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.

Comments

[soldieringblue]

Her secrecy was as hers as it could be in the presence of a psychic; he only felt what thoughts and emotions wafted freely from her. Beads of a recognition that weren't entirely in his regard - curious, of course, but nothing he could actively pursue unless he pried or eventually spoke aloud about. And for the moment, there was enough dialogue already in the open to keep him busy.

Young again seemed a curious turn of phrase for someone who looked as she did, but a more attentive glance in her direction gave him pause to consider it. There was a much older quality to the metaphysical attributes of her that he could detect freely. Curious...

His expression flickered his broken train of thought for a moment, brought back by her quick addition of open thought. Change, huh...

"Yes," he agreed quietly, pushing a faint smile on his face. "I've come to understand that much. Many people refer to these days as a means of redemption or a change of course."

[unastregadoro.livejournal.com]

"'Resolutions,' as humans like to call it." Beatrice is choosing her words carefully. That buzzing sensation in her head is quite odd---is he reading her mind? Trying to? Was Matsuka doing the same when she had been speaking to him, only, not as strongly? Was that why he had recoiled initially in her presence? "While I agree that change is always a good thing, I find it dreadful that most don't really keep to these 'resolutions' they have in mind...they only say that they do, but words are never enough. Only action leads to results. Words are abstract. Easily twisted."

For the merest of seconds, her eyes carry a glint of cruelty in them as she speaks these words, but it quickly fades when she asks, "good sir, if you saw a child desperately in need of help and support, would you put in your utmost effort to do as obliged, even though it's clear they've been abused and manipulated into remaining loyal to their parent?"

'Master', she wants to say, but that would make things too obvious.