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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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Pushing it open, this time he had to do his best to keep the wind from taking it away. Pushing it closed again, he glanced back at James soberly. "We're trapped."
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He wanted to get back to Gerry, but Gerry was safe with Tony. He could deal with being trapped for a night.
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He tucked his glasses in a coat pocket before continuing. "I'm not sure of its exact nature just yet, but I intend to further analyze it. In the meantime, if you could inform the desk clerk, or the manager if he's on hand, of the situation, I'd appreciate it."
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A flare of raw, foreign magic had washed over her, leaving an odd tugging sensation upon her essence for a moment. She had frowned, and turned slowly around, her head cocked slightly to the side as she tried to determine what had happened. It hadn't felt hostile or corruptive... But what was it? She faintly felt it settling, but she wasn't sure what shape the magic was taking, or why.
As she had started toward the doors to the dining hall to investigate, the doors opened and Edgeworth and Remus had entered and announced the dinner was beginning. Ysera had relaxed and tried to put it out of her mind. There was a lot of magic flowing through the dining hall and lobby as it was. She decided that surge had probably been something to do with the party.
She wouldn't know differently until after dinner; although curiosity over the magic would nag at her all throughout the evening. After dinner, she made her way out into the lobby, following her faint sense of the magic to investigate.
As she approached the main doors, still following the feel of the magic - which must be outside the building - she noticed the two males standing in front of the doors and looking very worried (both in and out of their imaginings). While unfamiliar with the species of the large blue-furred male, she wasn't phased by his appearance and approached with only slight hesitation over how worried they seemed.
"...Is something amiss, good sirs?" Hopefully they wouldn't be further distressed by the sight of a seemingly-blind, elven woman, with horns and green hair.
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"We're trapped," James said.
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Hank nodded to Ysera as she approached, then proceeded to answer James' question while appending his statement to her at the same time. "There is, beyond one of the worst blizzards I've seen, especially in a city like this, some kind of barrier containing the storm, the hotel, and us with it. I have yet to determine its exact nature and properties."
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