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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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[gladsheim-guy.insanejournal.com]

"Forget to sheath your claws during your romp?" His voice came from behind her and her behind got a pinch on his way past. He was having no troubles navigating in the dark and blithely put his key on the counter.

"About that time, huh?"

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

"Indeed." He rolled his eyes as he scooped up the godling's key then turned his gaze to Aphrodite. "The time has come, the walrus said and all that rot. Your key, please."

[venusingucci.insanejournal.com]

"Not mine, pet. Seth's," she said casually to Odin. "Why? Sorry it wasn't yours?"

Then she turned to Nigel, tapping her key on the counter. "A little warning you were going to do this was too much to ask?" she said.

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

His brows lifted as he eyed that tapping key. Then they went to the godling's face, suddenly not as impressed with her as he had been originally. Demanding things, godlings.

"The decision was not mine, my dear." He gave a smile as he held out his hand. "I but do as instructed."

[gladsheim-guy.insanejournal.com]

"Who's a snippy goddess in the morning?" Odin's voice was low and slightly mocking but he chuckled and patted Aphrodite on the shoulder on his way past to join the others.

[venusingucci.insanejournal.com]

"You'd know, wouldn't you," she quipped, before smiling at Nigel.

"Of course it wasn't your doing, dear. Though something tells me you're not exactly disappointed to have caught me like this," she said, lightly touching Nigel's jaw. Water still dripped slowly from her hair, the droplets sliding over her smooth skin and along the curves of her shoulders and breasts.

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

Whereas before that might have sent him straight into being a dithering idiot, now she might as well be touching a statue of cold marble. He neither smiled nor pulled away. His only action was to lift his hand, palm up.

"Your state of dress or lack thereof makes no nevermind to me, madam. Your key please."

[venusingucci.insanejournal.com]

Aphrodite's eyes flashed, but she left the key on the counter. There were others around more worth her attention.