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.

Comments

[crabulous]

I thought it was funny.

[newbvampire]

[She sighs, feeling bad for him.]

Alright, it wasn't that bad.

[crabulous]

Do you like comedy?!

[newbvampire]

Sometimes. Depends on my mood.

[crabulous]

You should come down to the supper club! I perform stand up on Wednesdays!

[newbvampire]

Oh? Maybe I will sometime. I could take some of my coworkers.

[crabulous]

Hooray! I'm attracting an audience!

[newbvampire]

Um...hopefully.

[crabulous]

I'd better, else friend Sanji might strike me. Or worse! He might cook me alive!

[newbvampire]

Wait someone hit you, and threatened to cook you alive?

[crabulous]

Oh yes. Several people. It's a regular occurrence.

[newbvampire]

Why haven't you reported this?

[crabulous]

Report it to who?

[newbvampire]

To the police, to me!

[crabulous]

Why would the police care? I'm still alive. No one's successfully eaten me yet.

[newbvampire]

It's still assault! That's a crime. We could arrest them and then they wouldn't hit you anymore.

[crabulous]

You can arrest people for that? I had no idea!

[newbvampire]

[Seras puts her head in her hand and rubs her forehead.]

How...uh never mind. Yes, you can have people arrested for that. So next time someone does hit you call me, or one of the other officers, alright?

[crabulous]

[He salutes.]

Aye aye, madame. Zoidberg is afoot!

[newbvampire]

[After staring at him for a moment she awkwardly returns the salute.]

See that you do. Wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you.

[crabulous]

Hooray! You care about my well-being!

[newbvampire]

Well, it is kind of my job.

[crabulous]

[At that, Zoidberg scuttles around. He's dancing!]

[newbvampire]

[Seras smiles and laughs. It's hard not to at the sight of Zoidberg dancing around.]