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.

Comments

[hackeralastair]

"Lookin' sharp, man." Alastair approved. Highly. "Yeah, at least Edgeworth knows how to throw a party. I'm here for the food, mostly."

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

"Heh, thanks. Your look is..." he quirks a brow, "Festive. But not bad." Hiruma cackles a bit and puts his hands in his pockets, "He sure does. I'm here for the food, too. Otherwise I'd be at home, sleeping my ass off."

[hackeralastair]

"Hey, hey. I didn't feel like dressing up, okay?" Alastair shrugged a bit. "So, I take it that means you had a hell of a vacation. Didn't bring back any more sharks, did you?"

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

"Naaah. Didn't really have any time to go fishin'. Plus, I don't think Pierre wants any friends. He seems like the lone wolf type to me, don't you think?"

[hackeralastair]

"Lone wolf shark." Alastair shook his head. "Whatever, as long as you had fun. You didn't really miss much back here, except the chilly weather."

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I didn't think so. Figured the week before Christmas was a good time to do something. And it was!" He nods, "Airport traffic wasn't too bad or anything like that."

[hackeralastair]

"Oh, well that's good." Alastair looked around a couple of times to make sure certain other people weren't in earshot, and then grinned slyly. "Sooooo. You and Trowa hooking up, or something?"

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma just gives a loud cackle, thereby attracting a few wandering eyes over their way anyway. "Me and the lion? Kekekekek! Maybe. What's it to you?"

[hackeralastair]

"Nothin'. Just curious and all. Since you guys seem to be hanging out a lot lately." Not that Alastair noticed "a lot" but anyone who spent any significant time around Hiruma and wasn't into football was a curiosity.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

"Kekeke. Maybe so." Hiruma rubbed his chin and grinned, showing all his teeth, "Of course, I've also noticed a certain white-headed poof hanging out with the lion's ex... so juicy!"

[hackeralastair]

"Yeah, I only just found out about that," Alastair complained, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I totally didn't...wait. They're exes? Like...actually used to date each other and now?"

He tipped his head back and cackled. "Oh my god, what kind of soap opera is going on in our apartment building?"

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

"I've known about it for a while. It's sort of painfully obvious! Kekeke!" Hiruma nods, "Oh yeah. Trowa and Quatre were like this," he holds up his hand, with his fore and middle fingers crossed. "I got one, Bakura got the other. Talk about yer fuckin' rebound!"

"Kekekekek! I know! Those daytime TV shows got nothin' on real life. But whatever, like I care. Trowa is hot as fuck and smart to boot."

[hackeralastair]

"Psh, if you like that sort of thing." Alastair really had no room to talk, he was just as skinny, but hey. He liked to talk big. "He's been kinda...weird around me, I don't know."

He looked around again before gossipping further. "...so what do you know about Quatre? He's like...got a company here, doesn't he? Like Kaiba."

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

"Tch, I do! What, Bakura has?" That was odd. Usually Bakura was all over Alastair.

Oh, Hiruma does so love gossip~

"Quatre owns Winner Corp," he takes a sip of coffee before continuing, "Or he used to. I believe he stepped down after an incident. He's rich as fuck."

[hackeralastair]

"No, no. Trowa. I dunno, man, somehow we just never get off on the right foot or something."

Alastair contemplated that. Another rich CEO, just like Kaiba. "Incident, huh? This the kind of thing I should be worried about? On Bakura's behalf, I mean."

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Yeah, Trowa is kind'a...." Hiruma holds his hand out and waves it in a so-so type motion, "Trowa isn't really all that friendly. I don't think it's anything YOU did, per say."

The blond rubs the back of his neck as if massaging out a crick before speaking again, "Actually, I don't know what happened. Weird, I fucking know, but it seemed like really personal business, so I never asked. Whatever it was, it was bad. As for Bakura... well, I think it should be just fuckin' fine."

[hackeralastair]

"Oh, gee, awesome," Alastair said sarcastically. "One's not friendly and one you don't know anything about. Hangouts around the floor are gonna be real awesome from now on, aren't they?" He huffed a bit. "I'll be the judge of what's fine for Bakura. He's never had a boyfriend before, I don't want to see him get in over his head the first time."