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

[satisfiedsigner]

[Better watch out, Bruno. If you start going for Kiryu's food, you're going to end up getting hit with a fork. Probably not stabbed, since that would ruin his food, but definitely hit.]

[donttasemebro]

[Hey even being thwacked aside with some force when he was just trying to get some food will make him go D: ]

Ow--! [Well it doesn't really hurt but still. He looks to the side at the administer of the fork-hitting and then his face falls into a sort of awkward recognition.]

Oh, uh-- ... hi.

[satisfiedsigner]

[Bruno gets another glare before Kiryu turns back to his food, looking a little amused.]

Didn't know you liked stealing. Did you learn that from Yuusei or Crow?

[donttasemebro]

[Well now Bruno's just going to glare back at him! With... the closest thing Bruno can achieve to a glare in this kind of situation. Which really doesn't look much like a glare.]

Hey! Yuusei doesn't steal.

[But he still thoroughly pulls his hand back and focuses back on his own plate somewhat meekly.]

And I was just reaching for one of those, [he gestures toward some platter of food items just beyond Kiryu's plate,] I wasn't trying to take anything of yours.

[satisfiedsigner]

[that is hilarious and maybe kind of endearing god he's going soft so Kiryu will just be snickering at his plate now.]

Maybe not anymore.

[the rest of that gets a bit of a skeptical look, but really, it's Bruno...] Hn...force of habit. Go ahead.

[donttasemebro]

[He so wants to say something like NO NOT EVER but a) he knows perfectly well that Crow stole things for his kids and he's always been okay with that, and b) Kiryu has known Yuusei for much, much longer than he has. ... Just like almost everyone else from home.]

[The endearing meekness fades away into something much more subtle; a vaguely lost sort of look, rapidly burying itself under a year's worth of practice at Not Thinking About It. He tries to sound casually indifferent when he responds.]

Nah, it's fine. [He reaches for a much closer basket of dinner rolls instead, still not looking at Kiryu.]

[satisfiedsigner]

[and that gets him a vaguely annoyed look; Kiryu really doesn't like when someone just backs down, especially when it's someone who's friends with Yuusei.

he deliberately reaches for one of those dinner rolls too.]

He didn't really steal, you know. He mostly just didn't care when we did.