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[mcleod1592]

Date: April 12, 2003
Status: Public (Duncan McLeod, Joe Dawson, Loki) - complete
Setting: In front of the hotel/lobby
Summary: Two new guests arrive

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[leucemic_god]

Loki was on his way outside for some exercise that he had convinced himself would wake him up. More sleep? No, he definitely did not need more sleep.

He stopped short at the bottom of the stairs when he realised that there were two strangers in the lobby - and they felt human.

"Hello, can I help you?" he asked. "Are you lost?"

[mcleod1592]

Duncan looked the man who had just come down the stairs up and down. A redhead, without an Immortal's Aura. On the drive here, he had not been able to help but wonder if others of his kind had taken refuge in this hotel on Holy Ground, too. It promised to be a lot more comfortable than a monastery.

Not that he had any misgivings about the times he had spent taken a time-out from the Game in monestaries.

"No, Sir," Duncan said with the faintest trace of a Scottish accent in his voice. "We are quite right here. We reserved rooms."

[leucemic_god]

"Ah well, then you'll probably have to wait for Sister Mary," Loki explained. Of course the hotel had to have some human guests sometimes, if it was supposed to make any money. "I'm not sure where she is right now, though."

Then again. "I do know where she keeps the keys, though. Do you know your room numbers?"

[josephdawson]

"Well, McLeod?" Joe asked the Immortal. "You were the one doin' the callin' ahead."

[mcleod1592]

Duncan dug in the pockets of his trenchcoat until he found a crumpled bit of paper with some scribbling on it.

He smoothed it out until he could read the notes he had made. "106 is mine; and 203 his." He pointed at Joe. "Does that help?"

[leucemic_god]

"Sure," said Loki with a grin. "I'll just nick the keys and you can let yourselves in."

He went around the reception desk as he was too tired to hop over it and picked out the keys.

"There you go. 106 would be on the first floor 203 on the second. Stairs are right over there. ... Need some help with your bags? I've got nothing better to do." Maybe it would wake him up.

[josephdawson]

Joe glared at McLeod. "You did that on purpose," he accused.

To the redhead, he added: "Well, if you don't mind, giving me a hand with my bags would be appreciated. He, in contrast," he indicated Duncan, "can very well carry his on his own. It's not all that far for him anyway."

[mcleod1592]

"I did not," McLeod shot back. "And I did expect a house this size to have an elevator, too. No one told me it hadn't."

He shouldered his bag again and turned back to the redhead. "Lead the way, please?"

[leucemic_god]

Loki looked from one to the other. Oh well, the younger man had picked up his bag and he was younger. The older probably needed it more.

He picked up the man's bag and started towards the stairs.

"Right up here," he said. "I'm Loki, by the way. From America."

It wasn't that crazy as a first name over there and most of the people here would address him by it anyway. Better that the newcomers got used to it from the start.

[mcleod1592]

"Duncan McLeod," Duncan introduced himself. "From Glenfinnan, Scotland."

He followed the redhead called Loki. "So your parents were really into Norse myth or something?"

[josephdawson]

"I'm Joe Dawson," Joe said to Loki. "We're countrymen then."

He reached for the railing to follow the others up the stairs.

[leucemic_god]

"Yes, very into it," Loki said with a grin. "You can't really be much deeper in it."

He supposed that he and Odin counted as deeper in Norse mythology as they were much more widely known, but he'd best not tell that to the humans. It would be difficult enough to hide the nature of their fellow guests from them without him dropping hints.

"So how did you come to be traveling together?"he asked instead.

[mcleod1592]

"We met a couple of years back," Duncan said. "Decided we both needed a change of scenery."

[josephdawson]

"And decided to stick together. Known faces and so on, you know?" Joe added. "Besides, he knew where he wanted to go, and I didn't have anything better in mind."

He frowned slightly. "Be careful with that guitar, will you?" he asked the redhead.

[leucemic_god]

"Ah yes, I used to have a traveling companion like that, too, once. Sometimes I miss those days."

He hadn't even noticed the guitar. The 'klang' when it hit the rail had been his first clue to its existence. And he'd picked it up and carried it!

"Sorry about that. I really need to wake myself up." Maybe he should go for a swim in the pond, but that didn't seem safe with humans around.

[josephdawson]

"Had a long night, young man?" Joe asked sympathetically. "I do remember those."

He smiled fondly at the memory. "I also used to run a bar, so I'm also used to forcefully long nights. You can had that back to me if you want, though. I don't usually have someone to fetch and carry for me."