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Where the universe is concerned, Olaf doesn't generally question its choices. Bad things happen. Good things happen. Strange things happen, but usually it all fits together in the larger pieces of the puzzle. It's why he doesn't really do so much more than shrug when instead of walking into Mike's bar, he walks into a party in full swing where he doesn't recognize a single guest.

It's not like this is the first time it's happened to Olaf. Generally, him recognizing someone in a crowd full of people is usually a start. Still, he has learned to go with the stranger events in the universe and no one's died as a result of this little left turn, so he grabs the joint he'd tucked away behind his ear and drifts into the throng of people, observing the summer-like nature of the party from the vibrant drinks to the decorations to the clothes everyone's wearing. Really, this could very well still be Auckland for all he knows and whatever he took earlier had been laced stronger than usual, but Olaf's sort of getting the feeling there's more to it than that.

With no shoes and a Hawaiian shirt fit for a king, Olaf feels like he fits right into the breezy, summer theme of the party around him. He might not know how he got here, but Olaf's never turned down a good party. This one holds a great deal of promise.

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"I know that feeling," Martha said with a self-debasing smile. "Though it was more my dad having women trouble, for a while." Until things changed.

At that memory, she downed the rest of her drink. "Apparently the rooms here are free?" she said, which was not the invitation it may have sounded like. "I seriously don't understand how this place works."

"If they're free, then I shall be staying longer than expected," Olaf says, given how much he'd prefer that scenario to that of one where he's expected to pay rent or get up and go. He's not sure how that's fair. He's related to the family, but Michele and Ingrid are getting free lodging without even offering any god-related help.

Well, apart from Michele sitting on Mike's dick, that is. "Don't seek to understand. Only enjoy what you're given," he advises.

"I intend to," Martha replied. "I tend to, well, do what I like." She wasn't exactly ashamed of this, either, though she might have been a little ashamed about how she was looking down into her glass.

"Though I have a job," she noted. "A job that I should really get back to, though I was rotaed off tomorrow."

Olaf nods his head thoughtfully, reaching around him to pick up one more drink. "Well, if you're going to go, you might as well have one drink. The last thing you need is to walk away from your sudden summer party in a strange place without a good last memory," he advises.

"I was under the impression it wasn't very easy to get back home. Not sure if I'm going to make it for my next shift." This, oddly, didn't worry Martha as much as she expected it to, and she frowned a little to herself...

Before signalling a passing waiter for another round for both her and Olaf. He looked like he could handle it.

"I like to think that if you truly need to be somewhere and you're meant to be there, the universe will make it happen," Olaf says knowingly. "Of course, the cosmos can work in mysterious ways, but you should never second-guess it," he advises.

"I'm wondering if this isn't where the universe says I should be," replied Martha, "instead of the hospital. You sound like my friend, when you say stuff like that, you know. My time-travelling friend. All old and sage and wise."

"Well, I am very old. Occasionally sage. Never wise," Olaf replies, grinning and giving her a wink. "I feel like the best knowledge is out there and you just have to be ready to hear it. Then it hits you, like a meteor out of the sky," he insists.