http://metemmods.insanejournal.com/ ([identity profile] metemmods.insanejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] metem_logs2011-08-03 06:59 pm

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Characters: All
Date/Time: Now
Location: Hôtel Jeu Ancien - Ballroom
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: Everybody out of the pool!



Word came to him that the godlings had dithered around enough. It was time for them to go home and get on with it. Right! Nigel had his orders and he was nothing if not efficient.

He took the initiative to put into play Evacuation Protocol #57. Everything in his guests' rooms suddenly ceased to work. Lights went out. Televisions and computers turned off on their own. Even the water taps stopped functioning, and all of it suddenly. If they were outside of their room their key no longer opened doors, except for those of the elevator bay and then the elevators would take them only to the lobby.

He straightening the cap on his head, smoothed the lapels of his jacket then brushed imaginary lint from his sleeves. He was prepared for the ensuing confrontations.


[*lyrics: Semisonic - Closing Time]

[identity profile] lefthandofwar.insanejournal.com 2011-08-06 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I was wondering how long it would take before you decided to move this along," Tyr said as he arrived. He pulled his key from his shirt pocket. "So contrary to what you said about time meaning nothing here, our host is in a hurry after all."

[identity profile] lefthandofwar.insanejournal.com 2011-08-06 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Tyr nodded in understanding. "I know what that's like. I spent a lot of time doing what my superiors told me with no explanation forthcoming. Doing my job without question. I know what a hassle it can be," Tyr said with a sympathetic smile. "Take care of yourself, Nigel."

Tyr turned to join Odin and Sif.