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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[formidophobia.livejournal.com]

Jon's wont was to spend his time with the few people he felt--all right, not safe around, since he'd stopped valuing his personal safety a long time ago--but at least less completely awkward and out of place. It said a lot that he'd come at all, considering how many enemies he thought he had in this place. What if it was some elaborate trap?

"We'll leave right after dinner, won't we?" It was half a question, half a desperate promise--as much as he knew Nico needed normal socializing, Jon hated it, so much. He pulled his coat around him a little closer, eying the partygoers reluctantly.

As ill advised as it was, he'd brought his mask, tucked into the lining of his coat. The presence of it comforted him, even if he knew he couldn't currently afford to do anything.

[natureinblood]

"Stay as long as you'd like, Doctor," Remus said, answering the question before Nico had the chance, giving the boy a half-smile in apology for speaking before he could as he met Crane's eyes.

[formidophobia.livejournal.com]

Well it wasn't like Jon was surprised that Remus was there, or that he'd entertained the unrealistic notion of being able to dodge encounters actually (gasp) talking to people the whole night. His expression slipped into a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes.

"That's generous of you." He responded, putting a hand on Nico's shoulder, mentally calculating. Probably asking after Remus's family would be perceived as a threat. Asking after the weather would be dull and asking after the party itself... well, that seemed relatively benign.

"Was it a lot of effort, setting all of this up?"

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

Sirius is immune to awkward. Possibly because he is dressed exactly like Edgeworth, down to having silvered his hair.

"...Well, if you want to, I'm just happy you came at all!"

Okay the smiling totally doesn't go with the costume. Completely ruins the character.

[formidophobia.livejournal.com]

"...I didn't know this was a halloween party; are you trying to terrify the children?" He was definitely surprised, and amused--the scamp would probably turn on him with that mocking someday, but Jon had no problem with it while it was victimizing other people.

He couldn't say with honesty that he was happy he'd come, but he could almost do one better. "I'm glad to see you."

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm Jack Frost, a beloved holiday character, freezing window panes, hanging icicles from innocent noses and solving complex legal disputes!" He crosses his arms over his chest and attempts an appropriately haughty, disapproving glare.

...It's uncanny.

A quality probably not much-improved when he smiles again and throws an arm around Crane's shoulders and gestures at the dining hall and all its glory. "Horrifying as I may be, the only terror awaiting tonight is how in Merlin's name are we going to eat all this food? Are you prepared to join the fray?

"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that fills his plate with me shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, this day shall gentle his condition; and gentlemen City-wide now-a-bed shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint...what is today, the 19th? What is that? We've missed Saturnalia. ...Opalia, I think? Fought with us upon fair Opis's day!"

One assumes that he will at least talk less once there's food in his mouth.

[formidophobia.livejournal.com]

"Are you." Jon wasn't sure what to make of the arm around his bony shoulders, but he didn't say anything or shrink away, just held still a moment, "Henry V. You educated little imp, you know exactly how to keep my attention."

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

Christmas, Jon. Christmas.

"Yes, it is my favorite thing, attention. I need it to live."