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Who: Moonybase and YOU
When: 23 December 2009. 8am - 10pm
Where: Moonybase.
Summary: An open invitation to a party never looked so good. Check your weapons and powers at the door.
Warnings: Probably everything. Please see this post for details.
Format: Whatever works. Don't forget to add your tag.
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Remus had been to enough Christmas parties in his lifetime to know when one would end disastrously, including those that had been specifically dated to avoided interfering with other Christmas plans that the guests might have. This was one of them. But his tolerance had kept him quiet, the happy act of cleaning and decorating taken to as easily as any other task he did.
The twins had also been enlisted to help, given the important task of stringing a length of bright red ribbon and pine up the staircase to the second floor. The soft white lights that followed were magic. In fact, none of the lights, save for whatever lamps or overhead lights that Miles insisted upon, were run by electricity, and many were candles, kept only from setting anything ablaze by a flame-freezing charm.
By the time the morning of the party rolled around, the house looked as if it had been pulled straight out of a Christmas card, Remus borrowing from what he remembered of Christmases as Hogwarts and the Burrow, including a single bit of mistletoe in the entry. The snow helped, piling nicely (if in an oddly organized fashion) outside thanks to a little help from Miles, adding to the image; if nothing else, Remus was happy with it, the certainty that he would wind up having to transfigure another person into some sort of object nagging at the back of his mind.
Tin whistles, toy rocking horses, and sprigs of mistletoe were likely going to be very common later in the evening, he mused, tapping his wand rhythmically against the palm of his hand in thought as he checked everything over once more, walking through the sitting and dining rooms and out into the backyard where the tree house had been built out of ice and wood into the tree there. The floating green structures that Kyle Rayner had promised to provide were still missing, but they would be there soon enough.
He pocketed his wand and walked back into the house, shaking free the snow from his boots, and glancing at the clock. People who had offered their assistance had been asked to come early, which meant that the kitchen was soon going to turn into a madhouse, the extra stove only offering so much help. It also meant he had best make tea before he was banned from the room.
ooc; alkdsjfa you guys are amazing <3 For your convenience, links to the separate comment sections. To keep the death to your bandwidth down a little.
EARLY ARRIVALS: VARIOUS PREPARATIONS
TIMELY ARRIVALS: CHECK YOUR MOTIVES AT THE DOOR
SOCIALIZING FOR FUN AND PROFIT
GO AHEAD! TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL!
I'M GOING TO PISTOL-WHIP THE NEXT GUY WHO SAYS 'SHENANIGANS'
THIS IS WHY MANKIND INVENTED THE 'GUEST BEDROOM'
AND THEN EVERYTHING ELSE HAPPENED HERE
TAKING YOUR TOYS AND GOING HOME
When: 23 December 2009. 8am - 10pm
Where: Moonybase.
Summary: An open invitation to a party never looked so good. Check your weapons and powers at the door.
Warnings: Probably everything. Please see this post for details.
Format: Whatever works. Don't forget to add your tag.
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Remus had been to enough Christmas parties in his lifetime to know when one would end disastrously, including those that had been specifically dated to avoided interfering with other Christmas plans that the guests might have. This was one of them. But his tolerance had kept him quiet, the happy act of cleaning and decorating taken to as easily as any other task he did.
The twins had also been enlisted to help, given the important task of stringing a length of bright red ribbon and pine up the staircase to the second floor. The soft white lights that followed were magic. In fact, none of the lights, save for whatever lamps or overhead lights that Miles insisted upon, were run by electricity, and many were candles, kept only from setting anything ablaze by a flame-freezing charm.
By the time the morning of the party rolled around, the house looked as if it had been pulled straight out of a Christmas card, Remus borrowing from what he remembered of Christmases as Hogwarts and the Burrow, including a single bit of mistletoe in the entry. The snow helped, piling nicely (if in an oddly organized fashion) outside thanks to a little help from Miles, adding to the image; if nothing else, Remus was happy with it, the certainty that he would wind up having to transfigure another person into some sort of object nagging at the back of his mind.
Tin whistles, toy rocking horses, and sprigs of mistletoe were likely going to be very common later in the evening, he mused, tapping his wand rhythmically against the palm of his hand in thought as he checked everything over once more, walking through the sitting and dining rooms and out into the backyard where the tree house had been built out of ice and wood into the tree there. The floating green structures that Kyle Rayner had promised to provide were still missing, but they would be there soon enough.
He pocketed his wand and walked back into the house, shaking free the snow from his boots, and glancing at the clock. People who had offered their assistance had been asked to come early, which meant that the kitchen was soon going to turn into a madhouse, the extra stove only offering so much help. It also meant he had best make tea before he was banned from the room.
ooc; alkdsjfa you guys are amazing <3 For your convenience, links to the separate comment sections. To keep the death to your bandwidth down a little.
EARLY ARRIVALS: VARIOUS PREPARATIONS
TIMELY ARRIVALS: CHECK YOUR MOTIVES AT THE DOOR
SOCIALIZING FOR FUN AND PROFIT
GO AHEAD! TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL!
I'M GOING TO PISTOL-WHIP THE NEXT GUY WHO SAYS 'SHENANIGANS'
THIS IS WHY MANKIND INVENTED THE 'GUEST BEDROOM'
AND THEN EVERYTHING ELSE HAPPENED HERE
TAKING YOUR TOYS AND GOING HOME
EARLY ARRIVALS: VARIOUS PREPARATIONS
Cook number 1 reporting for duty!
He wasn't especially dressed up, as he expected to be helping out far more than being social, but his hair was tied back in a green ribbon and the sweater he had on was festive, if cheesy.
He knocked on the door politely, all but bouncing on his toes, pumped up and ready to help!
