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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[screwmeister]

Doctor in black tuxedo, meet doctor in...dress shirt and labcoat. It's as fancy as Stein gets. He also has a largish covered dish, though, so he's gravitating toward others with obvious food items.

"Hey. Do you know where this stuff goes?" He lifts his dish a little to make what he's referring to clear.

[professorlionface]

He has a screw in his head. Hank had seen, and been, far stranger, and this didn't seem to faze him in the least.

"I asked the desk clerk, and he told me that we're to bring it to the kitchen. I suppose we were meant to arrive earlier!"

[screwmeister]

"Oh," Stein said, apparently nonplussed by the obviousness of this solution.

"That would make sense..."

He was, for the record, curious about Hank's appearance, but he didn't think it would be very polite to point it out.

[professorlionface]

And he'd be right!

"It's this way, I think." Hank pointed down a hallway as he began to walk down it himself.

[screwmeister]

Finally his limited social skills are put to good use!

"Right," Stein said assertively, and trailed after him. "Do you have a good sense of direction?"

[professorlionface]

"It's nothing exceptional, but I can find my way around." He pauses to glance at Stein from over his shoulder. "Also, the clerk told me where it would be."

[screwmeister]

"That," Stein said very seriously, "is cheating in terms of natural directional ability."

[professorlionface]

"Perhaps," he replied, wearing a wry grin. "But it's cheating at a game I wasn't really aware that we were playing. After all, what would you be doing now if I hadn't asked?"

He was silent a moment as they continued down the hall, then he glanced back again and asked "Not to mention, wasn't that how you began our conversation in the first place?"

[screwmeister]

"I haven't made any claims about my sense of direction or lack thereof."

Of course, he's smiling, so he was probably kidding about the whole thing anyway.

[professorlionface]

Settling into more of a smirk, "Nor did I claim that mine was anything exceptional, or that I was directing us under nothing more than my own intuition."

Sniffing for a second, his eyes brightened and his smile widened. "Oh, how marvelous! I suppose I could've guided us there with my sense of smell. Dinner, by the way, should be delicious, if this is any indication."

[screwmeister]

"Oh. That's a useful ability." It was his researcher's heart that allowed Stein to sound so detached about it.

Immediately after, he spoke with a little more enthusiasm: "Are you getting a whiff of turkey, by any chance?"

[professorlionface]

"Comes with the territory," he remarked as he sniffed more thoughtfully. A moment later, he answered, "The ham is a bit overpowering, as well as the steamed asparagus, but yes, I do believe I smell turkey!"

[screwmeister]

"Nice," Stein said, and he was all smiles again. "I guess it wouldn't be appropriate to sneak a taste, huh."

[professorlionface]

"Probably not! You'd have to as the cooks, of course."

And here they finally were, as Hank pushed open the door to the kitchen.

[screwmeister]

Stein put his dish down on the nearest table and felt that his mission had been accomplished.

"Good," he said, obviously satisfied with things. "Now we just have to wait until dinner actually starts."

[professorlionface]

Hank got the attention of the nearest attendant and after being assured it would be taken care of, handed off the basket. The same attendant went ahead and grabbed Stein's dish while he was at it.

"I suppose so. The party's already beginning in the main room, that would probably be the best option."

Extending his arm, "I'm Dr. McCoy, by the way."

[screwmeister]

Stein shook his hand, grip firm, and let go relatively quickly. He wasn't real big on touch, though he may or may not have taken the opportunity to analyze Hank's...interesting physique. The shape of the hand could be very telling, after all.

"Dr. Stein," he said in response. "Thanks for the help."

[professorlionface]

"Not a problem at all, it was on my way." He looked back for a moment before walking away, "I'll see you later, perhaps. Enjoy the party."