Princely Knowledge and Camaraderie

[littlerubyred]

Ruby wasn't sure whether or not it was hotel policy to give out the room numbers of their guests, but she was friendly enough with the clerk on the desk at her time of asking, and finding out where she could find Loki the most quickly and easily hadn't been too terribly hard. She wasn't sure whether or not she would be welcomed by Loki when she knocked on his door, as while he'd been unfailingly kind and gentlemanly to her when they'd interacted elsewhere in the hotel, that was a good deal different than being taken by surprise in his room. Still, she was hopeful.

She'd thought long and hard about who to approach with the two problems that were currently dominating her attention, and while she was friendly with many people in the Nexus, the idea of approaching them with things that were both private and frightening was a little unnerving. She'd almost spilled her guts to Fiona the night before after finishing up a shift, but had bit her tongue at the last moment for some unknown reason. She'd ultimately decided to go to Loki as she had to figure that being as otherworldly as he was, he might have a more substantial wealth of knowledge concerning the disturbing dreams she'd been having. And, being someone who presumably had a penis, he might have a little more insight on what the hell was going on with Graham as well.

She knocked on his door twice, both loud enough to be heard within, and waited. When the door swung open, she smiled brightly. "Hey handsome," she said. "Can I bother you for a minute?"

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[thelostprince]

The more people Loki was getting to know in the hotel, the more important his room became to him. It was natural for him to seek solitude, and the amount of familiarity he was garnering was making him want to retreat. He wasn't about to go back through his door - that was almost too separate for him, now that he had family in the hotel - but his room offered solace. More often than not it resembled his old chambers on Asgard though, naturally, were not as big. The style was still there, at a halfway point between Spartan and opulent, and changed subtly, often, he found, in response to his needs. Stocked bookshelves had appeared once he had started to become too restless of the doors; mental wandering was as satisfying as physical, in his experience.

Still, when the knocks came at his door, Loki couldn't say he'd been doing anyhting of substance besides letting his mind wander while he laid on the bed he only slept in sometimes, sleep being an activity he didn't need quite so often as others he knew (and, undoubtedly, this had been a bane for Frigga when he was a child). He sat up, taking a moment to listen for anything else, like a greeting, but when nothing came he swung his legs over the side of the bed and went to answer it, wondering who on existence would choose to seek his company out.

He certainly hadn't expected Ruby, but she was a more welcome guest than someone he would have expected, like Thor. "Ah, Ruby," he said. "Of course." He wasn't sure if she was going to come in or not, but he left the door open enough for that eventuality. It was just as likely she had come to fetch him.