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C&C HOLIDAY JAMJAR ICE HOTEL HELL: PARTY
WHO: AHAHAHAHA. Just... just tag yourselves in.
WHERE: The Gorsewick Hotel
WHEN: December 19th. 5PM-7PM for setup, 7PM onward for dinner.
WARNINGS: Let's just cover for your basics unless something more specific comes up.
SUMMARY: Miles Edgeworth and Remus Lupin are hosting the second comm-wide holiday party and have rented out the dining hall in the Gorsewick for the night. Everyone comes in for food, warmth, and (relatively... hopefully...) civil company. Whether or not they can leave is another story.
FORMAT: IF IT FEELS GOOD, DO IT! Long prose, action brackets, rapidfire dialogue, present tense, past tense--whatever floats your narrative boat!
The Gorsewick is not all that large a hotel, although it would very much like to grow up to be one someday, a mere five stories tall and having only a small parking garage to its name. The owner is clearly an optimistic sort of fellow, building a place like this in the City despite the risk the existence of imPorts poses to it and the hits the tourism industry has taken from their antics; bigger places than this have been smashed to pieces by enormous grey lizards with bad cases of heartburn.
Sadly, it just isn't paying off. At a time when people should be on vacation, packing his rooms to the max, the Gorsewick is... really, really empty. The groups renting out the dining hall are pretty much the only things keeping it afloat this month.
Still, appearances must be upheld, and although it is mildly understaffed, it is currently no less well-cared for. The handful of people on duty that night are friendly and the place is clean as a whistle--no bugs, no rats, no dust, nothing like that. He may be running a sinking ship, but the owner is damned determined to keep it a tidy one on the way down.
Come on in.
WHERE: The Gorsewick Hotel
WHEN: December 19th. 5PM-7PM for setup, 7PM onward for dinner.
WARNINGS: Let's just cover for your basics unless something more specific comes up.
SUMMARY: Miles Edgeworth and Remus Lupin are hosting the second comm-wide holiday party and have rented out the dining hall in the Gorsewick for the night. Everyone comes in for food, warmth, and (relatively... hopefully...) civil company. Whether or not they can leave is another story.
FORMAT: IF IT FEELS GOOD, DO IT! Long prose, action brackets, rapidfire dialogue, present tense, past tense--whatever floats your narrative boat!
The Gorsewick is not all that large a hotel, although it would very much like to grow up to be one someday, a mere five stories tall and having only a small parking garage to its name. The owner is clearly an optimistic sort of fellow, building a place like this in the City despite the risk the existence of imPorts poses to it and the hits the tourism industry has taken from their antics; bigger places than this have been smashed to pieces by enormous grey lizards with bad cases of heartburn.
Sadly, it just isn't paying off. At a time when people should be on vacation, packing his rooms to the max, the Gorsewick is... really, really empty. The groups renting out the dining hall are pretty much the only things keeping it afloat this month.
Still, appearances must be upheld, and although it is mildly understaffed, it is currently no less well-cared for. The handful of people on duty that night are friendly and the place is clean as a whistle--no bugs, no rats, no dust, nothing like that. He may be running a sinking ship, but the owner is damned determined to keep it a tidy one on the way down.
Come on in.
Setup
If you offered to show up early to lend a hand, consider yourself home!
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Not that it didn't mean that his arms were killing him. Because they were. Especially his left. Next time, he would bring a cart. ... on to the bus. But people seemed to manage it fine...
"Excuse me!" he called as he entered. "I brought desert!"
/lives, finally
*gives much tea*
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He showed up before five, everything he could need for seasoning and cooking the requested dish under two large covered chafing dishes. The rest of the work would be done with the hotel's kitchen tools - he didn't have enough arm space to carry his own knives and other prep tools. Not when there were gifts for the ladies in tow.
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ohai~
"It's Ben," he called into the kitchen. "I hope I didn't bring too much."
Yo!
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The hotel staff who crossed his path, however, tended to look somewhere between bewildered and insulted when he would walk up, blurt out a chipper "I'll take that!" and effortlessly lift and walk off with the heavy box of silverware or whatnot that they'd been staggering along carrying.
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If nothing else, it meant she could usually be counted on to redirect the inevitable questions of "hey, have you seen so-and-so?" from the staff, but being an extra set of eyes or hands wasn't out of the question.
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Hopefully, no one would need to be transfigured. So, if anyone is looking for him, or just wants to speak to one of the few men in the room who does look uncomfortable wearing a suit, he can be found pretty much anywhere, helping out in whatever way he can.
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Greetings and Arrivals
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She took a completely unneeded breath and reminded herself to relax. She was here to have a good time and if the hosts had a problem with her being a vampire they would have said something. Besides, with the number of Imports that were supposed to be attending she couldn't be the only one with odd dietary requirements. Right?
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Lacking anything appropriate in her wardrobe, she had pulled from her dreams and manifested a green and gold dress with white fur around the cuffs and neckline. A green and white-furred holiday hat perched between her horns and pointed ears as well. A gossamer green cloak, vaguely reminiscent of wings, hung from her shoulders as well.
