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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.

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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.

As far as Edgeworth was concerned, a person could show up in clean blue-jeans and an inoffensive t-shirt and still be considered presentable; he knew better than to ask a large chunk of the imPort populace to go out and stuff themselves into fancy clothing they couldn't afford and probably wouldn't like.

He'd learned long ago to settle for simple civility instead of perfect manners, when it came to the City.

"Are you looking for someone?" he asked, staring down at her.

Eleanor shook her head at the question as she turned to look at Edgeworth...and then blinked at the staring bit, having the sudden urge to take a step backwards and barely resisting it.

"No. I mean, not really." The teen paused. "Sirius, he suggested I come, but I'm sure he'll pop up eventually. Just seeing if I know anyone who is here..." She shrugged her shoulders and allowed her hands to slid behind her back to fidget out of sight.

Realizing that he was probably unsettling the girl, he tried for something of a more relaxed expression. It was easier when he realized that she was one of the imPorts who had come in for the dinner, not having had much of an opportunity to see much of her on the Network. He'd thought he could recognize the voice, and now that he'd started combing his memory for it--

Ah. One of the people who'd offered help with the murder investigations a few months before.

Well, that earned her his approval straight away, although he did dock a few points off for mentioning Sirius.

"I believe the last time I saw Black was arranging crackers in the dining hall," he muses, the first two words more an affectation for her benefit than anything else, as his perfect memory meant he knew perfectly well that it was where he'd spotted the boy. "If that is of any help."

"Thank you," she nodded her head at his idea of where her friend was, but only looked in the direction instead of deciding to actually go. Edgeworth was familiar to her, though she lacked his perfect memory so she actually head to think about it for a couple of moments before she looked back.

"Have we met? Your voice is familiar but I cannot place why." She probably should've been embarrassed about that but considering how many people she's spoken to on the network only once or twice, it was bound to happen.

He watches her go and is about to turn away himself when her question causes him to stop in his tracks, drawing his attention back to the girl.

"In a sense," he says, folding his arms and attempting to work out the best way to say it, as he had no idea who was listening and might still have been holding a grudge against him for having blamed Grey for the deaths. "You assisted me with an... unusual case over the communicators."

It took a few seconds for that to register with Eleanor, her eyes a little distant as she ran through her conversations from the network over in her head. She had many, though not many were about cases and...Oh!

"Oh, alright." She smiled faintly. "It's, uh. Nice to meet you in person." Well, sort of, anyway. He'd been somewhat abrupt but it had been a fascinating conversation. Though she wasn't sure she'd been of much help.

Someone goes running by with silvered hair, a burgundy velvet jacket, a jabot....and a GIGANTIC GRIN.

It cannot possibly be Edgeworth. It also cannot possibly be Sirius.

"HULLO LAMB come with me I'm on cracker duty!"

He grabs her wrist and tugs her along into the dining hall.

Eleanor barely had time to wave towards the person she was speaking before she was being hauled away by Sirius. Her eyes were a bit wide, partly in surprise and partly as she tried to take in what he was wearing. What in the world...?

Finally she managed to steady herself and fall into step rather than just being pulled along, though probably not quite as fast as Sirius would've liked.

"Why are you dressed like Edgeworth?"

"I'm Jack Frost! And I need your help."

...Apparently this is supposed to make sense. Into the main hall they go, still mostly empty, save for James and Lily and the people setting up the feast. off to the side is a wheeled cart piled with crackers, garlands, ribbon, pinecones and other miscellanea, including a tray of holiday treats. He picks up a ginger snap and presents it to her.

"First, you must eat this cookie or one like it. Then, once you have had a cookie, grab some crackers and put them any plate that hasn't got one yet. I've got to transfigure some pinecones into birds to decorate the tree with."

It might have been supposed to make sense, but that didn't mean it actually did. Eleanor probably would've come up with a clever comment about it too if there'd actually been a moment for her to do so.

Instead, she found herself in the mostly empty dining room with a cookie in her face and demands being made. After a couple seconds of considering, she silently took the cookie and ate it. Well. It was a good cookie, at least.

"Crackers onto plates." She echoed, and then she laughed and shrugged. "Alright, I can help. But only if you let me watch you turn something into a bird." She knew what 'transfigure' meant, after all, and just because she was adjusting to being around magic didn't mean she'd stopped finding it fascinating.

...Sweet merciful heavens, Eleanor, did you just ask Sirius Black to show off for you? You did?

Sirius grins like anything and holds up a large pinecone in one hand, his wand in the other, and begins drawing odd symbols in the air. The cone shakes and he tosses it up, where it bursts into a snowy white peacock, about half the size of an the real thing. It beats its wings and flies over to the tree, alighting and arranging its closed tail decorously across it.

"Not bad, eh?"

Well, it was an indirect request. She mostly just wanted to see something turn into a bird. Which was just as neat as she was expecting, really. She actually takes a couple steps towards the tree, her head tilted to the side as she studied the bird before she turned back to him.

"Is it real? I mean, does it stay that way forever, or will it change back?"

Sirius wanders aftr her.

"It'll wear off eventually, and it can't make eggs or anything like that. Every now and then you hear someone going on about how he's repopulating the Common Welsh Greens by transfiguring dairy trucks into dragons. Granted, the 'common' part is a complete misnomer anymore, because there's not a lot of space in Wales for dragons anymore. It's really still a pinecone, it just truly believes that it's a peacock."

"A pinecone that believes it's a bird..."

Eleanor spoke almost to herself as she looked at the bird again. There was something very deep about that, she suspected. About the nature of the world. Of course, she couldn't sort it out, but it still seemed...deep. Especially coming from someone like Sirius.

"People turn things into dragons?" She asked as she turned back, shaking the deep thoughts away as she moved to gather up some of the nearby crackers in her arms as she did.

"People turn anything into anything, if you wait long enough." Sirius picks up a few more pinecones and gets back to work. Just for the hell of it, he turns one into a pine martin.

"Some woman down in Stockbridge-on-Tine was discovered to have been turning her neighbor's cats into novelty kettles for years, and selling them right back to them. People do funny things."

Stein had changed his wardrobe for the occasion as well, though not as drastically as Eleanor had--he had simply switched his usual turtleneck for an equally-stitched dress shirt.

While it was a little jarring to see Eleanor out of her diving suit, he recognized her easily enough and wandered over with a little half-wave.

"You look very nice," he complimented with a little smile.

Eleanor smiled at Stein, giving him a little wave in return. "Thank you. You look very...you." Well, he did. A change of shirt didn't do much to detract from the gear in his head or the oddness of his baring.

"Have you started teaching yet?" She added after a moment, by way of making conversation.

"Thanks!" he said cheerfully. It was a compliment as far as he was concerned.

"No. But I will soon." Winter break wasn't overly long, after all.

She nodded at his smile and returned it with a smaller one of her own. "Sirius has been...pestering...me about going to Xaviers. Do I need to do anything special if I want to take your class or is it simply signing up for it?"

Not that she was sure what she was going to take, but a class about souls had to have been fascinating. Even if she wasn't sure she believed in them.

"Just go to the main office and tell them you want to register. It's pretty simple."

At least he thought so.

"I'll be looking forward to seeing you in class."

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