Mr. Wednesday's Arrival

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Date: August 10th, 1999
Setting: Lobby of Tadfield Manor
Status: Public
Summary: Mr. Wednesday arrives at the Manor



Upon receiving Sister Mary's letter, he packed his belongings and made his way to the Manor. This place was different, he thought as he winked at the cab driver. It smelt of Power and Love and even more interestingly, Divine Personages. This job might prove to be more entertaining then at first glance.

He straightened his cream-colored jacket and adjusted his tie before entering the lobby. The lobby was vacant, asides from some potted plants that appeared to be nervous. He walked up the desk and rang the bell. "Hello?"

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[sister-mary-laq.livejournal.com]

The bell startled Sister Mary and she nearly spilled the little glass of sherry that she had just poured for herself. Hastily, she downed it and then hoped that whoever was waiting for her wouldn't be an angel. Oh, they'd never say anything about it -- hell, she'd even hired an angel to bartend, hadn't she? But they'd look, all the same. And she really didn't feel like contending with any of those judgmental gazes, thankyouverymuch.... on the other hand, if it was Belial, one of her servers, he'd probably give her one of the saucy winks that made her swoon and then refill her glass with not much more than a nod.

And she really didn't need that, either.

When she finally walked out of the little office, smelling rather strongly of alcohol, she almost tripped in surprise anyway. Yes, this was no angel and certainly no demon. No, no, this was something else altogether. She could feel it.

"Yes?" she hiccuped and then blushed.

"Can I -- CanIhelpyou?" she finished in a rush.

[one-eyed-odin.livejournal.com]

"Am I to assume that this absolutely stunning vision of loveliness is none other then my employer?" Odin winked.

He leaned on the desk, idlily tracing a rune on the countertop. "I'm Wednesday. Grimnir Wednesday."

[sister-mary-laq.livejournal.com]

Sister Mary blushed down to the tips of her boring black shoes. Not even the gardener had evoked that kind of reaction.

"Mr Wednesday, our new Maitre'D. Welcome to Tadfield Manor," she said, slurring her words just slightly.

"Please let me show you 'round the bar and the restaurant. That'll be your domain, I 'spose," she said with a sloppy smile.

For the next half and hour, Sister Mary stumbled and teetered around the bottom floor of the Manor, showing Mr. Wednesday the bar, the restaurant, the spa/hospital wing, and then upstairs to his personal suite. She showed him a few options and let him pick out the one that best suited his needs.

Once she left him, she returned to her office on the second floor and enjoyed another glass of sherry.