WHO: Hathor & Hecate WHEN: Saturday afternoon WHERE: Hecate's shop WHAT: Dropping by to check out the supplies
Hathor was finding that this hotel idea had been a marvelous one. With a hotel manager remaining on and most of the staff having been there for a while, the place ran perfectly and left Hathor with all the time in the world to turn it from simply a hotel to party central. Almost every night there was some sort of event being held: themed balls, dance competitions, overwhelming feasts, costume parties.
Now she was planning something of a more esoteric dinner, which meant she needed supplies. Hathor had some associations with magic, but it was really more of Isis' area of expertises. Besides, she didn't need real magic: she needed the image of magic to entertain her paying clients. Where better to go than one of the magic shops around the city.
Even before Hathor walked in she felt something was different about this shop, something more real. An immortal worked here. A magic user. She looked along the closest shelves and waited for the magician to appear to her.