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[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

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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[roseredheart.insanejournal.com]

"Um, excuse me?" Erato asked, walking into the area, "I've lost power to my room, and my key isn't working... Is everything ok?"

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

"Just fine, dear." Even she only got a smile by loose definition only from him. "Perfectly in fact. Now, if you would, your key?"

[roseredheart.insanejournal.com]

"Oh, we're leaving already? Okay..." she said, handing over the card. "I guess I thought it'd be longer."

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

He took the key with that bland smile then turned to replace it in its letterbox. "The establishment believes that all of you have quite enough to do that cannot be done here. If you would please, join the others...?"

[roseredheart.insanejournal.com]

"All right. Thank you," she said, and meekly went over to join the other godlings.

[akhilles-heel.insanejournal.com]

Achilles stepped over after catching a glimpse of Erato from the corner of his eye. He didn't particularly wish to interact, his mind was much too busy in thought, but a part of him vied for her safety.

He looked down on her softly, no hand or action to present any contact, but he gave her a warm look. "Are you well, little Muse?" he asked.

[roseredheart.insanejournal.com]

Erato was startled for just a moment when she heard him come up behind her, but she smiled back just as warmly.

"Yes, I'm all right. It's just a little dark, nothing to worry about. Thank you for being concerned, though," she said, and she gently took his hand.

[aegletes.insanejournal.com]

From across the room, Apollo noticed that Achilles had sought out the company of his little Muse. Still, she seemed happy to see him, so the Sun God decided not to interfere directly.

Nonetheless, he caught Achilles' eye and gave him a wordless but unmistakable warning: I'm watching you.

[akhilles-heel.insanejournal.com]

Achilles ignored that look. He had a strong aversion to the god that used mortal men to bring down a hero such as himself. Jealousy perhaps? Scared of what this one mortal could have done had his glory not ended so soon?

Achilles put a soft hand against Erato's back, refusing to let some arrogant sun god take him down again. And for what this time? The kind gesture to the Muse? He had done nothing to discredit her, or himself.

[roseredheart.insanejournal.com]

Erato blushed a little to feel his touch at her back.
"I'm going to miss you when we go back," she said softly.