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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.
Winter Wondervolt - For All Your Holiday Gnome Needs
The machine hummed cheerfully, the platform glowed blue as festive illusionary snow swirled around the machine. There was a sign in front of the machine that read:
"Step into the Winter Wondervolt for holiday magic and cheer."
Anyone who stepped onto the platform would be transformed into one of Greatfather Winter's Little Helpers - a gnome (http://pics.livejournal.com/ofthedream/pic/0006bxg4) wearing festive holiday clothing (http://pics.livejournal.com/ofthedream/pic/0006c92e) in either red or green (http://pics.livejournal.com/ofthedream/pic/0006a2kz). Men would become a male gnome, and women a female gnome. (However, once she realizes the Major is at the party, she'll tweak it to turn him into an overweight, holiday goblin, instead.) Gnomes are about 3' - 3'8" for men and 2'10" - 3'6" for women.
Ysera smiled before heading off to mingle more and find Sanji again. It was nice to spread a little bit of Azerothian holiday cheer.
Re: Winter Wondervolt - For All Your Holiday Gnome Needs
Open, come see the gnome boy!
"Hey, this thing's a Transmogrifier! I invented that! It's mine! Who's the person who brought it here? Does anybody know where they are?" Calvin didn't know which bothered him more- that he'd been transformed into some kind of Christmas elf (okay, that wasn't so bad really), that his Transmogrifier had been redesigned without his approval, or that the 'Wondervolt' deviated from the rugged charm of the classic cardboard box design.