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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.
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"Evening, James," she said, amused by his Santa hat.
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"Sirius and I helped decorate, but don't worry, we were faced with threats of being frozen in uncomfortable places, so nothing's going to attack you or anything." He gestured to the hotel at large. "And it's not as big as Hogwarts, so we couldn't do everything we wanted to, but it's decent, so there's that."
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She teasingly flicked the pom-pom at the end of the hat, laughing lightly.
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"I can't wait to try the food, but before I forget..."
She removed a present she'd been hiding behind her back, offering it to James. It was wrapped in bright gold wrapping paper, the folds perfect.
"I figured I could get away with not waiting until Christmas since this is a Christmas party. I hope you like it."
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"Brilliant, I got you one, too," he added, and offered her a small neatly-wrapped box. "I thought it, er, suited you."
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"I asked Sirius what you might like," she said, blushing lightly at the conversation that had followed. "I hope I made a good choice."
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"Well, he'd know, I think, so I'm sure you did." He inspected the package, grinning some more. "Did you, er -- want me to open it right now?"
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"Like this, here we go." And hey look, snow's falling from the ceiling! It lands on James' hat and disappears after a few moments, but it's just like snow without the wetness and melting.
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"Nice hat."
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He was referring, of course, to Santa Claus.
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This was, for all intents and purposes, a very serious question.
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But after a short moment of thought he decided he didn't want to let that train of thought go after all.
"What's a house elf?"
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This is Fred attempting to pretend this isn't weird for him. Because this is really, really weird for him, but he'd like it if it wasn't. Because James seems like a right nice bloke.