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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]

Comments

[asteroid30.insanejournal.com]

Celeste dug it out of her bag. "Time to leave? You could have posted a checkout time... but maybe not, since this place doesn't seem to have clocks."

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

He nipped her key from her, wrinkled his nose then whirled around to replace it in the letterbox.

"Check out time is whenever the establishment decides, dear. Do join the others."

[asteroid30.insanejournal.com]

"This place really doesn't rely much on repeat visits, does it?"

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

"Oh trust me, my dear." He turned that flat smile back to her. "If the establishment wishes the wonderousness that is your patronization rest assured it will happen."

[asteroid30.insanejournal.com]

"Well, at least I got my money's worth out of this."

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

"Oh that's very clever." He flapped a hand at her. "Go wait with the others."

[asteroid30.insanejournal.com]

"Right."