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Date: December 12, 1999
Status: Public
Setting: The Lobby
Summary: De Carabas arrives at the Manor


When the marquis blinked, he was in a lobby.

He blinked again, just at the strange sensation, then smiled. Door had done as he'd asked, after all. All of their debts were cleared. Nothing tied him to London Below any more... at least, nothing important. He looked around in interest at the nice room, amused when he considered how he must look: dirty Victorian garb, a ragged piece of cloth around his throat, frock coat still slightly unrecovered from its adventures among the Sewer Folk. He hadn't bathed recently, either; that was something he'd gotten used to, but knew others might find abhorrent. Especially having come from London Below, where it would really be prudent to bathe once a day, at least.

De Carabas walked up to the reception desk, ringing the small bell sitting there. He smiled, moving back to lean against the wall, relaxing against it. His eyes darted around the room, white in a dark face.

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"Diabetic Goat Piss, also known as honey wine," Wednesday said as he downed the next glass. "Quite a favorite with the people who once worshiped me. Never could stand it myself. Thank *me* my people got over to American on the first wave and cultivated more discerning tastes." he grimaced. "But it would be a sorry statement if I didn't at least adhere to tradition on momentus occaisions."

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The marquis nodded in acknowledgement and downed his next glass, then the third. He barely coughed after the second, and third only earned a grimace before he gave Wednesday a wry smile. "The alternatives must have been abominable for your worshippers to enjoy this."

[allfather-odin.livejournal.com]

Wednesday shook his head. "No, you see thats the thing. They *liked* the stuff. And they didn't mind throwing themselves onto burning pyres, or jumping into freezing water. Masochists, all of them." He smirked. "Don't get me wrong, I approved of it, but the Aesir never really dealt with humans too much. You know, other then to mess them about." He looked meaningfully at the six empty glasses. "Well, thats it, then. It is sealed."

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The marquis bowed his head. "Indeed. Whatever you need me for, Wednesday, you need only request." He set the silver box on the counter, pushed it across to Wednesday. "You will, of course, know what to do with it if the time comes."

[allfather-odin.livejournal.com]

"Of course." Wednesday took the box gently in his hand and made a design on the lid. Suddenly the box wasn't there anymore. "As for your end of the bargain, I'll be contacting you soon." He leered. "Nothing says Merry Christmas like a nice bit of deception." He stood and straightened his suit. "I wish you good night, Marquis. I'm glad that you're here."

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The marquis nodded, standing himself. "I, too, am exceedingly glad to see a familiar face," he said. "Good night to you as well, All-Father. I'm sure I'll be seeing you very soon."