/bounces
"Nice sweater. You one of Edgeworth's assistants today?" he asked, taking the bagel out, glad that he'd gone the smart route and put the magatama on a chain hanging below his locket, his hands too full to be sticking in his pockets for it.
:)
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"Phoenix Wright. I'm your bouncer for the evening. Kitchen's through there."
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All I know fo WHAT he made is that there's salmon that needs cooking, cream puffs, cookies & soba :D
nom nom nom
If I were less lazy, I would go find a traditional Japanese menu for this, buuut :)
no no it's okay <3
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--and the bitches that live here |D
Early afternoon, though, he reappeared, as the sounds of busy minds was too much to ignore anymore. These sorts of things were quite alien to him on this scale; if he could not be of use, he would observe and learn, so come next time around...
In any case, he had decided it would be appropriate to offer Miles the gift he had found for him early, and that came downstairs with him.
\o/
As much as he wished to use this holiday dinner for both his own distraction and the gathering of information, he remained nowhere near as social a creature as the rest of his adopted family would have liked him to be in his own world; Franziska and Manfred had been the ones who preferred to attend the functions and command the guests.
Still, it was a commitment from which he could no longer run, and he intended to see it through.
...Just as soon as his eyes cleared from chopping all of those damned onions.
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"I would hope...that you are not overwhelmed just yet. Things have barely begun."
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Recognizing it as belonging to Blue even before he could see the other man, he nodded his head once in greeting. It was good to see the other up and about--and also meant that he would be able to switch all the old bedding out for the new set.
"No, not at all. Merely taking a moment to re-focus. There's much to do."
It was a lie, and he knew that Blue could probably tell somehow, but he told it anyway for his own comfort.
Offering something close to a tired smile, he asked, "And you? Will you be all right, or should we have Remus soundproof your room for the evening?"
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apologies for slowness. i am. kinda. readingeverysingletagtothislog so yeah.
no i feel you on this *rolls all over biggest log ever
BUILDING EXTRA ROOMS i must go work on an essay so will be slow
This was a chance to do both. Besides, he'd made a promise.
He rang the doorbell, turning up his collar a little at the chill.
/metas it up a bit
"Hello," he stepped aside to let the man in, studying him carefully.
He had no magical or spiritual way to detect deceit, and so would have to trust what his senses told him. "I'm hoping you've volunteered to help over the network, because you'll be put to work regardless for being this early."
It was mostly a joke.
mmmm delicious meta omnomnom
He considered. Didn't look like Phoenix or Edgeworth, so it had to be Remus. Good god, he was doing work for two video game characters and a guy from Harry Potter. The only way this was going to get more ridiculous was if ObiWan showed up.
Granted, knowing this place? That was not just likely, but assured.
He hid his nerdness well, however, not even batting an eye. "Remus, right? I'm Kyle Rayner, I signed up to put up the extra rooms...?"
Just wait until Quatre shows up for the tea party
"That would be correct," he smiled faintly, instantly looking far more interested in this new guest. "Yes, I've actually been wondering when you were going to arrive. I'm happy to see that unfortunate circumstances didn't keep you from joining us."
Ahahaha
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HOW DOES I SPELL
HOW DOES I SPELL
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COOK NUMBAH TWO
Clad in a pinstripe shirt and vibrant tie under his wool peacoat, he staggered to the door of the party house under the weight of his parcels. Heaven forbid he should try to carry gifts in addition - the food was more than enough. Without a hand free to knock, he just called out, "Oi! Somebody give me a hand here?"
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"Guess this means there are going to be a lot of left over," he joked, taking one of the bags from Sanji, and offering to take another.
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I really should colour this icon :D
OM NOM
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Cook #3! Cooking assistant might be a more accurate title.
Setting them down - they were heavy, but she didn't mind - Cameron knocked on the door and waited for an answer.
woo~ also, pulling temporary door duty
When people said they'd be early, they really weren't joking.
That pleased him to no end.
Tucking the notebook under his arm and sticking the pen in his shirt pocket, Edgeworth opened the door and found a young woman standing there with a decent pile of boxes nearby.
Early in the morning, female, and apparently quite well prepared?
"Ah. You must be 'Cameron'," he declared, giving her something of a smug smile and a slight bow. "Welcome. Will you be needing assistance with these?"
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"They are rather heavy, however, I can manage. There were several items on your list that were difficult to find and I was uncertain if you would require more so I purchased an extra amount. Also, the box on the bottom is insulated.
Would you like me to take these items directly to the kitchen?"
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more bitches that live here!
Thus, this was the first time Ruka had ever seen how much work went into just preparing a party, and though she wanted to help, everyone was moving so fast, it seemed like she'd just get in the way.
And so, she lingered around doorways and empty pathways, curiously watching the strangers in her house.
and the parental figures that may or may not publicly admit to adoring them
Well, and to figure out just where in blazes the children had disappeared to. Remus was the only magic-worker in the house at the moment. They shouldn't have gotten far.
"Ruka?" he called, quietly, peering up the stairs to the second floor.
The recreation room, perhaps? Hmm.
: A special holiday edition
"Yes?" she replied, pulling herself out into the hallway.
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whee typing on painkillers this is funnnnnn i have to try this more often honestly
... did you break yourself again?
I did not! I just had a headache. There was no breaking involved!
Well good! Though I heard there was a Cat Attack :|
Ah, that was later, and small
Well so long as you're not bleeding out on the floor then it's okay. /WRITES THE SLOWEST/WORST TAGS
and their nosy-ass brothers!
The question was simple and one Rua seemed to have a propensity for asking his sister whenever he snuck up on her -- always from behind, for some reason. Whether Ruka was even surprised by it anymore at this point remained to be seen.
as played by Mary Kate Olson
"Ohh, nothing," she replied, turning more fully. "Just watching everyone else."
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