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capeandcowllogs2010-12-19 10:37 am
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C&C HOLIDAY JAMJAR ICE HOTEL HELL: PARTY
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.
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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In fact it wasn't until the boy reached for some sugar and cream that the scientist really looked at him. What kind of creature was this?! Going to mix in such things with such a fine tea?!
"What are you doing?!" he blurted out, rushing over to try and stop him.
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Plooosh went the spoonful of sugar into the tea.
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THE HORROR!
"Well..." he sighed, shaking his head. "That is ruined."
That tea was beyond saving now. Perhaps some fixing could be made with his abilities, but it wouldn't be drinkable afterward. At least not by anyone, but him. Not that he'd want to drink it. Ruined tea like that.
"What kind of idiot does that to perfectly good tea?"
What are you going to do put energon in it :|a
"The... tea?" He look down into the cup where the sugar was sloshing gently at the bottom around the bowl of the spoon, and tilted his head in total incomprehension. He clearly still had every intention of drinking it.
"What's wrong with it?"
radiate it. clearly the best solution here
"You put sugar in it!" Could he not see that? What else could he possibly have meant? Such disrespect for tea, of course majority of the population didn't know what a great discovery they had with tea. Nothing on Cybertron could compare. It was pleasant. Different.
And this kid ruined it.
i tend to think that would decrease its healthful antioxidant properties
Bruno was more or less starting to catch on to this guy's objection at this point. That didn't mean he entirely got it.
"... You aren't supposed to?" he asked meekly, looking back down into the cup. Well, it was a different color than the stuff Lupin and Edgeworth typically drank... 'green tea' or whatever, right? Did that mean you prepared it differently? Bruno vaguely recalled that you did, but he hadn't really thought it mattered. Tea was tea, wasn't it?
true. would help with the sugar though.
He wasn't even human and he knew that!
"You do not put sugar in tea. Honey perhaps, in certain flavors, is acceptable. But not sugar! Not in that kind of tea. You might as well mix it with oil and soda."