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What had been a routine maintenance tour had become an encounter like none other, no matter how many months ago it was, and Connor wasn't one to forget. Having come out the other end, he still could not piece together what precisely he made of it. He'd set the encounter with the goddess to the side in moments where they were not directly engaged, as those instances where she was very in his space consumed his faculties enough as it was.

It was all brought back to the surface by a simple request written to his journal. Room service. Room 155.

He agreed with a polite note in reply, and the objective spawned before his eyes. The internal notes he kept on Aphrodite spoke to a clear need for caution. She was a being of ambiguous-but-significant power, and he was primed to capitulate when resistance carried no gain. But still, he accepted, and quickly. Beneath the caution, there was curiosity. Novelty. And she returned the sentiment...in her own way. That was the most puzzling piece of all. Even if she was merely manipulative, to what end?

Lost in the questions, he was brought back into stark focus when he made the short trip to Building Three and the door to Hearts & Flowers was before him. "Room service," He announced, rapping the door with his knuckle. As an agent of the law, this was the friendliest interaction he'd had with a door in awhile.

Of every face that Connor’s internal database failed to recognize since the beginning of his short stay, the only source of familiarity was found in the inanimate statues of Mr. and Mrs. Claus mounted in the lobby. He recognzied then as symbols of generosity and goodwill towards all humanity, but something about the way the sculptor chose to craft their features seemed...off.

He didn’t have any business lingering and passing judgements on the craftsmanship but there was no lieutenant to bark at him for “spacing out” and it all left him at, for lack of a better phrase, a loss.