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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

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AND THEN EVERYTHING ELSE HAPPENED HERE

[bluffing-ruffle.livejournal.com]

Get booted outside? Got nothin' else to do? Not actually at the party and want to comment on it from the police station? Something happen that you just can't seem to fit into one of the other threads? That's cool. We've got you covered.

Duel Monsters in the Treehouse!

[magicalworld]

[Okay even if Purple Suit Guy is lame Calvin has to admit that a treehouse partly made of ice is really cool. He is presently torn between sticking around here to duel and flying down to the backyard to build a snow fort]

W00t!

[shiromadoushi]

[[Bakura had spotted Calvin wandering towards the treehouse from the kitchen. Taking a break from cooking and serving and washing dishes and everything else in the kitchen, he ducked into the study to grab the boy's gift before slipping into his coat and heading out himself.]]

Calvin! [[grins as he holds up the pair of small boxes, wrapped in bright paper]] Happy Christmas!

[magicalworld]

Huh? Oh!

[Tear tear tear rend rip shred tear]

Hey, more cards! This is great, now I don't have to spend so much upgrading my- heeeeeeeey, wait a minute. Why would you give me cards you know I'm gonna end up using on you? Are these rigged or something?

[shiromadoushi]

It'd be awfully hard to rig Duel Monster's cards, don't you think? [[smiiiiles. Not saying yes or no would give Calvin a good excuse when he lost again, after all]]

YES DUERRING

[miraclefusion.livejournal.com]

[Juudai remembers that invitation, all right. He climbs up into the treehouse and glances around, rather amused by the surroundings for a moment before turning his attention to Calvin.]

Hey, is this where the dueling is gonna happen?

[hackeralastair]

*yeah, don't mind the young adult crashing your dueling party - Rua told him to bring his deck, even if he didn't bring the disk. Right now he's kicking himself for that*

[strongest-tool.livejournal.com]

Rua's face lights up when he sees Alastair, disk or no.

"Hi, Alastair!"

Stealth cape, get.

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

Things were going okay so far. Tons of people, and Parker hadn't gotten kicked out yet. And the food was good.

But there was only so much socializing Parker could handle, so she'd stepped out to get some air. Very cold, icy air, but very quiet and people-thin air, so to speak.

There was also no sign of Harvey, thankfully, and she'd been thinking about this for a while. Might as well make sure Calvin got his present.

So Calvin might notice that a wrapped package was suddenly set down on the windowsill from outside. If he was quick enough, he might be able to look out the window and spot his erstwhile Santa stand-in.

Most people would have bothered with the door, but hanging off the side of the treehouse with a couple of climbing hooks was so much more fun.

He will use it only for evil

[magicalworld]

"Huh?" Calvin turned around to see a package on the windowsill that had most definitely not been there a second ago. "What the-"

Advancing cautiously, he took up the package, looked around to make sure it hadn't been meant for anyone else, then got ripping.

Hey... he thought. Who would get me a new cape? He held it up, admiring the dark, dramatic colour. The contrast would probably bring out his cowl better. I bet it'll help me swoop out of the shadows, too!

Poking his head out of the window, he saw nothing but the holes from Parker's climbing hooks in the walls of the treehouse. Weird.

Re: Duel Monsters in the Treehouse!

[guardianrainbow.livejournal.com]

[Johan looks all around. An interesting place for a duel, really.]

Anyone care for a duel? I'm ready if anyone else is.

[punmanarmy.livejournal.com]

[Metabee's clambered his way up to the treehouse, clad in a terrible Christmas sweater and Santa hat. Rua promised to teach him to duel at the party, and this looks to be the place.]

A whole treehouse made outta ice? Snow kidding! This is too cool. [He can't help himself. It's just too easy.]

[strongest-tool.livejournal.com]

As always, Rua is endlessly entertained by Metabee's awful puns and laughs out loud.

"Yeah, it's awesome, isn't it?! Mister Miles made it specifically for us to duel in!"

