More Crossover Continuity ⇒ Double Date, Double Trouble

[recluserose]

[After a wild weekend in the town of Blackgale, specifically at Amelia's house, the witch spent most of her time smoothing things over with the questioning locals, grading all of her student's neglected essays, and trying to apologize to the talking cat commune for not warning them about the huge human gathering. It's tough being the only witch in town sometimes. She needed to relax. What does she plan?

Why, another trip to Las Vegas, Nevada of course! Well, it wasn't so much to enjoy the tempting offers of Sin City, but to visit the person Amelia was now comfortable calling a friend, the owner of the... interesting club, Griffonx. Madigan of course!

A quick magic teleportation and search for the hidden club later, Amelia opens up the door to the establishment, dressed casually.

It should be a normal day with nothing unexpected happening whatsoever...]

Hello?

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[griffonix]

[ Being as it's the middle of the day, there aren't many people inside, save for a couple or two off in the corners. Hers is more of a nighttime business, after all.

Madigan herself is behind the bar, clipboard in hand, rummaging through cupboards and making notes of her stock. She practically lights up when she sees Amelia. ]

Amelia! You came to save me from doing inventory!

LATER THAT NIGHT (QUITE LATE ACTUALLY)

[recluserose]

[So after all the fun (and friction, but that was a given) with, the two Norse gods and Madigan, Amelia is almost tuckered out. Almost. She just took a few turns to find a good resting place, but before she knew it, the crowd of Vegas that increased by the hour made her lose sight of the other three.

In short, she's lost.

She's out on the streets by herself, trying to find her way to a familiar landmark of some sort. Maybe even a, I don't know, empty area for her to quietly and magically whisk herself back to her friend's sides. Las Vegas, however, just wasn't that kind of city that had any empty spaces. Everywhere there seems to be people, and MORE people around her, and not an ounce of breathing room to try to do things in secret. It was an almost torturous sensation, and worse when one was alone.

Amelia sort of hated that. She manages to find her way to the Bellagio near the fountains, pacing back and forth, pondering her next move. Maybe she could just go for a cab and leave the city? But how would she explain herself to Madigan? She wouldn't admit it easily, but she wanted to continue hanging out and-- oh man, there was school on Monday, she needed to remind her students to keep up with their readings of the Canterbury Tales.

All the while, the witch couldn't help, but get reminded of the many times she traveled with her teacher; they were faint memories since she was a child then, but they went to many places and she often found herself alone and restless, much like she was now.

The Bellagio fountains are playing a song for one of their shows, and she could hear the giggles and whispers of the sirens as they danced along with the streams of water, hidden from normal eyes and only a faint murmur to normal ears.

She was hoping they weren't laughing at her.]

[mjolnir_time]

[It's been a fascinating evening so far, with excellent company. Even Loki has been on fairly good behavior (for him anyway).

They've stopped to look at a violently pink building (flamingos must be very strange birds to be such a color) when Thor realizes Loki is no longer with them. And neither is Amelia.

He turns and searches the crowd, but there is no sign of them.]

It seems we have lost our companions.