C&C HOLIDAY JAMJAR ICE HOTEL HELL: PARTY

[bluffing-ruffle.livejournal.com]

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.

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Greetings and Arrivals

[bluffing-ruffle.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the lobby! You might not be staying the night, but both the bellhop and the front desk clerk remain good-natured, offering genuine smiles and helpful directions to any who need them. Our resident pair of hosts will be in and out between their other duties. Please feel free to also mingle with each other and introduce yourselves to some of the other guests (familiar or otherwise) as you arrive. While you're in no way forced to be polite, you might want to keep in mind that a good first impression can go a long way, sometimes...

[professorlionface]

Hank arrives in a black tuxedo. This is what happens when you use James Bond's tailors. He has a rather large picnic basket in his right hand, and he's not entirely certain what he's meant to do with it.

[newbvampire]

Seras arrived a bit early carrying a cooler. She was more than a bit nervous and not quite sure what to do with the cooler's contents. She wanted to store it somewhere so she wouldn't have to carry it around, but it seemed like a bad idea to just walk up to the staff and ask, 'excuse me, but do you know where I could store my blood until dinner?' She supposed she could just keep it with her until then. There was more than enough ice to keep the blood cool for that length of time. Not to mention it might invite conversation she didn't want. 'Why yes that is my dinner. Oh, it's blood, of course!'

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?

[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

Alright, so he might not be wearing the elf-costume Lily had picked out for him, but James had given some forethought to looking festive. At the moment, he was wearing a Santa hat and some reasonably nice, non-holey clothes. He was lurking around by the door, for the purposes of greeting people. He's also working on an enchantment, so he's currently scowling at his wand in an effort to remember the words of this spell.

[bravestsnake.livejournal.com]

Snape arrived marginally early, glancing around as he took in his surroundings. Ingrained habit made him note all the exits first, before making note of the people who were there. He took a spot along the wall, looking vaguely in the direction of a framed piece of artwork hanging up. With luck, he supposed, the evening wouldn't turn out completely abysmally, although he rarely had high hopes in these matters.

[hackeralastair]

Alastair did not arrive with Bakura, no. He didn't have much reason to, and kind of selfishly wanted to show up with Kiryu. They slunk in right about seven on the dot, keeping a low profile and looking for a place to leave coats before making a beeline for the food.

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

Rather than trying to find transportation, and pay for it, or walk through the cold to get to the hotel, Ysera entered by stepping through the dreams of Winter Veil cheer and of a successful holiday party, and stepping out inside the lobby in front of the front doors of the hotel.

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.

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

A lesser-known benefit of having long favored blues and greens as the main colors in one's wardrobe is that it isn't very hard to dress in a way that might be considered seasonally appropriate by people who wouldn't have any reason to know better. So it is that Trowa happens to look something like a winter tree turned on its head--or whatever part of a plant would make for an appropriate comparison--with chestnut brown hair, a dark green turtleneck, and an unusually (for him, anyway) loose-fitting pair of light grey jeans provided by... by someone.

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.

[notyourutopian]

Until the moment Eleanor actually stepped through the doors and into the hotel, she hadn't actually been certain she was going to show up. Sirius had told her about it and in his own ever-so-exuberant way demanded that she come, which had actually been a factor in her considering not. Just because she didn't really like being told what to do.

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.

[metamorphmangus.livejournal.com]

Tonks Apparates in, wearing a red dress with her hair long - almost down to her waist - and also dark red, to match her outfit. She gets a quick glimpse of her surroundings before the red high heels she decided to wear for the occasion causes her to stumble slightly upon her arrival. However, she quickly straightens up and grins, clearly unfazed.

This was going to be brilliant!

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Lyra showed up in a skirt and sweater, with her hair tied up with several ribbons. She was also balancing a stack of packages- mostly cookies, and a few other gifts- in her hands, in a stack that swayed too and fro, but never quite managed to topple over. Pantalaimon followed behind her, giving rather grim stares in response to any questioning looks received.

[loveyourenemy.livejournal.com]

Matsuka didn't really expect to stay very long. With Keith back in the City, he'd very nearly decided not to go at all - but he'd already promised, and just stopping in for a little while for dinner couldn't hurt anything, right?

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.

[diesarock]

If anyone asked, Terra would be hard pressed to find a reason for why she'd taken that open invitation, and would simply have to shrug at herself for why she'd shown up. She disliked crowds, and more than that was never really sure how to interact with new people. Heck, she didn't even know she was supposed to dress any differently than usual. ... Then again, her everyday attired consisted of red dresses and heels, so at least she blended in on that front.

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.

[coldempress.livejournal.com]

Himuro arrived just before seven, early, but not early enough to stand out. She had found a rather snappy-looking suit among her old belongings and was pleased to find that it still fit perfectly. She surveyed the room and the various other guests, both familiar and unknown.

[love-and-lace.livejournal.com]

Aphrodite ran into the hotel from outside. She was still not used to the cold, though it appears that she was learning how to dress for it. She was wearing a large and full covering pink fur coat. She assumed it was real fur, but only because she wasn't familiar with the concept of fake fur. Her high heel shoes peaking out from underneath the coat implied that maybe she wasn't dressed appropriately underneath.