[strongest-tool.livejournal.com]

Rua climbs in -- or rather, climbs -back- in. He's been going in and out bringing food from the house to the treehouse. By now it looks like there's enough for anybody who happens to come by. You can't expect them all to duel on an empty stomach, goddamn.

Rua grins at Calvin as he enters. "Hey, you wanted to duel, right?"

[magicalworld]

Oh good, hopefully this kid would be easier than Bakura. Calvin... hadn't won a match yet. (although he counted each game as a moral victory) "You bet!"

Yay, dueling~

[satisfiedsigner]

[And this is probably the only reason he actually let Bakura convinced him to come. It's been far too long since he's had a good duel.

So have another adult invading the treehouse because only adult play children's card games. At least he looks as non-threatening as possible.]

So I heard this is where the dueling is going on?

[pinkdoombubble.livejournal.com]

[Mew found one (1) treehouse! Without further ado, she climbs the heck in.

She's looking around now. Cool place, yo.]

[unnamed-nothing.livejournal.com]

It had been a given fact that a massive crowd of various beings would inevitably serve to make the young man rather uncomfortable; while he loathed the idea of leaving Quatre with the Decepticons running around, aware of the kinds of revenge Starscream might take for his failed infiltration, the press and crush of milling bodies was too much to handle after three hours, and so he had gone to find some place relatively free of people. Or robots. Or aliens. Or anything other than empty space and the stars above. Besides, every time he insisted that he had to protect the blond, he got a huff and a reminder that they were both highly-skilled and very deadly Gundam pilots, thank you, and it made him feel rather stupid for reasons he couldn't quite explain--not that he didn't know what they were; just that he didn't know how to say them without getting a second huff and probably a frown.

I have enough blood on my hands. You shouldn't have to.

Yeah. That was going to go over real well.

So, he'd only somewhat willingly departed the surrounding company, slipping easily through the gaps between the bodies around him, and headed outside.

Trowa was mildly grateful that Edgeworth had, for the most part, controlled the snow surrounding his house. A simple leap for the balcony of the story above and the teenager had grabbed the sturdy iron rails with both hands, using the freezing cold (but thankfully snowless) bars to swing himself up and over. Perching easily on the tops of said rails, he then jumped over to the drain pipe going down the corner of one outside wall, and quickly clambered up that to a standing position atop the angled second story roof, his feet nearly silent on the shingles in the well-worn grey boots.

Another bounce up, this time using a chimney and a window ledge, and the boy found himself standing on the highest part of the house, looking up at the floating green constructs one of the Lanterns had been kind enough to build for all the extra guests.

Blissfully alone, Trowa sat and pulled the few carrot sticks he'd stashed in his pockets and began to munch on them quietly, contemplating something that had been bugging him for some time.

[pacifister]

Quatre had never enjoyed being treated as anything less than capable and but he knew that Trowa's reasons for accompanying him had nothing to do with what he thought of his abilities. He had died twice, once back home, and again here, and was certain that the second had a great deal to do with Trowa's over protective behavior.

But it was stifling and as much as Quatre wanted him around, having the other teen's presence constantly during the party had begun to grate on him. By the time Trowa had finally had enough of too many people and far too much noise, Quatre hadn't even questioned him disappearing outside.

Twenty minutes later and he was regretting that he had ever considered the shadow an irritation. Excuse himself, he pulled his coat down from beneath the stack of them on the bed in the master bedroom, and stepped outside, making sure to close the door securely behind him.

I've gotten used to having him at my side.

Trowa would probably consider it a weakening in his behavior, but Quatre couldn't remember being any other way. He followed his emotions, his heart, and it had led him outside, scanning the roof for the familiar shape.

After that, it was another ten minutes before he'd managed to follow Trowa's path, spotting a few footprints in the snow here and there. He pulled himself up onto the last roof, and sat down on the edge, taking a few deep breaths as he brushed snow off his hands.

He didn't quite look at Trowa until he had managed to get most of the snow from his hands, tucking the freezing digits into his pockets.

"People are starting to leave now," it was as much a statement as a question.

