. So, not only are we handcuffed together but we're also locked in here and that's going to get really old really fast."

Bres really wasn't listening by this point. Now in full Fomorian form, Bres reached over to grab Hanuman by the back of the neck. "You'd be wise not to irritate me." The look in Bres' eyes seemed to shift between calm..and not quite sane.

With an agile squirm and twist that seemed to suggest he had no bones to speak of, Hanuman wriggled out of Bres' grip. He landed heavily and turned to glare at the other godling. "Chill the fuck out, Bres," he snapped. "This isn't my idea of fun either but the door is beyond locked and we're chained together so pull it together and help me come up with something useful."

Bres clenches his teeth, breathing out his nose. "First off, don't tell me what to do. It does not help our situation." Another calming breath. "Second, let's try pushing it open together," Bres suggested, sounding calmer.

"Okay, deal." Waiting for Bres to come up beside him, Hanuman settled his hands flat on the door. "Do you want to count?"

Bres nods, placing his own hands on the door. "On 3."

"Right. Okay." Hanuman faced the door and gritted his teeth. He felt the strength coiled in his muscles, waiting to get out, and he reveled in it even as he hated that his first real time with powers happened here. "Ready when you are."

"Very well. One..two..three!" And Bres presses hard on the door.

Hanuman threw all of his weight and strength into the push, grunting at the effort. Unfortunately, nothing happened and he pulled his hands away and stepped back with a vicious curse. "Not cool, man. So not cool."

Bres growled and slammed a fist into the door. Nothing. "That is..vexing. Than I suppose our way out is something less..obvious."

"I'll say." Hanuman took another small step back but stopped without thinking before he stretched the chain too far. He rubbed at the back of his head. Then he rubbed at his nose. Everything was feeling a bit twitchy and it wasn't just the energy and power flowing through is body. He paused, blinked, and rubbed at his nose again. Well, that felt different.

"Uh, hey, I can't see the mirror from this angle," he began, "so do you think you can tell me if I have a tail now or something. Maybe look like a big old monkey even."

Bres meanwhile had shifted back to his own form as he focused on thinking on a possible solution to their problem. He turned back to Hanuman, and raised an eyebrow. It was the only indication he gave at the young man's new form. "Yes. yes you do>"

Despite the situation, Hanuman broke into a huge grin and bounced a bit on the balls of his bare feet. "Wow, that's amazing. It's never happened before. I mean, I figured it was weird but thought maybe it was because of coming back all human for a while there but..."

He trailed off as if catching a shift in the air, the line of Bres' temper. He shrugged. "I should have always been a monkey," he explained simply. "But I didn't know if I was broken. Anyway, first things first. We want to get out of here and get unchained from each other." He lifted the chain and peered at it curiously. "It looks so normal but you can't break it and I can't break it and it seems rude for it to be so short."

"I've heard stranger things," Bres replied simply regarding Hanuman's monkey revelation. "Perhaps there is more to the chain than simply unbreakability."

"Probably," Hanuman agreed readily. "I've never been kidnapped before so you're the expert here. Does Gaia usually give us a check list or something that she wants us to do? Or is she doing this to get us out of the way of something else?" He looked around the room vaguely. "It's not a dive of a place at all but it's not somewhere I want to be trapped, no offense. I'm not seeing any neon signs pointing to a rabbit hole out of here, though...It doesn't make sense to just drop us here for no reason."

"If we were to be given any information about what we are supposed to do, than the hotel's manager, Nigel, would have already told us." Then a lightbulb goes off in Bres' head. "Is there a phone in here? Like what one would use for room-service?"

Without thinking twice, Hanuman spun around to look for the instrument. The chain between them gave a slight jerk but it did not pull Bres off balance,luckily. In fact, it seemed to have increased by a few precious inches.

In addition to the chain, Hanuman himself seemed to be receding back into his more customary face. Whatever energy had bubbled to the surface during the attempts at the door and the growling with Bres went back into chill-mode.

Pointing with his free hand, Hanuman indicated a small old-fashioned black phone on the one night stand. "Do you want to do the honors? Since you know Nigel?"

Bres shrugged. "I don't know him any better than you do. Go ahead. Just be careful on what you say," Bres warned. "The construct has power of his own and can make things even more inconvenient if he chooses to."

"Gotcha. I'll keep that in mind and be extra-nice. I'll even avoid using slang and I won't curse once." Despite his promise, Hanuman still pulled a wry comic face as he waited for Bres to move enough to allow him to get to the phone. Picking it up and bringing it to his ear, he felt strangely comforted that there was a dial tone, at least.

After he had tried a few numbers, however, he sighed. No outside lines, each one taking him to the front desk which he promptly disconnected. For the final time, though, he let it ring out and waited for this mysterious Nigel to answer.

Bres for his part just sits casually, studying the chain for anything unusual.

"Uh, hey! Hi! I'm Javi, er, Hanuman... Yeah. Yes... Yes, I'm in a room with Bres... Oh, well, sure. He's fine... Yes, I think we both slept well... The thing is..." Hanuman trailed off as the man on the other end of the line clearly went into a monologue of some sort.

Finally, there was a pause and Hanuman rushed to fill it. "Yes, that's great and all but what we were really wondering is how can we get out of the cuffs and how can we get out of our room. Not that it's not a nice room and I'm glad you were so considerate about the size of the bed and the dresser drawers and all but... Uh huh... Oh... Okay."

Making a face, Hanuman hung the phone up again.

"Let me guess: Nigel was his usual forthcoming self."

"Is he always a big old say-nothing douche-nozzle?"