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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[ennoble.livejournal.com]

"Just what sort of vacation was this?" He couldn't help but ask.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

"I went down to Texas for some warmer weather ad a few football games!" That's his story and he was sticking to it. He even had faked ticket stubs to prove it. "Not much warmer down there, surprisingly. Football was good though. The high schools are havin' their fuckin championship games, and I love watchin' high school games." Sigh. The more he lied (and boy did the lies come easy) the more he wished he HAD gone to Texas to watch football.

[ennoble.livejournal.com]

Hhh... American football and clear small talk, two of his greatest weaknesses. If Hiruma was lying, Yuugi couldn't tell. He nodded along, "What's so different about a high school game then a professional one?"

That was real, genuine curiosity. For sports. From Yuugi. Only friendship could cause a miracle like that to happen.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

That's because Hiruma was a most excellent liar. Even the most skilled had issues calling his bluffs when he didn't want them to. Hiruma is a little surprise that Yuugi is interested, but not in a bad way. "Well, athletes at the professional level are all about the same. They only use certain plays and do certain things... very rarely do you get interesting, ballsy plays because there's no reason to!" He smiles broadly, "But in the lower tiers, the players aren't all supermen. They have to use more tricks and take more chances! It makes fer a more interestin' game."

[ennoble.livejournal.com]

"I get it." That was like any other game, actually. Professionals aren't as ballsy due to regulations and similar strength; there was no point. Now, only if he could come up with something else to say...

"Have you eaten yet?" ... That was a terrible question.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

"So, that's why I go! Kekekek! Simple as that."

Hiruma cocked a brow. Wow, Yuugi really was the awkwardest turtle in all the land, wasn't he. "No, I haven't. Well, not fer real. Just snacks."

[ennoble.livejournal.com]

At least he was talking, or making an attempt at it. Anzu couldn't get him to say more then one or two words on their date. Don't get him wrong, this wasn't because he was nervous. He just didn't know what to say, and that fueled his awkwardness more. If only he could come up with something he knew well enough, he'd chat Hiruma's pointy ears right off.

Too bad trash-talk and dramatic speeches made for lousy conversation.

"I haven't, either."

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

It was ok with Hiruma. He liked Yuugi well enough that his awkward nature when it came to conversation didn't bother him. It reminded Hiruma of when he was younger and hadn't quite developed the silvered tongue he had now.

"Eh, feast should be out soon! Should be good. That Bluffles always goes all out on everything he ever does."

[ennoble.livejournal.com]

"Yes, he does. That guy likes to show off."

Yuugi shrugged his shoulders, continuing to walk next to Hiruma. He noticed the other headed to the buffet table first. And he was getting pretty hungry himself.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

"Hah! He's just so humble and modest," Hiruma drawled with no small amount of dripping sarcasm, "I do fucking wonder how he manages it! Kekekeke!"

Hiruma continues to pick on the snacks that had been laid out, little more than hors d'œuvre. He pops a piece of fruit in his mouth and chews thoughtfully. "Hm, wonder what kinda food is gonna be served?"