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capeandcowllogs2010-12-19 10:37 am
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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.
XD
I HAD TO
obviously xD
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"Let me know if it meets your approval~," he added smartly.
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Yeah, he was laying it on a little thick, but Sanji was in his element.
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He was frustrated, partly by having to give up his swords and partly because the suit he was wearing was far more stuffy than he was used to. But Sanji had told him to dress nice, and of course, Zoro had taken that as a challenge to dress nicer than the cook.
Still, what little joy could be pulled from matching, if not surpassing, Sanji's ability in formal wear, was tainted by the loss of his precious swords. So, to cheer himself up, he'd tease Sanji. And drink large amounts of sake. So there he was, positioned behind Haruka and next to Sanji doing just that: drinking sake and being an ass.
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She turns a little in her chair to look up at Zoro, examining him a moment. He looked like a fighter, maybe someone like Mamoru. The thought both interests and disappoints her, as being away from Mamoru hurt worse every day, but... maybe someone with similar interests to him could fill the gap, even a little bit. She'd never really known Mamoru to drink a lot, though...
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Finally, he spoke. "Something on my face?"
SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY orz
TAKE YOUR TIME BABE
"Yeah. Why?"
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"Sorry, I um, just had a feeling." That just sounded like an awkward reply. She couldn't really tell him why she was interested; at least not in one sitting.
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And the last time he had met one he ended up tied to a pole, awaiting execution.
Still, he doesn't really have the urge to walk away from her. He does however, feel like sitting. And there's a free seat right next to her. With a cracker thing on the plate. He sits down, sets his drink down, and inspects it.
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But thinking on Mamoru every 5 seconds was not going to help her homesickness whatsoever.
"They burst open with presents, I think," Haruka explains, gesturing once to her pirate hat and the candy strewn across the table.
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Luffy would kill for a stupid hat like this. He laughs softly, to himself, and places it on his head, ignoring the fact that he feels ridiculous. Oddly enough, the hat kind of suits him, though it could just be that it matches the three earrings hanging off his left ear.
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