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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[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma arrives just a bit late, trailing after Trowa. He is dressed more fit for a vampire ball than any sort of Christmas party, outfitted in a black pinstriped jacket, red waistcoat, black button-down shirt and a red tie. His pants matched his jacket and his shoes were black, pointed and shined to a mirror finish. The jacket has cuffs, despite not being a tux, and the cufflinks are silver bats. All in all, he looks very stylish.

He heads for the food table right away, hoping to find coffee there. He still hasn't recovered from his "vacation", even though he was hardly as active as some of his comrades. What a ride.

[hackeralastair]

Alastair wasn't looking nearly as spiffy as Hiruma, just a sweater and jeans, but that didn't stop him from zooming over as soon as he spotted the guy. "Hey! Hiruma! You're back!"

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma is working on scrounging up a cup of black coffee when Alastair's voice catches his ear. He turns and gives a bit of a grin. "Oi, hacker. Yeah, I'm back. Couldn't miss this, could I? Kekeke."

[hackeralastair]

"Lookin' sharp, man." Alastair approved. Highly. "Yeah, at least Edgeworth knows how to throw a party. I'm here for the food, mostly."

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

"Heh, thanks. Your look is..." he quirks a brow, "Festive. But not bad." Hiruma cackles a bit and puts his hands in his pockets, "He sure does. I'm here for the food, too. Otherwise I'd be at home, sleeping my ass off."

[hackeralastair]

"Hey, hey. I didn't feel like dressing up, okay?" Alastair shrugged a bit. "So, I take it that means you had a hell of a vacation. Didn't bring back any more sharks, did you?"

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

"OI! Coach! Head's up!"

A football comes flying at Hiruma from across the dining hall. Thrown by...EDGEWORTH?! (http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h7/tsukechick/RPG/Christmas%202010/praa-miles-edgeworth3.jpg)

No. The person is smiling too much. And is too short.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma,. despite his fatigue, never misses a beat and catches the ball easily, looking it over, then looking back over at the person who threw it.

A short, smiling Edgeworth.

But only one person in the City calls him "Coach".

"Sirius, what the hell are you wearing?"

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

"I'm JACK FROST, ATTORNEY AT LAW of course!"

Which is to say, he is one night-long walking prank on Edgeworth. Yelling across the room is totally the way to go here.

"You've got to open your present, though!" He points at the football in Hiruma's hand. It's a cheap foam thing, but with actual stitching across the top, tied in a bow.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma cackles loud and long, "That's a great costume! Though I wasn't aware we had to come in costume, huh?" He snickers.

He furrows his brows and turns the thing over in his hands, "There's something in here?" He shakes it. It feels solid. "Wizard trick, right? Kekekeke! You guys, man. I fuckin' dig it." He digs his nails under the stitching and pulls at it, opening the interesting gift.

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

It's actually just been hollowed out with a knife and a pumpkin scooper, but the stitching was put on by magic at least? Inside the hollow there's a small golden ball. If Hiruma examines it more closely, it grows wings (http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h7/tsukechick/RPG/Christmas%202010/Golden_Snitch.gif) and hovers an inch off his hand.

[ennoble.livejournal.com]

"Hiruma!"

Okay, perhaps Yuugi was a bit too excitable. But he hadn't spoken to Hiruma in a while, and screw everything he was going to call out to him. He approached, with the usual swagger in his step.

"What took you so long to get here?"

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

"Thunderhair! You came to this little shindig too?" Hiruma looked pretty excited as well, to tell the truth. He hadn't seen his old friend in a while, at least not face to face, so this was a pleasant surprise.

"It took me a while to get up and at'em. My vacation was way more tiring than I could have ever fucking imagined."

[ennoble.livejournal.com]

"Just what sort of vacation was this?" He couldn't help but ask.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

"I went down to Texas for some warmer weather ad a few football games!" That's his story and he was sticking to it. He even had faked ticket stubs to prove it. "Not much warmer down there, surprisingly. Football was good though. The high schools are havin' their fuckin championship games, and I love watchin' high school games." Sigh. The more he lied (and boy did the lies come easy) the more he wished he HAD gone to Texas to watch football.

[ennoble.livejournal.com]

Hhh... American football and clear small talk, two of his greatest weaknesses. If Hiruma was lying, Yuugi couldn't tell. He nodded along, "What's so different about a high school game then a professional one?"

That was real, genuine curiosity. For sports. From Yuugi. Only friendship could cause a miracle like that to happen.

[slingshots]

Carrie's got about the same idea, only less for coffee and more because food is a welcome Something To Do. Fortunately a more interesting option pops up as soon as Hiruma comes into sight, and there's a tiny grin as she promptly decides to see how close she can sneak before he notices.

Fair game, right? She's still wearing her ultra-disguising Robin shades, after all. A little impromptu Christmas party pseudo-training seems within the rules.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma sips his coffee gingerly, since the damn stuff is hot enough to scald him if he's not careful, and picks at the small appetizers.

Despite the low din of people talking, glasses clinking, and other party noises, Hiruma is always on the alert, especially after his little foray into international mafia politics. The ear closest to Carrie twitches and he turns to face her once she's within about two feet.

"Oi! Girlybird!"

[slingshots]

She freezes, but it's just a half second or so before a grin pops into place instead. The stealth part is over, and she promptly straightens and invites herself to a plate of cookies.

"Got closer this time."

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

"Don't get too cocky, student of mine!" Hiruma cackles, taking another sip of coffee and leaning against the table, "You hid in the background noise! Pretty clever. But you'll never be able to do it, as long as you fuckin' live. That is a promise."

[screwmeister]

Stein is, perhaps inconveniently, standing in front a set of prepared coffee cups, trying to decide whether or not he wants to take one.

It's a hard decision, so he's turning his screw to help himself think about it. It creaks.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma is on his second cup by now when he sees the... very unique man standing at the coffee table, looking perplexed and turning a screw. A screw in his head. Fucking awesome. Why doesn't Hiruma know who this guy is?

"Hey, that coffee ain't gonna bite, ya know."

[screwmeister]

"No," Stein says absently, and the screw stops turning with a distinct click.

"But I don't think the caffeine will be good for me at this time of night."

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

"Ah, not a late night coffee kind of guy? I get that," he sips his coffee a bit, "By the way, I'm Hiruma. I don't think we've met." He's being surprisingly cordial this evening, which is weird for such an odd looking boy.

[screwmeister]

Stein is a teacher (among other things) by trade, so he understands that even the unruliest kids can be polite when they want to.

"Stein," he says in return as he plucks a glass of water from the table instead. "Nice to meet ya."