OOM: Galveston, Texas | 1888 | For Loki and Mireille

[ikissdhimbck]

[following this:]


The door opens up to a fancy hotel room. It may not be as rich as some Loki has seen in his time, but as Kate leads him through the door he'll notice the grand four-poster bed, the fine washstand with an array of soaps and perfumes set out, the gold-framed mirror and the clean plaster walls. Kate keeps it immaculate, her things contained on a vanity table and hidden inside an oak armoire. The only thing astray is a book, which is kept next to the bed.

"Ain't exactly proper, leadin' a man out of my bedroom."

Her lips twist. Milliways does love to complicate things.

"Mireille's room is next door."

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[scarred_grin]

"I was just here to fix that stuck window for you," he says. "Why bother the hotel staff for something that minor? Mighty nice of you to pay me for it, too. You didn't have to."

It's a nice place. And it's nice being somewhere different for a change, somewhere that isn't the bar.

[ikissdhimbck]

'If there's anything else?'
'The windows won't open, and the children and I would enjoy a breeze now and then.'
'I can fix that.'

Kate pauses at the door, hand barely touching the fine brass knob. She glances up over her shoulder at Loki, wistful.

"Awful nice of you t'help."

Her voice is soft, distant, like it's coming across a soup can from a long ways away. She eventually finds it in her to smile, blinking away the memories.

Opening the door, she goes down the hall to the next room over and raps softly on the door. She isn't sure if Mireille is out with Butch right now, but they might as well check here first.

[mirabile_mireille]

After a moment, faint sounds of movement can be heard from inside the room, and then the door opens just far enough for Mireille to peek out. Someone she doesn't recognize, but he's with Kate, so he must be all right.

She steps back, motioning for them to come in if they'd like.

[scarred_grin]

...well.

He'd had a good idea of what Weyland's custom-built companion might look like, but to see her in person, in the mechanical flesh... she looks just like Iðunn.

Well, not quite. Iðunn looks more maidenly, without the lovely hourglass-shape of this one here. She's always looked like that--except for a few months in the Wolfdales.

This is giving him insight into Weyland that he would've been just as happy not knowing. It's not this woman's fault, though.

"Ma'am," he says.