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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[soldieringblue]

Blue's main goal of simply arriving had already been achieved, leaving his evening rather vacant for else to do, so there was little excuse to argue against Sirius' invitation. Though that twinge of concern for their mutual friend left Blue's eyebrows raised a moment longer, the overload of positivity and excitement was something hard to compete with. And Sirius was someone to be fairly trusting of after all, so Blue felt no need to be completely guarded. Just enough as was comfortable.

"I'll follow," he agreed with a nod.

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

Sirius leads him in. The hall is huge and fully-decked, and in addition to the feast being assembled in the center,

"See the tree? I did the birds as well."

Instead of ornaments, the large tree is decorated with golden pinecones, red and gold ribbons and a flock of snowy-white birds: doves, ptarmigans, owls, egrets and even a grand white peacock. They fly from branch to branch, singing with voices like bells. Sirius is quite proud of them.

He wonders briefly where to bring Blue - he personally thought a bit of merriment would do the man good, but Blue already looked like a fish suddenly handed a top hat and a bicycle. Might as well put him over by Remus and Edgeworth, that was probably going to be the calmest area, even with people coming up to talk to the hosts.

[soldieringblue]

The fish in tow seemed to look a little less lost for the moments that his attention was turned toward the tree. Magic was still a profoundly surprising thing, but it had yet to be something beautiful rather than functional. Since his travels around the planet, Blue had taken a great liking to the different kinds of birds he'd encountered, and he noticed some that seemed familiar to the ones from far away.

He ceased trying to follow the trail of Sirius' thoughts in favor of slowing to a stop at a point where he could still stay as he was to see the tree.

"You did this...?"