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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]

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[akhilles-heel.insanejournal.com]

This throwing them around like pieces on a chess board was enough to get the young warrior annoyed and on his arrogant side. The look on his face was stone when he approached the ballroom.

"This the closing ceremony, or are you still playing games?" he asked Nigel with an abrupt tone.

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Nigle's brows lifted slightly. "I assure you, sir, that there is not nor was there ever a ceremony and I rarely play games as the establishment has seen to it that my expertise in strategy renders me a superior opponent. It is simply time for you to turn in your key and return to your home."

To that matter he held out his hand.

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Achilles seemed pleased to hear that, though his face still held a stoic expression. He fished out the key from his pocket and handed it over to Nigel.

"Is home really ever home," he said as the key landed in the bellhop's hands and stepping aside.