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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]

Date: 2011-08-05 07:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nina-drake.insanejournal.com
"Ow!" She frowned as she bumped into a table leg, reaching down to rub at her shin. "What in bloody hell is going on?!"

Date: 2011-08-05 07:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ieter-amumon.insanejournal.com
"Are you all right, Miss Drake?" the doctor asked, offering an arm. "Do be careful. Looks like we're being kicked out."

Date: 2011-08-05 07:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nina-drake.insanejournal.com
She put her hand on his arm, limping slightly. Really. It was just a bruise but that had been her shin against wood!

"Wonderful. It's about time."

Date: 2011-08-05 07:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ieter-amumon.insanejournal.com
"Mine's right in front of you, mate," Asclepius said. "...if you like, Miss Drake, I can take a look at your leg once we're in better light. Sounded like it might leave something of a nasty bruise."

Date: 2011-08-05 04:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nina-drake.insanejournal.com
She made a face at the bellhop and, leaning on Asclepius, set her key on the counter with a hmph.

"I doubt that will be necessary, thank you." She turned a tight smile to Asclepius. "If we're going home I'll put some ice on it."

Date: 2011-08-05 10:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ieter-amumon.insanejournal.com
"I'll be pleased to escort you, Miss Drake," Asclepius said, steadying her as they went to wait with the rest of the godlings.

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