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.

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[madeyoufly.livejournal.com]

This party seemed like a good opportunity to research Twentieth Century customs for celebrating Christmas, so here Brainy was, just a few minutes after seven, with a purple and black scarf wrapped around his neck as the only concession to the wintry weather outside.

[screwmeister]

Stein was hanging around the lobby, chatting with people he recognized as they came in.

Though he had traded his usual turtleneck out for a dress shirt, he was still utterly recognizable through his screw and labcoat. It wasn't long before he spotted Brainy and headed over, no less interested in Brainy's appearance (and his research) than he had been the first time they spoke.

"Hey," he said mildly as he approached.

[madeyoufly.livejournal.com]

How long is it going to take Stein to notice that Brainy is kind of awkward in social situations? Probably not long at all, with the way he seems a little startled to actually be spoken to for a few seconds, before clearing his throat to reply. "Greetings."

[screwmeister]

Stein has very little awareness of how awkward any given situation is, so probably never.

"I read your report. It was...enlightening."

It had admittedly been something of a tough read, but Stein was a real academic. Plus he had since obtained a computer and was able to do a little research of his own.