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[natureinblood]

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

Comments

GO AHEAD! TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL!

[bluffing-ruffle.livejournal.com]

Sit down where-ever you like (or don't sit down at all, if that's your style); there's plenty of food to go around. Possibly a little too much. But it's good to be prepared. Chill with friend and foe alike and talk with both over a turkey leg--or sit glowering in frosty silence at each other over the butterscotch pudding. Whatever suits you best!

[chickengood.livejournal.com]

[Mm, turkey. Not quite like her favorite food, but it's pretty close. And pretty well made.

In other words, Leeloo is just munching on her turkey leg while looking at the decorations with a bit of fascination - when she catches other people looking at her, she gestures a bit saying:] You. Want some?

*zooms in on

[soldieringblue]

[Blue, just passing by to deposit an empty teacup, mistakes the question as directed at him and stops, turning his head to see--]

Ah, no. [an apologetic smile.] Thank you.

kyaa

[chickengood.livejournal.com]

[She observes him for a moment - white hair, red iris, frail body - still chewing. She pulls her lips to one side in some sort of lopsided, casual smile, speaking with a heavy accent.]

Okay.

You are welcome.

[Having noticed the empty teacup, Leeloo points at it.] Refill?

[out-of-beta.livejournal.com]

[ It is hard for GLaDOS not to stare at the girl with her face. In particular, at her hair, which is quite a curious shade of neon orange. For a while, she does nothing, just observes quietly from the corner silently. Eventually, she does come up, head quirked curiously to one side. When she speaks, she leans her face in close, their faces echoing one another's like a mirror. ]

HELLO AGAIN
LEELOO MINAI LEKARARIBA-LAMINAI-TCHAI EKBAT DE SEB

[chickengood.livejournal.com]

[Leeloo has a feeling -- like she knows she's being watched. She's become used to this feeling, however, seeing as people are often fascinated by the color of her hair, or the peculiar way she performs her activities. Sometimes they stare for different reasons.

When she spots the other, her expression remains neutral. Her thoughts race just a little bit; it's that girl whom she recognized as having the same appearance she was constructed with. Her facial features and voice are the same, but this one carries herself and speaks in an entirely different manner.

She's wondered about her ever since their first and only conversation, mostly whether they were meant to have some sort of connection. She could never find a reason for that, however, so it's only become a simple curiosity.

She nods, speaking with respect.]

GLaDOS.

Hello.

[In a different, kinder tone.]

How are you?

[notadartboard]

*he is swirling around the table, not exactly waiting on anybody but making sure each dish he serves is artful as well as tasty and subtly angling for compliments*

Has everyone got enough?

*follows your format*

[miraclefusion.livejournal.com]

[Juudai is kinda taking a little bit of everything here, because FOOD! And GOOD FOOD! Which happen to be one of the highlights of his existence. He moves to respond without realizing his mouth is already full, and makes a sort of "mwll" sound before remembering to swallow first and then try talking.]

Hey, you made this? This stuff's awesome!!

*thumbs up*

[notadartboard]

Yep. Some of it - Bakura had a hand in some of it, too. As long as you're not going hungry, that's all I need. *with a sly grin - he's totally lying, he needs his ego stroked too*

[20-lbs-of-crazy.livejournal.com]

[Parker nods, mouth way too full of food to talk but able to give him a thumbs-up.]

[lady-fister.livejournal.com]

*smiles at you*

Yes. Thank you.

Is vely good.

*the food is so good that she's losing grip on her accent woooops*

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

[[Fakir has been eating, calmly but appreciatively, and engaging in what passes for dinner conversation for him. He bristles a little when he sees Sanji. Not because he dislikes him, but because the last time he saw Sanji there were giant spiders involved.]]

You cook, too, hm?

[shiromadoushi]

[[Finally taking a break from the kitchen to eat some of the food he's been helping with, Bakura has ditched his apron (replacing it with a napkin tucked under his shirt) and undone his hair and has an amazingly full plate of food that he's digging in to.

