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Any entries earlier than this were pre-reboot.
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In the Nexus hotel lobby, the grand tree had been bedecked with a multitude of bright and colorful decorations made by guests. This morning, presents of all shapes and sizes were piled beneath the boughs, and every guest would find something there just for them.

The formal unwrapping event began at 8 that morning, with guests invited to bring their own gifts to exchange, find a place around the tree, and join in the festivities. Staff circulated with breakfast nibbles and cups of warm cider, eggnog, and cocoa, and there were plenty of throw pillows and blankets to snuggle into while watching the bows and paper fly.
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Outside of the Nexus Hotel, waiters and hotel staff had begun to set up the umbrellas and the tables in the middle of the day. Soon, it became clear that something was happening in the shadow of the Nexus. White tablecloths were draped on the tables and drinks and food were brought out with the help of several waiters and servers, staffing tables with hot and cold foods beside bartending stations. Summery drinks in bright, neon colors are laid out one by one and soon, the afternoon light casts a radiant look on the scene.

Music plays faintly in the background and a note at the front desk invites all the Nexus guests to head outside and join in on the summer party, which promises to continue going as long as there are people to stay and continue keeping the warm atmosphere rolling.

On the lawn, social games had been set out -- lawn bowling, croquet, and tables were set up with chairs for anyone who didn't quite have the will or the spirit to get into such games. Soon, a small number of people had begun to mill around, but as with all parties, there's always room for more.

Jun. 5th, 2014 12:00 pm
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Loki had slept for days. His last year had not been very restful, but it had been operating the Tesseract - finally convincing it to open a doorway for him - that had truly taken it out of him. Once he had rid himself of Natasha and made sure his room was secure, he had gratefully fallen into bed and slept.

The quiet of his hotel room, so much more calming and closed in than the silence of deep space (which was not, really, silence; in reality there had been a low hum, at all times, imperceptible to his ears but filling up his head) made for a much better environment for sleep. For food, not so much. And as it could not be said that the Chitauri and their compatriots were restful folk, they were certainly not inclined to banquets either.

Loki usually ate often enough that food was mainly for pleasure - he did not crave sustenance quite so often as others, no doubt a trait easily handled by a member of a starving race - but now his body was ravaged, and while sleep had been the first step it certainly wasn't the last. He had bathed, changed out of his armour and into softer clothes which were still very reminiscent of Asgard, and after much deliberation secured the sceptre in a locked safe situated under his floorboards. Handy, how his quarters always supplied him with what he needed; hopefully, they wouldn't turn on him, at least not for the time he needed away. Only Natasha knew he had it, and if she wanted to tell others, that was her; he wouldn't help spread the word just yet with his own actions.

He would have gone to the Smoking Room, to see if Ruby was still around, but the bar didn't provide the amount of food Loki knew he would need to start recovering. So now he was at a table in the Bistro, with a bottle of wine, working on the first of what would undoubtedly be many courses. When hungry, he had an appetite that could rival Volstagg's, though each movement he made was calm, composed, almost sedate. Ravenous he was, in a hurry he was not. Everything was under control.

[Loki just experienced a yearlong canon jump, though slightly altered due to his interactions in the hotel affecting his character. He's a little unpredictable and sharp, but probably too tired to bite, so feel free to have dinner with him ;)]
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While the thought of Bucky and the continued fruitlessness of his search for the man weighed heavy on him, there was little different in the routine Steve had taken up in being reintroduced to the hotel. Rising at dawn for a quick, but calorie-laden breakfast, the usual morning run out on the grounds for endurance, time in the gym for strength and flexibility, followed by the insistent growl of his stomach that demanded he rush through his shower before heading back to the Bistro for a second breakfast. All simple, already familiar, and done before nine in the morning.

What was neither simple nor familiar was what happened when he stepped out of the shower with no thought other than that he needed to towel off and dress before he could go out and public to sate the near constant hunger in his belly. He dried his hair with a quick scrub of a towel, wrapped the towel around his hips and padded through the door between bathroom and bedroom with every intention of following exactly that plan. He did not, however, intend on stumbling, thrown suddenly off balance by the length of his legs and the width of his hips and the entirely unfamiliar balance of his body.

He crashed unceremoniously to his hands and knees, shaking his head against the disorientation only to find a cloud of blonde hair in his face. Even as he swept it back with a pass of his hand, wondering at the length of that hair as it fell long past his shoulders, he found himself staring at the delicate and most assuredly feminine hands he held out before him.