[unnamed-nothing.livejournal.com]

Trowa watched Quatre's progress with interest; he'd purposely picked a difficult spot to sit that he'd thought would discourage the blond from following. He wasn't surprised, exactly, as the other teenager was terribly tenacious even at his weakest--but had thought that leaving his partner to enjoy what remained of the party alone would have pleased Quatre more than dragging him up to the roof.

The ex-soldier wasn't stupid. He knew he could be over-protective, at times; it had only gotten worse since losing the last of their comrades some months earlier. He also knew that he sometimes fell into the same trap their enemies did, occasionally thinking that because the blond was so kindhearted he would make a dangerous mistake. That was usually about the time that he remembered that Quatre was a tactical genius far above the skills of nearly every other soldier he'd ever known, and backed off.

Trowa stayed in his spot some ten feet back from the edge, staring down at the mess of wavy, bright gold hair from behind, wondering if he'd done something wrong.

Should he have left the other alone earlier? Had he ruined any chance Quatre'd had of interacting with others? Was that what he'd meant--that there wasn't a point in staying inside by himself anymore, with so few people left?

The fall of auburn hair hung down over his right eye as he inclined his head, folding his arms over his chest in a subconsciously defensive maneuver; Trowa muttered an apology at the same time as he became more resolute in the decision he'd made while he'd had time enough to sit by himself atop the shingles.

SMOKERS ON THE PORCH

[notadartboard]

Cooking such a large meal was tantamount to good sex, for Sanji - in either case, he needed a cigarette. Like mad. So whenever he got a chance for a break, he slipped out to the back porch and stood quietly smoking, whether or not anyone joined him.

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

Edna may make a big deal about how people should run their lives on time, but that didn't mean she didn't have a bad habit or two of her own. One was enjoying a cigarette now and then.

So there was Mrs. Claus standing on the porch holding a long cigarette holder covered in tinsel to look like a candy cane.

[notadartboard]

Sanji almost didn't notice the diminutive woman nearby - the tinsel, at least, was flashy enough to catch his eye. "Hey," he greeted her. "Did you get enough to eat?"

[loltraitorlol.livejournal.com]

Starscream was drunk, yes; but not so drunk that he couldn't fly (he'd learned from that one time with the high grade back at home). And so it was that he was outside in the cold air, jacket collar turned up to keep his neck warm, black fleece cap pulled down over his ears, and his ski goggles firmly in place. His breath came out in white clouds, and his boots crunched through the snow as he tried to find the perfect spot. Somewhere... there.

There came a point when he couldn't stand the crowd anymore, and he just needed some time alone. It had always been true - some days he would take off without warning just to feel the wind under his wings.

Just a quick jaunt. Then he'd go back inside and continue to make Rimmer miserable.

Deep breaths now. He wrapped his face tightly in his scarf and zipped the jacket all the way up, pulling on his leather gloves.

With a single leap he launched himself into the sky, rocketing upwards with acceleration that made him feel like he'd left most of his internal organs on the ground behind him, a manic grin on his face. Zero to sixty in under a second and climbing, pushing this weak human body to its utmost limit, climbing to nearly two hundred miles an hour, streaking past the floating green buildings and towards the sky, before cutting his speed and falling back into a perfectly executed bell tailside, seeming to float like a leaf on the wind for a few seconds before he tumbled into a straight dive, evening out just in time to buzz the house and twist himself into a corkscrew. The icy wind and snow were like knives at this speed, cutting through even his layers of warm clothing, the only thing keeping him warm his overactive metabolism burning through the calories he'd eaten in the house in a frenzy to fuel his flight. The cold didn't matter, the wind didn't matter; it was a good day for flying and he was going to take it, weather be damned.

Maybe a long jaunt, then.

Just need some fresh air

[borrowyourpower.livejournal.com]

It was too crowded inside. Too much noise. Just...too much.

Blackarachnia couldn't take it, she needed some fresh air. It didn't matter how cold it was outside or how much she hated it.

Outside she shivered and wrapped her arms tightly around herself. She stared up at the sky and let herself get lost in thought.