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Date: August 5th, 1999, Early Morning
Setting: Tadfield Manor, Lobby
Status: Public
Summary: In which Belial ponders the perks of working closely with alcoholic beverages.



Sunrise, he thought, should be made illegal. It probably would be, if anyone could get the rest of the universe to cooperate.

The lobby was devoid of anything vaguely resembling a living being, and smelled, very faintly, of antiseptics and cold metal. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but after being immersed in smoke-filled pubs and dingy back alleys filled with the pungent scent of old garbage and transients, the cleanliness stung his nose. Better than sulpher and brimstone.

Belial approached the main desk, holding a crumpled bit of paper that looked to resemble something cross between a job advertisement and a laundry list, and scanned it for any sign of activity. Nothing.

"That won't do," he muttered, materialized one of those bell-type things he'd seen on hotel desks in picture shows, and rang it twice.

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Sister Mary was just settling down to read the Financial Section of the London Times. Her coffee had just cooled to that perfect temperature. The sunlight was streaming in from her window. She really couldn't imagine a more glorious morning.

Suddenly, she heard a harsh ringing noise coming from the direction of the Lobby downstairs.

She wrapped her black robe tightly around her body, looked longingly at her coffee and paper, and then marched off to see who had the nerve to cause so much noise this early in the morning.

She descended the back set of stairs, mumbling under her breath. She felt a little sorry for whoever was about to deal with her in her coffee-deprived state.

She had just reached the the small office before the Front Desk when another thought hit her. Perhaps whoever was out there was here for one of the job openings! After all, it really was a tad early to be checking into a room!

With that thought, she stopped at the door, ran her fingers through her sleep-mussed hair, and wished desperately for a breath mint.

Then she opened the door and stared at the Being standing on the other side of the Front Desk.

"H-Hello?" she said.