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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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"Ordinarily, I'd be an advocate of 'ladies first,' but to err on the side of caution, I think Fire should be opposite Water," Apollo said, and he took his place in the third spot.

"My turn," Ariadne said, mostly to herself, as she took the fourth space.

She was almost blinded by the light that flared out from the door frame once she was in place.

"...Well, I'll be," she said.

The flash had almost overwhelmed Gawain's light-sensitive eyes, but he managed to remain collected. Once his eyes had adjusted, he glanced up from under the brim of his fedora to see Nimue and Asclepius looking expectantly at him from inside the lobby.

He motioned for them to step through the newly opened portal ....

"Come, Miss Drake. Our friend awaits," Asclepius said, carefully guiding her toward the space, "Let's go home."

Asclepius led her to the revolving door and she couldn't help but pause a moment from a case of the nerves. They only had Nigel's word that this would get them home, but there seemed to be only one way to find out.

She took a couple of deep breaths, looked up at her escort then nodded and stepped into one of the chambers with him. They had to do a bit of a mince step to keep from having the panel behind them from whapping them in their heels, but then the portal was in front of them.

"Geronimo." She muttered that under her breath just before they stepped out of the revolving door and into the portal...

Sif was next. She gestured to her Norse brethren, her smile inviting.

He looked to Tyr and gestured him to go first. He'd like to make sure all of his people were through before him.

"In for a penny," he said to himself as he followed Odin's direction. Oh well, he smiled to himself upon approaching Sif, at least he'd be in good company.

"I miss you already," Sif said as Tyr joined her. "Promise you'll be in touch, ok?" She gave him a warm hug.

He smiled, hugging her back with his good arm. "I promise," he vowed firmly. I gotta a lot of vacation days saved. I'd wouldn't mind finally using some to visit Chicago sometime."

"Oh, please do! And you're welcome to bring your daughter, if you want. I love kids. I keep a supply of free cookies behind the counter just for the little ones. You take care." Sif gave him an extra squeeze.

"Bring Tina to a bakery? You'll be lucky to have anything left. She loves cookies." He smiled back, already missing the feeling of holding her. "I will, and we will stay in touch, I promise."

"Okay. Just let me know when you're coming," she said, and sent him on his way through the portal.

Apollo was next. "Okay, whose turn is it?" he asked, sweeping his arm in a grand gesture to invite someone in.

Medusa saw an opportunity present itself and she smirked, shooting a quick glance over her shoulder at Poseidon and the bitch then stepped forward. Her smirk became that alluring smile she can manage so well and her heels gave her a hip rolling stride without any effort on her part.

"Come on, sweetheart. Get me home."

"Absolutely, my dear," Apollo said, beaming at her, "Anything for the lovely lady."

"Though I'm rather sorry I don't get to go along with you," he murmured much more softly as he ushered her into the space.

She turned a knowing smirk up to the sun god as she needlessly walked close to him through the door, a throaty chuckle purring out from her. "Next time, sugar. But come by the zoo sometime and you can make it up to me."

Oh this was sure to piss Poseidon off! Two could play the Flirting with the Pretty People game.

Apollo very lightly touched her back under the seeming premise of guiding her into place, but then delicately traced down the length of her spine.

"A most intriguing invitation," he said, whispering to her, "I'll be sure to do just that the next time I'm in New York." He oh-so-casually let his hand come to rest low on the curve of her hips.

That light touch was such a contrast to Poseidon's that it sent a small shiver chasing over her skin. She grinned up at Apollo, making sure he got a good sense of how well she could move those curves of hers.

The door turned, opening their chamber to the portal and she turned to face inward, kissing her fingertips then blowing on them as she backed into the portal, disappearing.

Ariadne was next.
"Okay! Next person, come on up!" she chirped.

Ariadne's enthusiasm was contagious. Gawain laughed and said, in his best carnival hawker voice, "Hurry, hurry! Step right up to the Godlings' Interdimensional Funhouse, where you can truly be, um, in your Element!"

Dionysus stepped up, still slightly unsteady-- though whether this was from the wine or nervousness, even he himself couldn't tell.

"I suppose I will," he said. Peering forward, he half-muttered "Don't suppose you can see where that portal goes, do you..."

"You're lucky there's glass between us!" Ariadne called back to Gawain playfully. She then turned to Dionysus.

"I'm afraid not. I trust it takes us back to wherever we came from."

"Right. Well. Okay." He took a deep breath to steady himself and slid into the chamber with Ariadne.

It was a tight squeeze, even though he wasn't particularly an imposing type. The two of them were pressed up against each other due to the confines of the door's chamber-- though, instead of feeling claustrophobic, he actually found her touch more than a little reassuring. Already he could feel himself starting to calm down, and he gave a half-chuckle.

"I don't mean to be a fraidy-cat. It's just that today's been so weird that... well, what new rock's gonna fall on my head, you know?" As they shuffled around to bring the chamber to face the portal, he looked Ariadne full in the face. "Listen... do me a favor, will you?"

"...what's the favor?" she asked.