She had been a little surprised, but pleased, at the invitation to the party. The Feast of Winter Veil had always been a happy time on Azeroth, full of wonderful dreams and hopes among the young races. And it was even in honor of another follower of the Titans, which pleased Ysera, even if the young races often got the details mixed up with commercialism. And here in this world, it seemed as if the humans had even outdone the goblins when it came to commercializing the Feast of Winter Veil.
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It wasn't his fault that he didn't know who'd been in his apartment while he was down in Mexico; they were good, and he didn't recognize their scent. They'd left some interesting gifts, though, and he meant to wear the one in case he could catch someone in the act of recognizing it.
Man. When all the holiday stuff was over, he would sleep for a month. Or as close to it as he could get, physically; one full day, maybe stretching somewhere into a second. Too much socializing and too little downtime.
Still, his taking part in this kind of thing made some of his floormates happy. He considered it a decent enough payback for the favors they'd done him.
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Still, she'd decided to come...she'd even planned on wearing a lovely purple dress she'd found until she'd discovered it was four hundred dollars that she did not have. Instead she had found something that seemed presentable enough while still remaining within her price range of 'not four hundred dollars.'
Once she was actually inside though, and out of the direct line of the cold wind from the door, she felt some of her worries ease. Simply convincing herself to show up had been the real issue, and now that it was done, well...perhaps she could enjoy herself. People were smiling, the hotel staff seemed friendly enough...She could try and relax, right?
She paused on the edge of the mingling arrivals, eyes scanning the crowd for familiar faces...or just friendly faces, really.
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This was going to be brilliant!
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idek okay
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So, at the scheduled time, he made his way only a little hesitantly into the hotel lobby. He didn't really have any dress clothes, and wearing his old uniform didn't seem like the best thing, so he'd settled for a crisp, clean button-front shirt and black slacks; a little wide-eyed, and with his hands clasped behind him, he looked around him for any sign of a familiar face.
Outfit: http://kokorononaka.net/Temp/CnC/men_s_winter_sweater_2010_BN_35.jpg
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YO WHAT UP
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For now, she'd keep to herself and watch how other people interacted. Maybe she'd pick up the more common cues. It was easy to become a wallflower if you could vanish at will, but she'd save that for when it would be necessary.
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Here, have one angry niece.
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THE LATEST both ic and out
O HEY
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you mean the greatest right
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Re: Greetings and Arrivals
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Re: Greetings and Arrivals
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Winter Wondervolt - For All Your Holiday Gnome Needs
Re: Winter Wondervolt - For All Your Holiday Gnome Needs
Open, come see the gnome boy!
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The full moon being in two days didn't help much, Remus already starting look a bit pale and drawn to anyone who might notice these sort of things. It meant he had his own problems and, unfortunately, he had a bad habit of being a bit selfish when it came to the full moon and his upcoming transformation.
So, for the moment, Remus can be found in the lobby, taking a breather from the party. The hotel staff seem to have disappeared, leaving him quite alone. After a second, he reaches up to loosen his tie, just barely keeping himself from shedding it and the jacket.
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The Dinner Itself
Of course, it might be seen as a little odd that there aren't any caterers working said food and drink tables, but hey--for all anyone knows, it's a serve-yourself kind of deal.
A section of the dining hall has wooden flooring instead of carpet, and strangely, anyone stepping onto it can suddenly hear the sound of music much more clearly than in the rest of the room. Just in front of it is a microphone stand. It is meant to serve as a space for anyone who wishes to get up and dance, sing, call out toasts, or generally make asses out of themselves, though of course they might run the risk of getting some of the tomatoes taken from the salad bowls and thrown at them with that last one.
Mix it up and rub shoulders with friends and enemies alike. Gossip with strangers. Bring up inappropriate subjects over a glass of wine. Call the Major a fat-ass for taking the last two chicken wings. Flick a spoonful of mashed potatoes at someone's head and blame it on your buddy. However you choose to do it, eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we... ah, but that's another log entirely, now, isn't it?
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As it is, she's barely being sociable.
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open~
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Re: open~
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Open!
Open!
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CHRISTMAS CRACKERS FOR EVERYONE
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It's a Toph hat. Get it? :D
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Open
ohaithar
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[open like 711]
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[Open]
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open~
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Open!
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open;
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OPEN suddenly, robot, sitting next to you!
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/slowly starts tagging these logs. so late
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[open] a-aha hi. i exist. really.
/hugs
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Discovery Time
Oh.
Wait.
That's not the sun.
It's ice and snow. Tons of it, packed in tight all around the hotel, and seemingly not going anywhere anytime soon.
...Funny. The weatherman didn't call for a sudden, highly-localized blizzard. Impenetrable containment fields? Also probably not on the 7-day forecast.
Oops?
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But by the time she's crossed the lobby, finding her coat and taking it off the hangar, the brightness from outside definitely has her wary.
Especially when she tries to open the door -- Haruka immediately gets danger signs going off in her head not to try prying it open. Not unless she wanted the lobby to flood with huge packs of snow.
"Um... everyone...?" Haruka calls, though not very loudly. Maybe it was just a prank someone had done on the hotel, covering the door with snow like that. She didn't remember anything about a blizzard today...
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approx 8:30 [open]
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