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65th_victorFelicity and Finnick discuss the tracker that was in Finnick's arm.
Feb. 16th, 2014
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Feb. 16th, 2014 03:41 pmthe_allmotherThat 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.
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.
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Feb. 16th, 2014 08:09 pmiwillnotsettledownMacKenzie doesn't make a habit of going through the random doors all that often. She had dragged Will to Disneyland, true, but usually she's content to go back and forth from work to home and occasionally through the rabbit hole to the hotel where she and Will can escape for a little while. MacKenzie loves it. The hotel means there's a place where they can be well and truly alone and now that there's phones, it's not much different - they still can't get proper internet or cell signals and the phones here only serve to make it easier to find one another if they go out on their own.
It is, in a word, ideal. The perfect little hideaway.
Still, MacKenzie is curious about the doors even if she hardly ever goes through and when she finds one that's, honest to god, a gorgeous slalom course with fresh powder and all the Olympic-level gear she could ever want, she has to go in. MacKenzie has always loved to ski and it's not really something she can do with Will on account of his bad knee so she spends hours running the course, hitting the gates on every pass. There's people down there timing her and she slowly figures out this is an actual Olympics practice course and she's apparently entered. This would be strange except it feels perfectly natural, as if she's been training for this for ages. Huh. MacKenzie is sure she's never seen stranger but she's seen enough strange that she's willing to go with it.
She loads herself up in Team USA gear (including a particularly ridiculous sweater) and pushes her goggles back on her head, heading back through the door to the Nexus to find Will and drag him back here. If she's going to win an Olympic medal, she's going to have Will here to watch it. He's not the only athlete around here.
There's snow melting beneath her ski boots and into the fine carpet of the hotel corridor and beyond the door she can hear bells as spectators cheer on and she's one step in and one step out.
It is, in a word, ideal. The perfect little hideaway.
Still, MacKenzie is curious about the doors even if she hardly ever goes through and when she finds one that's, honest to god, a gorgeous slalom course with fresh powder and all the Olympic-level gear she could ever want, she has to go in. MacKenzie has always loved to ski and it's not really something she can do with Will on account of his bad knee so she spends hours running the course, hitting the gates on every pass. There's people down there timing her and she slowly figures out this is an actual Olympics practice course and she's apparently entered. This would be strange except it feels perfectly natural, as if she's been training for this for ages. Huh. MacKenzie is sure she's never seen stranger but she's seen enough strange that she's willing to go with it.
She loads herself up in Team USA gear (including a particularly ridiculous sweater) and pushes her goggles back on her head, heading back through the door to the Nexus to find Will and drag him back here. If she's going to win an Olympic medal, she's going to have Will here to watch it. He's not the only athlete around here.
There's snow melting beneath her ski boots and into the fine carpet of the hotel corridor and beyond the door she can hear bells as spectators cheer on and she's one step in and one step out.