Hello everyone! It seems that my muse has hit me lately, so in here, another batch of rules to enjoy! Thanks to Forsake_Seer_XIV for reading them and giving his opinion. Now, I tell you that these rules are less funny, but there is a reason for that, which you will be able to read. Enjoy!

Rule 2: No assigning quests to demigods unless verified by the Oracle.

The lobby of the hotel was a mess, and the demigods that were witness of it fled into their rooms of their floors. The smell of ozone and rain was permeating the place, lightning pouring out of an irate Zeus that looked at Mr. Walker like he wanted to smite him in that very moment. Mr. Walker was looking at Zeus on the eyes, without looking bothered at all, like this was a normal occurrence. The fire of Hestia was burning in it's place, unbothered by the lightning.

- You… Dare to say no!? – Zeus screamed, a lightning bolt pouring out of his fingers and unleashing, hitting the wall behind Mr. Walker, the smell of burned hair adding to the place as it burned some of Mr. Walker hair in the process, nearly beheading him with the bolt. Mr. Walker didn't even flinch, gripping his staff, his white knuckles were the only factor that was his wrath.

- I dare. It's my duty to protect these demigods from everything that can harm them while they are being in my hotel. I can't do shit to the Oracle's quests; they are verified and most important. But fucking errands of gods that can't be bothered to do it themselves? These, I can dismiss them immediately. Or do you want to dismiss a contract verified by the Styx? – Mr. Walker said, his voice carrying over the place with power, his eyes starting to light up in otherworldly power. Zeus took a step back.

If there was one thing every god, demigod and mortal took care of, are oaths to the Styx.

- Also, as a host to all these demigods, it's my duty to protect them. Or do you also want to step over the domain of lady Hestia? – Mr. Walker continued, taking steps forwards, until he put his face so near Zeus face that their noses would be touching if he so willed. – So, I dare. And if you don't want to waste more of my time in this, I suggest you get out before I bar you from the Hotel. – Mr. Walker finished, separating himself from Zeus and turning around, clearly wanting to do other duties he had.

With a scream of undiluted rage, Zeus vanished, leaving a scorched mark on the lobby that would take a lot of time to remove. But that Zeus, the king of the gods, couldn't even smite Mr. Walker, was telling in the things the gods could or couldn't do on the hotel.

Rule 31: Cooking competitions are to be made without it devolving in a food fight.

The kitchen was a warzone, but instead of bombs, there was flour flying out, hard bread being brandished as swords or spears, sausages being used as whips, between other implements of different food being used as weapons. The most impressive thing about it was when one of the Demeter children started using cereal as ammunition of a machine gun to rain damage to the others.

Mr. Walker was looking at the debacle from outside the kitchens, with a hand to his face. But even so, he was smiling a bit. It was great to see them playing like that, without a care on the world. Deciding to do something that wasn't characteristic of him, he entered into the warzone, grabbing a bread and some flour, entering into the melee without a care.

Afterwards, they needed to clean the kitchen, even though some demigods had some pancakes slapped on their cheeks or were bathed in flour or had pieces of bread in their clothes.

At least nobody had to go to the infirmary for wounds. But one had for too much sugar.

Rule 17: No sugar rush allowed.

This was a warzone, a warzone nobody seemed to be able to stay alive if they even tried to control it. Powers were being used freely, without a piece of control, battles on all the floors and screams. How did this happen? How did this cataclysm reached the hotel that threatened to demolish it?

Cookies. Tons of cookies downed by one demigod who had gluttony as his middle name. One demigod that now had a sugar rush, and couldn't be controlled, those who opposed him being defeated with a mere glance and tons of use of powers. The Ares cabin went down in a single hit, nobody had the answer to the how.

Sounds of fighting and curses were made, Mr. Walker stepping into the fray with his cane, battling the demigod with fierce determination, finalizing the conflict. – Who in the Olympus gave sugar to the Hebe kid!? – Roared Mr. Walker…

Hebe was the goddess of youth, and well… That meant they could become adults or kids in a moment notice, including obtaining more energy than a normal demigod. Include the sugar rush energy into the equation, and you had a kid that could transform into an adult and make a mess of every hormone on the demigods in his reach. Demonstrated by the cries of the Ares floor, converted into babies.

At least Hebe was amenable into turning everyone back into their own ages. She was one of the more agreeable goddesses out there, and sometimes helped on the hotel on her own volition serving drinks and breakfast.

Rule 4: Punishments may vary, and consultants can be used to make the punishments.

Mr. Walker was on a table, with some papers and a cup of tea in his hand, sipping it without troubles, while in front of him was a woman with black hair, a red jacket and smoking. She was a goddess nobody wanted to get near, as Nemesis wasn't keen to leave anyone standing intact if you were her target. Luckily, she was in the room with Mr. Walker, far from the demigod's sight.

- These punishments are balanced to the crime, but I had to reduce a bit on others. You can be a son of a bitch sometimes. – She said, giving back the papers to Mr. Walker, who nodded in understanding.

- Yes, they really pissed me off. Thanks again for verifying. – Mr. Walker said. Their relationship was… unique. The first time it happened, Nemesis laughed in his face half an hour before taking the papers. The surprise for her was that he submitted himself to her judgment at any time if he took too much power for granted or without being really worthy of it.

So, they had a deal, and thanks to it, the punishments were always fair to the demigods and people at the hotel. Also, if a god or goddess wanted to say that he didn't deserve the hotel, they got a full wrath of the goddess in turn. That also meant that sometimes, Mr. Walker was prone to lots of bad luck, but he took it into stride, most of the time.

When he did want to vent, they were making a contest of the most inventive cursing possible.

Rule 9: No Sex Education will be made by the gods.

Mr. Walker wanted to bring that part well to the demigods in his care, so he decided to bring out the experts… But he kind of didn't expect the amount of expertise they would bring. At first, he thought that it was working, as the kids were coming out of the classes made by Aphrodite with red faces, but seemed to be more comfortable with that, and also, she was the goddess of love, she would be able to teach it well and make them have good relationships in the future…

So, curiosity one out one afternoon, and Mr. Walker approached the class in session. When he opened the door, he stopped in his track with his mouth open, unable to unsee what he was seeing right now. Nevertheless, it was soon that he started to react when it was reaching a point of no return, trying to save the poor innocent souls of the demigods from the depraved teaching methods.

What happened? It wouldn't be proper to say it or write it, but the consequences were dire, and Mr. Walker had to bite the bullet and took charge of that part of the education. Also, Aphrodite was banned from the hotel a year from inappropriate teachings.