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Characters: Ariadne and Sita
Date/Time: May 1st.
Location: A room in L'Hotel de Jeu Ancien
Rating: TBD
Warnings: None yet
Summary: Ari and Sita meet under unusual circumstances.

Ugh, another day. More work to be done. Ariadne sighed and forced herself to wake up.

Well... heck. This wasn't her apartment. And... since when were there women in her bed chained to her? Ari groaned.

"I'm going to try and pretend this is all a bad dream..."

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Sita obligingly followed as Denise got out of the bed. She was pretty new at this stuff and honestly had no idea what she was supposed to be looking for. It wasn't like there was a puzzle in the room, sitting there helpfully waiting to be put together.

"Who's Nigel?"

"He's the only apparent employee of the hotel. He doesn't own it, but he works the front desk and whatnot," Ariadne explained.

"And I am seriously not seeing anything in here that indicates what we're supposed to be doing. Or finding anything really to eat. Stuff to make coffee, sure, but not actual food," she sighed. "I dunno--you want some coffee?"

Sita shrugged. "I guess." She didn't drink coffee that often, but she was a college student. Drinking coffee happened sometimes.

"Here, let me make it. You sound hungry--call...Nigel and see if he can bring us anything. Or maybe give us a key for this." She jiggled her wrist and the cuff attached to it.

"I doubt it's that easy, but sure, why not, maybe he'll actually be useful for once," Ariadne said, reaching for the phone and dialing down to the front.

"Nigel? Is that you? ...yes, it's me. Listen, there's nothing to eat here in the room... Could we trouble you for some room service breakfast? ...yes, that'll be fine, thanks. Oh, and if you have a spare handcuff key, could you bring that? ...yeah, right. Very funny. Well, thanks anyway."

She looked to Sita.
"No can do on the key, apparently, but we'll have some food here in a little bit."

While Denise had been talking, Sita had been busy with the coffee. She nodded in response to the news about the key, but didn't turn, rummaging instead in a cupboard and coming up with two mugs.

"Here's the coffee," she said, handing one of the mugs to Denise.

She glanced around then sat back down on the bed, unsure of what else to do. She sipped at her coffee. "I guess we wait for the food..."

"Thanks," Ariadne said, fixing up the brew to her liking.

"Nigel's usually pretty prompt. Annoying, but prompt. Honestly, I'm surprised he hasn't been more forthcoming on information. The first time we were here, he gave a whole presentation on what was going on."

Sita raised her eyebrows. "Wow." Had she been processing better, she would have reasoned that the two situations were probably very different if this Nigel was acting differently. However, reasoning wasn't really happening right now.

Instead, she looked at Ariadne and went for the polite conversation route instead. "So, where are you from?"

"Connecticut, originally. Went to MIT. After I graduated, I eventually found a job working for a computer game company and so I moved out near Seattle, and I've stayed there since," she explained, "How about you?"

"Maine. I'm at Berkeley now, though. Pre-med, probably."

"That's cool. We need more science girls. Are you a freshman, then?" Ariadne asked.

"Sophomore. Which I guess means that's more of a pre-med definitely, but I like to think my options are still open."

((Sorry for the delay! RL has been insane.))

((The real life monster is fierce and hungry, I know))

"Up until graduation, anyway," Ariadne joked, "Of course, these days, haven't most schools technically removed the pre-professional majors? I mean, you can still be labeled pre-medicine, pre-veterinary, pre-law, whatever, but that doesn't count as an actual major at a fair number of schools anymore. Like, we have a guy in our pantheon who's pre-law, but his official major is political science, if I recall right."

"So... what's your plan on the pre-med? Planning to go into any particular area of the medical field?"

Sita nodded. "Yeah, it's more the intention of going into medical school. I'm basically on the biochem route. As for the future...pediatrics maybe? I'm not really sure though."

Ariadne tapped her lips thoughtfully.
"Well, we do have a very kind gentleman in the Greek pantheon who's one of the world's top medical minds. If you ever have questions, I'm sure Dr. Oram would be happy to help."

"Oh," Sita said, the small exclamation of surprise escaping before she could stop herself. She hadn't thought about the networking possibilities that this whole thing might offer.

"Who is he? In the Greek pantheon, I mean." She hoped that wasn't a rude thing to ask.

"Asclepius, god of medicine. One of Apollo's sons," Ariadne explained, "He lives in Seattle. Probably the nicest guy in our entire pantheon."

"It makes sense that he's a doctor, then," Sita said, smiling a little. "I might get in touch with him." If/when we get out of this mess, she added silently.

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