"Brrr," Aphrodite complained, with a shiver. "They can heat the inside of these giant buildings why can't the heat the outside too."

Now that she was inside and around people, she wasn't about to stay under all that clothing. She flipped open the coat, revealing that while she was starting to understand the need for more clothing in the winter months, she still wasn't quite getting it. (http://images7.yandy.com/Products/4079-C.jpg)

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

What does every holiday party need in order to be complete? A short woman dressed like Mrs. Claus of course! She's the most stylish Mrs. Claus any of you have ever seen though. The most surprising part of the entrance though is the fact that she's touting a bag larger than her through the door. She doesn't seem to be having any problems with it, but it still would be nice if some super with extra strength offered to help.

"Very nice," she said looking around, "a little ostentatious..Where do the presents go?"

[pacifister]

Most people might give Quatre a second look, considering he's buzzed his hair to rid himself of the damage that the dye had done when he had gone brunet. It was also easier to say that he had decided to cut his hair than it would have been to try and find a reason for dyeing it.

Either way, it isn't entirely unflattering, just not exactly the best look he's had since arriving in the City. The fact that he looks exhausted and seems to be sporting a few slowly healing bruises may not be helping much. He seems content to the untrained eye, greeting people as he makes his way through the crowd.

[carrytheshield.livejournal.com]

After dealing with the possibility that his dad was gone again before James could even meet him, he wasn't in the best mood. Just staying around the apartment hadn't been appealing, and he hoped that he could go out and do something that would be distracting.

He wasn't in anything particularly festive, and had his shield secured in a large backpack. When he saw all the people he almost had second thoughts. But here he was, he couldn't just stop doing things because he was sad.

[thekingofghosts.livejournal.com]

Nico doesn't really do festive wear, so he shows up looking like he normally does - with a silver skull ring, black clothing, the amulet Sirius gave him to suppress his aura and Dr. Crane in tow. Okay, so the last one's not normal, but he decided at the last minute that he really didn't want to come alone.

At least he didn't bring his sword?

[curses]

Bellatrix arrives...ridiculously late. She pays no mind to anyone, a permanent haughty expression on her face. She actually looks well put-together, quite a contrast from when people usually see her. Years of stuffy Black parties have taught her how to look presentable, and right now her unruly hair is up in a (still slightly messy) coiffure, and she's dressed in a dark velvet gown that's just casual enough to fit any occasion.

She really looks like she has no interest in mingling around, glaring at anyone who happens to glance at her the wrong way. Bella has her own reasons for attending this party, but she's not in the mood to share. It will probably take a really brave soul to approach her.

[mrbleedsalot.livejournal.com]

Though good-natured, the bellhop and front desk clerk are finding their patience running out dealing with Zoro. Technically, he had arrived early with Sanji, but the three swords he was carrying caused him to still be at the front desk for some time as the clerk continued to convince him that no, he could not take his swords in with him. Yes, he had to leave them outside. Please sir, don't raise your voice like that, etc.

Needless to say, Zoro was causing a minor scene.

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Fakir still wasn't used to attending parties. Years of ignoring and alienating most other human beings had left his social skills quite atrophied. Still, he had dressed as nicely as he could stand to (http://imgur.com/BNnbI.png) and even brought a gift for their hosts.

Now if only he could find one of them so he could stop awkwardly carrying a loaf of bread around the lobby and looking lost.

THE LATEST both ic and out

[saylikewhat.livejournal.com]

At 7:30, Marceline flew in. Literally. Her ridiculous amounts of hair billowed out behind her like the proverbial cape as she swooped past the bellhop and into the lobby, laughing all the way; the sound was somewhere between maniacal and giggly. She was wearing... okay you know what I'm too lazy to actually look something up but it was a black dress and it was shortish don't look at me, and her axe bass was slung across her back. What kind of lousy party would it be without music?

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma arrives just a bit late, trailing after Trowa. He is dressed more fit for a vampire ball than any sort of Christmas party, outfitted in a black pinstriped jacket, red waistcoat, black button-down shirt and a red tie. His pants matched his jacket and his shoes were black, pointed and shined to a mirror finish. The jacket has cuffs, despite not being a tux, and the cufflinks are silver bats. All in all, he looks very stylish.

He heads for the food table right away, hoping to find coffee there. He still hasn't recovered from his "vacation", even though he was hardly as active as some of his comrades. What a ride.

Re: Greetings and Arrivals

[easyopentabs.livejournal.com]

Rue arrived with Duck, a little late, but not too much so. She had carefully planned on coming in on time, but, unfortunately, Duck had ruined that by having a last-minute hair emergency. Still, when she awkardly approached the front desk, the woman greeted her kindly, pointing towards the dining hall. She looked pleased just at seeing someone.

Wearing a wine-red cocktail dress (http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/4959/b000t2sk6001a1cgo5uexi2xe3.jpg) she follows Duck into the main hall looking haughty, but just a little bit uncertain as well.