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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[livesarock]

Zelgadis nearly missed the greeting entirely from his standpoint, catching Lina's gaze and turning his head to follow it to find Terra there. His last swallow of coffee went down poorly, making his stomach knot a caffeinated stomach knot.

"...Hi."

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Lina was busy inspecting the girl over. Right, the girl who'd barged into Zelgadis' apartment before. She seemed nice enough and Lina couldn't tell there was any ill-will there.

"Why wouldn't we be here? Do you see all this food?" It's said with such emphasis as if to say 'Why else would we be here'.

[diesarock]

If she didn't before, she saw now. It was hard to miss just how much food there was in front of Lina (or, it was now that it had been pointed out), and Terra could feel the way her jaw dropped and eyebrows bent in confusion. What, had they just parked chairs next to one of the catering tables?

Moments passed through several blinks before she could offer a weak "Uh, yeah..."

[livesarock]

Oh, hell.

It was difficult enough to find normal footing around Terra, but adding the culinary carnage on display as Lina's fine work wasn't going to improve things. Or...maybe they would – his bulk eating was rather sparing in comparison. But regardless of that potentially saving grace or not, Zel's face was starting to heat up, and it certainly wasn't the cruddy coffee's fault.

His intelligent contribution to the conversation came by way of an awkward clearing of the throat, eying Lina's mess with a wince.

[fireballed.livejournal.com]

Zelgadis, you are not being helpful. What what, what are you doing.

Lina could see what was going on. Right, her eating habits were still unique as far as other people went. Whatever, she wasn't letting that bother her.

"So, Terra, right? How'd you get to meet Zel?" She is working you into this conversation, Zelgadis, and you will like it.

[diesarock]

The window for apology was rapidly being boarded shut, if it had ever been open in the first place, and Terra still hadn't the nerve to actually say anything about it. It was easier to just go with whichever way Lina wanted to direct the conversation.

"He talked to me when I first arrived. Over the network," she said with a shrug. It was hardly a story. "After that was... just chance."

Absurdly frequent chance, but...

[livesarock]

Zelgadis' wince evolved into a slow, suspicious stare at Lina, scanning for motive. Like hell she'd care about this or that in his life unless it was somehow advantageous to her (and, for whatever reason he couldn't fathom besides her evil streak, embarrassing him was rather advantageous).

"Yeah..." His reply was just as slow, replying that goading look she had begun to give him with a don't cause trouble glare of his own.