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capeandcowllogs2010-12-19 10:37 am
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C&C HOLIDAY JAMJAR ICE HOTEL HELL: PARTY
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.
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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"I guess that could be a possibility here...of course you wouldn't know until you contacted him. How did you know he was here in the first place?"
Once Stein encountered a problem, he generally felt inclined to see it through to the solution.
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Clint was gone, and James hadn't had a chance to meet him before he left, and now his dad might be gone too. That left only his mother.
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Still, that wasn't the only possibility, and Stein reached up and began turning the screw in his head as he thought out loud. It made a creaking noise as he turned it.
"But it's also possible that he didn't see your message, or spent too long trying to come up with a reply and wasn't able to respond before he disappeared."
The screw stopped with a loud click, and Stein let his hand drop back to his side.
"But you shouldn't worry. Research indicates that people who are brought to this dimension and then disappear have quite the statistical chance of appearing again, so you might get to meet him in the future."
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He was still staring after Stein stopped speaking and his hand was back at his side. He was thinking about what had been said as well, he was perfectly capable of doing both at once.
After a few moments, he spoke. "Even if he was a different version of my dad... I'd still like to meet him." Everything he said did make sense. James was still staring.
"That makes sense. I spoke to someone who's been brought here six times now, and there was even a different version of me here before." But he still might have wasted a chance to get to know his father, and there was no way to be certain he'd come back while James was still here, if he was really gone.
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"Even so, there's not much point in dwelling on it. Thinking about what could have been will only get you down, right?"
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Stein could be quite cheerful when he wanted to be, and at the moment there was a kind of warmth in his tone as well.