From the feeling in the air, Christmas time had apparently come to the mansion. Acheron had managed to dodge the small Eros’ as they’d flown about, and evaded their sharp arrows. Not like it would have had much effect on him anyway.
He’d already showered, dressed and went down toward the fountain to sit behind the desk like he’d done so many times before. His booted feet were up on the wooden top, the chair balancing back on two legs as he tapped his fingers in time with a tune in his head.
Ash had thought, at one point and time, about going back up to his room and playing his guitar. But there was an air about the gates, as if they were ready to pull in another unsuspecting victim. He smirked, There haven’t been as many lately as there was when we first got here. I wonder if the gods are growing lax, or if there is trouble among their ranks?
It didn’t matter really. Ash hoped that the gods, and goddesses who were responsible for this ‘trick’ would be in some deep shit here soon. Letting out a sigh he waited as the pull around the gates seemed to become stronger.
A slender blonde brow rose as a man came through the gates, and lay there. Ash waited a moment before he lowered the chair and stood. The man was fine, alive and well. Ash could tell that much from looking at him. He waited, for what seemed like a while before the man awoke.
He didn’t speak, at first, but waited until the man had become aware of his surroundings. Ash inclined his head, “Yes, fairly new if I’m correct.” He glanced over at the desk top, noticing the map and key for the man. “Here you are, Captain Jack Harkness. Welcome to the mansion. There is no way out, as far as we can tell, but the mansion provides everything that one needs.” He held out the map and key, “Have any questions?” He raised a brow over the rim of his ever present sunglasses and waited.