Steve looked down at his body as he knelt on the floor, only to just as suddenly jerk his head back up as he flushed red with embarrassment, pulling at the towel around his (too round) hips until it covered him more...more, just more. He didn't want to think of what or how it covered him. There he scrambled for his clothes, hurriedly trying to find something of the too large, wrongly fitted things that could fit over the shape of this too body. A shirt that fell to the top of his thighs and swamped him, a pair of boxers rolled at the waist to fit less precariously, a leather jacket he zipped up over the unfamiliar terrain of his chest, and Steve rushed out the door in the hopes of finding someone he knew or someone who could fix...whatever this was.
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Another job well done, if Sif said so herself. This had been a hard one, considering what it uncovered within her; however, Lorelei was back in her cell where she belonged, and all was well for the moment. Sif was relieved that Midgard was once again safe from misguided Asgardians, and that she could now be alone with her own thoughts - or proceed with the attempt to wipe Lorelei's words from her mind. They kept playing back, however, over and over again.

It was frustrating, to say the least. Sif began walking faster through the doors and hallways of the palace, fully intent on dropping a word of recent developments in the barracks and then ending up in her quarters, where she would draw hot bath and try to wash it all away.

Instead, upon pushing open the door to the barracks, she found herself...elsewhere. Stopping, Sif looked around, took a few steps back without fully closing the door, then opened it widely again. These were not the barracks in Asgard. This was nowhere she had ever been and, she was sure, nowhere Heimdall might send her to as a prank. Firstly because he absolutely wasn't the pranking type, and secondly because she would have felt it.

If Loki wasn't dead Sif might even suspect one of his tricks, illusions, special bloody portals - whatever he was experimenting with at the moment. He liked his tricks, some more harmful than others. And once in a blue moon, depending on their seriousness, Sif wasn't all too bothered by them. But that wasn't it either, was it?

Armed with her shield in front of her, and pulling loose her sword with a wrist movement, Sif clicked so it would stretch and began walking, leaving the door behind. It was unfortunate, however, because once she looked back at it it was gone. "This is ridiculous!" She protested, making her way slowly down the richly decorated hallway. "Hello? I demand to know what is happening here!" She called out, a warning more than a demand. Because things would start to break if she did not get her answers.
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March 3, 2014 | The Gardens

Loki and Frigga discuss magic, the past, and much that has occurred in the noble house of Odin.

All Ages / Complete

Feb. 18th, 2014 06:16 am
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6 February 2014 | Nexus Hotel

Thor is found by someone thought lost forever.

In Progress/All Ages

Feb. 16th, 2014 03:41 pm
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That there seemed to be immediate threat in the hotel was something that encouraged Frigga greatly. She still found the make up of it strange and kept idly trying to piece together what power could draw people so freely from across time and worlds. She tried to not let herself worry overly much. Preparing for a future hurt was one thing, but mindlessly obsessing over what could not change was another. She did not know how to get back home, and had no intention of leaving Loki and Thor here alone, grown though they might be.

She took the afternoon to look through the gardens about the hotel, something that calmed her greatly. She saved the greenhouse for last and couldn't help but feel almost at home here. The humidity cause her hair to curl more than usual, mussing into her face, but she didn't mind. She walked slowly through the plants and flowers, pleased to see that there was so much life growing here.

"Do you know who tends such matters here?" she asked by way of idle conversation. She wouldn't mind a garden of her own as long as she stayed at the hotel.

Feb. 12th, 2014 03:31 pm
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Hiccup was plenty used to weird. After all, he’d grown up amongst vikings too stubborn to move away from their inhospitable spit of dragon-infested land. Then he’d lived three years on a magic island that was prone to changing at a whim as it played host to gods, men, and manifestations of insanity.

This? This was a whole new level of weird.

Not the breakfast bar. That was fine. In fact, it was really good, especially the ready supply of bacon. The change of location was the strange part, as well as the change of faces that came with it. Wandering the hall, Hiccup had seen a few familiar and unfamiliar faces alike. The lack of recognition or population made it pretty obvious this wasn’t the Island in one of its changeable moods, but that only answered one of several questions as he mulled over his toast, eggs, and coffee.

When he’d arrived in the lobby this morning, he’d been readily presented with a hotel key that unlocked a very big, luxurious bedroom as well as a new smartphone. It was as if this place, wherever it was, had plans to keep him here for the long haul. He wasn’t sure if he was particularly thrilled about the change, but never let it be said that he wasn’t adaptable if necessary.

Wrapping up some more bacon in a napkin for Toothless, he stood up, neatly avoiding a collision with someone else with the same idea. “Sorry! Excuse me!”

Feb. 3rd, 2014 11:05 pm
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February 3, 2014 | The Nexus

Frigga enters the hotel and immediately finds Loki.

Low. Just some Loki sadness.

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