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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[carrytheshield.livejournal.com]

He was slightly surprised to be approached, and actually had to consider the question for a moment. There was much more variety than the foods he'd grown up with.

"The cake is very good, and so are some of the fruits. Especially the smaller ones," James answered. He'd noticed that the smaller and more brightly colored the food, the better it tasted, "And the ham is very good, at least, I think it's ham."

[karkdestiny.livejournal.com]

"Ham?"

At least he knew what cake and fruits were, but ham...didn't ring a bell. It must have been one of the things they had different names for, here - he'd noticed 'beef' tasted an awful lot like nerf.

Cade's own plate had some of that - he'd recognized it, at least - as well as some rolls, and some of the small, red fruits. It wasn't as though he had to worry about there not being enough, even with the horde of people here, right?

[carrytheshield.livejournal.com]

"It's a meat, it comes from pigs. Most of the food here is new to me too," James said, he glanced back to the tables of food and pointed with his fork. "That's ham, the large pink meat that's in slices."

So much was strange here, but at least the food was good. James hadn't eaten anything he didn't like yet.

[karkdestiny.livejournal.com]

Cade arched his brow, glancing briefly towards the point. Though- "You from off-planet, too?"

Didn't matter if he came from the moon or another system or another galaxy, like Cade himself - they were all not from 'around here', but his curiosity had been aroused on this subject.

Also on that 'ham'. He'd try it later.

[carrytheshield.livejournal.com]

"No, I come from a different, future version of this planet," He explained, "Everything here is close to what my world was like once, from what I've heard. It's different enough that I might as well be from off-planet."

The way that was phrased had James curious. "You're from another planet? That's cool. I've never been away from mine. Unless this counts."

[karkdestiny.livejournal.com]

Future? And he'd thought it odd people came from the past.

Cade hesitated for the briefest of moments, then mentally shrugged. It wasn't as though he had anything to lose by being honest, right? Besides, he'd sort of put himself in this position by his own words. "Out of the galaxy, or so I've been told," he admitted. "Still getting used to things - and kriff if I know if it counts." A dry smile. "Probably."

[carrytheshield.livejournal.com]

"That's really far away. But we probably have the same chance of going home from what I've heard. Getting used to this places takes some time. Some people I know from home are here."

James paused in his talking to work on eating for a few moments. Very little curbed his appetite.

[karkdestiny.livejournal.com]

"Lucky you." He wasn't that popular, at this point, with the people he knew...kark, the ones he did know who actually wanted to speak with him were mostly Jedi.

And the less seen of those, the better.

Eating rather than talking seemed like a decent idea - Cade followed it, lingering over some of the tastes with a thoughtful expression. He'd have to figure out the names of the rest of this, remember them for later...

[carrytheshield.livejournal.com]

After a few moments of comfortable silence and food, James spoke up again.

"What are you going to do while you're here?" James asked, curious. His own choice was obvious, but not everyone that was brought here was a hero where they came from.

[karkdestiny.livejournal.com]

James had caught Cade just as he was taking another mouthful of food. While normally not one for table manners, the mouthful gave Cade an 'excuse' to signal 'one second' as he chewed, swallowed...

...and threw reason to the wind.

"Same thing I do back 'home'. Hunt."

-not all of it, but most. What was the kid gonna do if he pried, tell him he was wrong? It may not have been the most glorious job in the galaxy, but it was hell of a lot better than flat-out piracy.

[carrytheshield.livejournal.com]

Nothing seemed immediately wrong to James about hunting, but that wasn't very specific.

"What do you hunt?" James was expecting it to be some kind of animal, that was the only kind of hunting he'd heard about.