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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.
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"I couldn't refuse an invitation from my own cousin." Well, she could, but she has to admit that spending Christmas alone really isn't all that appealing.
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"There's the Golden Witch, who I've taken to calling Aurelia Stulta. She seems something more like a goddess or spirit, actually, and obviously she doesn't speak Latin," since the last name he'd assigned her meant 'stupid', "but she seems interesting at least."
He leads her very carefully away from where Tonks is sitting, to another long table.
"Speaking of goddesses, over there is Aphrodite. Claims to be the Aphrodite, and as I value my budding adolescence, I'm not going to argue. And that woman there with her eyes closed is Ysera. She's a dragon, actually. Not of the Horntail variety, but of the trapped-a-dozen-of-us-in-a-nightmare-for-a-week-and-can-take-human-form variety."
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Bella shoots a short glare at Tonk's back. They had quite an unpleasant meeting before Sirius came to talk to her.
"Why would a goddess lower herself enough to mingle with mortals? Clearly she doesn't have very high standards." Her voice is dripping with sarcasm -- she doesn't even bother believing in a power higher than Voldemort. Bellatrix looks more interested when he points out Ysera. "A dragon, you say? I take it she isn't from our world."
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"That's the question, really. Apparently she got nabbed by the Porter same as we did, but that's not really very divine either." He shrugs: she hadn't made enough of an impression on him for him to care, other than...you know. Appreciating her ample endowments from afar.
"Never seen a dragon from our world look like that. ...Hell, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I'd think she was just a tall elf or something, but she's the only one out of all the imports who's displayed goddess-like power, if you ask me. There was apparently this rash of people being...Imperiused, basically, and they got her too. One day she just went off and put half the entire city to sleep, including me and a bunch of other imports. There was nothing for it but to try to keep our wits about us and fight her off. She snapped out of it, but it took days."
Sirius is not exactly Ysera's biggest fan, but he's sufficiently scared of her to want to leave her alone rather than seek revenge.