C&C HOLIDAY JAMJAR ICE HOTEL HELL: PARTY

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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.

Comments

[newbvampire]

[Seras waves at Zoidberg as she walks by.]

You seem to be enjoying yourself.

[crabulous]

Hello, friend vampire!

[Bits of food fall out of his mouth as he stands up, scuttling after her.]

Imagine seeing you here!

[newbvampire]

[She politely ignores the food falling everywhere. It's not like he means to make a mess, right?]

Well, everyone else was coming and I thought it might be nice to get out and be social for a change. Take a break from work and all that.

[crabulous]

Oh yes! It's a swinging shindig, it is! So many new people to meet, so little time.

[newbvampire]

Met anyone interesting yet?

[crabulous]

[He floppy face sinks.]

I've not introduced myself to enough strangers, perhaps.

[newbvampire]

Well, there's still plenty of time left to do that.

I'll admit I haven't introduced myself to very many people yet either.

[crabulous]

I'm under the impression that they're avoiding me.

It's probably because I smell horrible.

[newbvampire]

[Maybe he did smell a bit.]

Have you tried a new soap, maybe?

[crabulous]

[He shakes his head sadly.]

Soap makes me smell like fish and flowers.

[newbvampire]

I guess that would be worse, wouldn't it?

[crabulous]

It's quite a putrid stench, it is.

[newbvampire]

I really don't want to imagine what it's like.

[crabulous]

[Sorry Seras, he can't take a hint.]

Perhaps you are familiar with ambergris?

[newbvampire]

Isn't that the thing they use to make perfume?

[crabulous]

[Nodnodnod.]

It's whale vomit!

[newbvampire]

That's disgusting! Ugh, I'm never buying a bottle of perfume ever again.

[crabulous]

It's the natural order of things. [A pause.] Or the natural odor! Haha!

[newbvampire]

That joke is terrible.

[crabulous]

Friend Hood would have laughed.

[newbvampire]

It's still a terrible joke.

[crabulous]

I thought it was funny.

[newbvampire]

[She sighs, feeling bad for him.]

Alright, it wasn't that bad.

[crabulous]

Do you like comedy?!

[newbvampire]

Sometimes. Depends on my mood.