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.

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[curses]

She is armed with something infinitely more powerful than a gun. In fact, she's actually lightly fingering her wand, which is conveniently hidden underneath her cloak. But right now, Bella doesn't feel like causing a big fuss at the very beginning of the occasion, so Haruka gets a polite - if a bit blasé - reply in return. "Quite. I see a lot of people chose to attend."

[precog-princess.livejournal.com]

Haruka wouldn't understand if Bellatrix pointed a wand at her, anyway. Muggle in every sense of the word. She's only read the first Harry Potter book, anyway, and that was a few years ago. She doesn't remember much of it.

She nods politely as well and eyes the crowd of guests. "More than I'm used to." The girl fiddles with her skirt again, not meeting Bella's eyes a moment. She was trying to feel comfortable talking to her, but something about Bellatrix makes it difficult. "I don't really know many of them, either..."

[curses]

If Haruka read past Book Four, she would have never approached Bella. Still, there is something about the girl's nervousness that Bella's sees no harm in indulging. After all, she can't just stand here until dinnertime, which she surmises would be an awkward affair based on who she knows is attending alone.

"I don't either." A beat. "My cousin asked me to come."

[precog-princess.livejournal.com]

Haruka wasn't even sure if she had cousins, as most of her family was dead... but the thought that one could port in surprises her. "Well, at least the Porter brought in someone you know." She gives a small smile. Bellatrix was lucky in that regard, at least. Haruka still wished so badly for someone she knew to come in and take her back home.

[curses]

"Oh, the Porter brought in quite a few of my acquaintances." Bella frowns, remembering Harry -- who is supposed to be dead -- and Nymphadora, someone who's existence she'd rather not acknowledge. "And I'm not exactly thankful for their company."

[precog-princess.livejournal.com]

She certainly seems irritated, Haruka thinks to herself. "Maybe they won't stay long?" she offers, somewhat. Who knows how long the Porter would make anyone stay, but it was probably best that someone as 'bad vibes' as Bellatrix stayed calm.

[curses]

"One can only hope." Despite all her taunts, she's not really very eager to meet her niece and the Potter boy. If they were in their own world, sure. But here...there were too many variables out of her control. She can't do as she pleases anymore.