Makes one wonder how he manages to stay so skinny with how much he's eating.]]

THE TEA TABLE THREAD

[perceptivescope.livejournal.com]

[standing in the corner by that magnificent tea table, trying to avoid interacting with anyone, and enjoying this delightful oolong]

im in ur fred drinkin ur--um, my?--tee

[bluffing-ruffle.livejournal.com]

[After watching Perceptor for some time, decides that, yes, he is at the tea table because he wishes to be. So it is that Edgeworth approaches slowly from the opposite side, aiming to pick up a cup of sour cherry black tea.]

[Hello there.]

YEAY FOR TEA

[shiromadoushi]

[[Bakura'd lost count how many types of tea he's tried so far. Or really how many cups of tea he'd had. While he found he very much preferred the green varieties more, some of the black teas at the table were quite good. It was another one of those that he was planning on helping himself to a second cup of as he approached the table]]

[notsoloyal]

[Look there's a purple guy with yellow eyes looming around the tea table.]

/has tea icon for this

[pacifister]

[Quatre had been surprised by the amount of tea and happily looked it over, out of curiosity, and the desire to see just what Edgeworth had. Turns out, it was a variety of teas to cover almost any taste.

A few minutes to himself and he had a cup of Masala chai in his hands, warning him considerably from the cold that he still had trouble getting used to, perhaps out a sheer stubborn refusal to.]

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

::Is buzzing around the tea table poking her nose in between just about everyone in her Christmas outfit::

What kind of tea do we have here? Is it serve yourself?

[lady-fister.livejournal.com]

There is a lot of food here and most of it isn't made in a style that Wu has seen before. She doesn't mind a bit, though, because this is food that she didn't have to make. What a luxury. She fills up her plate and goes searching for a place to sit. Eventually, he curls up in a corner somewhere, not necessarily unhappy to be alone, but not averse to company.

[chewtoyoffate.livejournal.com]

Upon seeing the spread laid out on the table, Waspinator made a very, very important decision.

He was going to be hanging around it all night.

Once his face was properly stuffed, he might change his mind. But in the meantime there was food to eat, and he might even be able to stop himself from raiding the dessert table first this time.

And with a focus like that, it's unlikely he'd spot anyone else before they spotted him.

[punmanarmy.livejournal.com]

It wasn't hard to note Waspinator cramming food into his face. Metabee was too familiar with him to not pick him out, but it seemed that the other was too busy eating to bother with his surroundings.

It wasn't often that he got the drop on others, considering his color scheme and general propensity to be loud and obnoxious, and so here he was, sneaking up behind the other 'bot and giving him a playful shove.

"Boo."

"WE OWN THE SKY" STARTED PLAYING WHEN I WENT TO TAG THIS

[ttlypredleader.livejournal.com]

As Terrorsaur continued his feeding frenzy, he began to migrate along the table - and he didn't notice that he drew closer to his fellow Predacon.

Eventually he went to reach for something on the table and found himself bumping hips with someone. Without looking up, he snapped "Move it," to whomever happened to be there.

[ttlypredleader.livejournal.com]

Terrorsaur hated the holiday that suddenly erupted throughout the City. Between the chill in the air and the cheer in the streets, he'd spent the past several days avoiding going outside - because he's a pouty, unhappy jerk like that. It didn't help that he was also still recovering from his beating.

However, the sole reason he decided to bother braving the outdoors was the promise of an abundance of free food. For this reason, Terrorsaur entered and immediately gravitated towards the smell of food. Oh yes, there was food - meat - in heaping quantities.

He was quick to fill a plate. Most of it was meat; turkey, ham, any fish that might've been present too. Somewhere in that pile was some mashed potatoes. From there he began to feast, not bothering to sit down. Hovering over the table worked better, since he could reach out and grab some more to replace whatever he'd just shoved down his throat.

[notadartboard]

The passing cook muttered under his breath. "And here I thought Luffy had bad table manners..."