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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[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.

[notadartboard]

Sanji couldn't not notice this vision of radiance sweeping through the door. Angels and mermaids took a back seat today. He did his best to be the first to intercept and welcome her, crowing, "Lady Ysera! Why, your beauty illuminates this humble little hotel, suddenly I feel like I'm in the palace of a queen!"

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

Ysera smiled warmly upon spotting Sanji and held out her hands to him as he came up to her. "You flatter me, sir Sanji. Thank you. I am glad to see you again as well."

[notadartboard]

Sanji took her hands and raised one to his lips to kiss her knuckles. "I say nothing that isn't true, my lady. I hope you're doing well...?"

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

"Very well indeed, sir Sanji. And you? I hope you are having a merry Feast of Winter Veil?"

[notadartboard]

"Oh, merry enough." Sanji's smile flickered only briefly, because he remembered Liadrin calling it that a year ago. A year ago almost to the day. He shrugged it off and made to escort Ysera to the banquet hall, offering his arm. "Shall I show you the way around? Or are you intent on meeting the host...he's around here somewhere."

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

Ysera smiled gently and laid a hand on his arm. "I would like to speak to the host first so that I may know where to put my gift for the party. But afterwards I would enjoy your escort."

[notadartboard]

"As you wish." Sanji bowed deeply; he was made for times like this, really. "I will sit and chat with you later, my lady."

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

"I look forward to it, sir Sanji."

[shiromadoushi]

"Ysera! Hello!" Bakura greeted cheerfully as he spotted her. He was dressed in a sweater he had thought would be cheerful for the occasion.

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

Ysera smiled warmly at Bakura before calling out in reply. "Hello, Bakura! A merry Winter Veil to you!"

[shiromadoushi]

"And a Merry Christmas to you!" Bakura returned happily. "Aa-- I didn't bring your gift, it's a little fragile, you'll have to let me know where I can bring it to you afterwards!"

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

Ysera looked slightly surprised for an instant, and then smiled brightly. "Oh, Bakura, you got me a gift? Thank you." Then she smiled a little apologetically. "I'm afraid I haven't gotten presents for anyone specific... I only brought a present for the whole party tonight."

[shiromadoushi]

"You did?" Bakura asked curiously. "May I ask what it is?"

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

"It is a device that spreads holiday cheer and brings great joy and amusement to the people of Azeroth during Winter Veil. Of course, the Winter Wondervolt's effects will only last for an hour, but that does not stop how much the young races enjoy it."

[shiromadoushi]

"Hee~eeh, that sounds pretty cool!"

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

"I hope everyone enjoys it. Have you seen one of our hosts? I would like to know where to put it, it is somewhat large."

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

It'd been almost a half a year since he'd seen her in person (so to speak) but there was no way to forget someone like her. He couldn't, even if he'd wanted to--and while being chased by a lovesick dragon-lady in the middle of summer isn't exactly an experience he'd like to keep right at the forefront of his mind, it was one of the more interesting things that have happened to him here in the City.

Not to mention the whole days-spent-dreaming business just a few weeks back, and some of the discoveries he'd made while locked in his own nightmares.

Heading toward Ysera, Trowa nodded his head politely in greeting.

He owed her more than she knew.

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

Turning to face him as he approached, Ysera smiled warmly to Trowa. "A merry Winter Veil to you, Trowa."

slow grimm is tired and slow

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

He tilts his head a little to one side, curious; he can guess what she means by the term, but it's not one he's ever heard before. Descriptive enough, though, and he likes it better than most of the other ones being passed around.

"You too," he says at last. "Been a long time."

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

Ysera inclined her head slightly in acknowledgement. "It has. I hope you have been well?"

She had been giving him quite a bit of space, especially since the Nightmare. Ysera was not quite sure where she stood with Trowa. He may be on the path of a Feral Druid but it was self-learned. Which doubly made him a point of interest to her - no human in Azeroth save one had ever had the ability to walk the path of druidism, even partially, as Trowa was able to. And here in the City, there were very few that could even somewhat be considered similar to the druids she was familiar with. But she had also made a fool of herself because of that love enchantment, and had probably upset Trowa with her pursuit of him; and he had also been caught in the Nightmare she had created.

So while she was used to having druids as allies, she was not sure if Trowa wanted anything to do with her.

[natureinblood]

If Ysera would like to speak with the host, here is one of them.

"Ysera," he greets, voice level, still unsure of what to think of her, but not disliking her in the slightest. "I'm glad you came."

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

"Mage Remus," Ysera turned to face him with a gentle smile and inclined her head to him, "I thank you for the invitation. I am pleased to have the chance to celebrate the Feast of Winter Veil with others."

[natureinblood]

"Just Remus will do, please," he bowed his head slightly. "Is that what you call this time of year in your own world?"

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

"Remus, then." Ysera smiled warmly and nodded. "Yes. It was originally a tradition honoring the Greatfather Winter who brought the seasons' change in his wake as he traveled the land. But the young races of the world have changed it's meaning and made it their own since then, of course. It is now a celebration and a time of gift-giving, feasting, and good cheer."