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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Ysera watched with a smile through her closed eyes as up and down the table people popped their crackers open, spilling out a wealth of obviously enchanted objects. She hadn't been around this much magic since before coming to the City. It was not quite the same, but it felt a little more like home.

With a smile, she picked up her own and ran her fingers over it, feeling the magic contained inside. Then with a soft chuckle, she pulled the ends apart and with a bang her own treats spilled out. Laughing, she picked up her flowered derby hat before petting the fake flowers, and then tweaking them with her own dream to make them real - exotic frost lotuses from Azeroth - they smelled much better than artificial flowers. And then she set the hat on her head over her green holiday hat.

Then she noticed the tiny silver stag prancing around the edge of her plate. Surprised, she leaned down and reached out to touch the stag, murmuring softly to herself, "...Malorne?"

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It looks up at her and then dashes around to the other side of her plate, hooves tinkling prettily. It pranced a bit in place before approaching her hand.

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Ysera smiled gently at the tiny stag's antics and held out a fingertip toward it's nose. "Perhaps not..." she murmured, "I doubt anyone else here would know of him. But who might you be, then? One of Greatfather Winter's reindeer?"

As she murmured she carefully tried to feel out the enchantment on the tiny stag - was there some great stag's essence tied to it to make it live so?

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

It was a tidy little enchantment, attached to some runes etched onto the animal's stomach - any time the figurine was placed onto a china plate it would activate and prance around the bounds of the dish, but that was about it. It's behavior was imbued by a young wizard who was also a stag? There was some blur there, something more than simply human?

If she's really curious, she might be able to trace that magic to its caster, since he is in the room with her.