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

[magicalworld]

"Wow, you're really dedicated." Calvin knew all about being a superhero and what a hard life it was, what with being smacked around by Godzilla and all. Although he did still have his costume...

"Don't you ever feel tempted to waver in your tireless pursuit of justice, though? Like, say, during the holidays?"

[temporaltossed.livejournal.com]

"Make you a deal, you can have two desserts if you eat at least on serving of veggies, okay?"

She knew she shouldn't be making deals like that, but what the hell, it was the holidays.

[magicalworld]

"Oh, okay." He pouted a little to show how incredibly magnanimous he was being, but inwardly he knew a bargain when he heard one. "I'll be right back!" He scooted off to the buffet table before Ms. Summers could change her mind on her generous terms.

[temporaltossed.livejournal.com]

As he bounded off, Rachel wondered if she should have specified what a serving of vegetables looked like, lest he come back with something like a single carrot. But instead, she waited, chuckling a little at the kid's enthusiasm.

She had no idea what to do with kids, but she hoped she was faking it well enough.

[magicalworld]

Potatoes were vegetables, right? Calvin didn't hate potatoes. They're plants, they grow in the ground, right? So they must count as vegetables! When he got to the table he hovered over it and scooped some mashed potatoes onto his plate, then spent a few moments shaping and spreading them with his fork, building them up so the serving looked as large as possible. Then he got two brownies. Large ones.

He got back to the table and immediately grabbed more bread for on the side, placing the slices over the brownies on his plate to make them look smaller. Then he turned and smiled at Rachael. "Okay, ready to eat!"