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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.

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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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As much as he had hoped to be of use in preparation for the oncoming event (or ordeal, depending on how one looked at it), Blue had retreated a couple days prior, with his apologies, and kept to himself. One, for the sake of shaking a small bit of illness he'd gotten from his last outdoor walk, and two for the sake of building up enough energy to get through an evening that would be exploding with thought and sound and, perhaps, trouble.

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.

Edgeworth needed a break from directing other people, and also from the heat of the kitchen; it was all too willingly that he made his escape into the main hallways and rested by leaning back against the wall, his arms folded over his chest.

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.

There was no need to venture any closer to the kitchen, then. A bit of a relief; all that food was, admittedly, slightly nauseating just by sheer scale. Blue had developed a bad habit for sneaking up on people unawares--forgetting that not everyone can sense intent from far away, but...he was better about it, lately. Before he came too close, he spoke up:

"I would hope...that you are not overwhelmed just yet. Things have barely begun."

Straightening up slightly and rubbing his eyes to clear them as much as he could--wondering whether or not wearing contact lenses instead of glasses had been the smarter idea after all; it had occurred to him that the glasses might steam up, but onion was no friend to a man with contacts--Edgeworth turned his head to look at the source of the voice.

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?"

Blue had no desire to make the other uncomfortable by stating what both knew to be true, and merely smiled back, placid and attentive. "Thank you," he said, shaking his head, "but that will not be necessary. I will be a part of this event, as much as I can."

Advancing to a more comfortable conversation distance, he lifted the small, carved box to a better view. His expression shifted to something more hesitant, as unused to such things as he was.

"I understand that...it is customary to present a gift on the exact day, but. I assumed this would be of use to you now. So, please."

That was likely a wise decision; were anyone to bring up the things lurking in the corners of Miles' mind, it would probably bring the proceedings crashing to a rather unpleasant, if temporary, halt.

"Excellent. I shall be grateful for your company, in as much of a capacity as you feel you can provide it."

Being gifted with something was not what he had expected--it was with a very blatantly interested expression that he gently picked the box from Blue's hands and turned it over in his own, brushing the frost on the back of his fingers off on his slacks before running them over its surface to keep the stuff from spilling onto the wood.

A curious hmm and an opened box later, and he knew exactly what he meant to put inside of it.

"It's quite pleasant--and indeed, as useful as you think."

Edgeworth's smile turned far more relaxed and genuine than it had been.

"This house would be a mere shadow of itself without your presence. Thank you, Blue."

To be honest, Blue wasn't certain he knew how Edgeworth would react to the gesture. Acquainted as they were, these sorts of things were not Blue's strength, and regardless of acceptance, the stigma of human-versus-Mu kept him at a distance of his own making here. So, this was a relief. He had not overstepped, then.

"This is hardly enough to make up for your kindness to me," he said in reply with a shake of his head. "Though...it will not make your preparations go any more quickly. If I can be put to use, please tell me."

Far from it; he had not expected such an interaction with Blue and it truly had made him feel as though he could forget about everything for just a few moments longer.

"Rubbish," Edgeworth replied, carefully shutting the box again and mentally arranging a lineup of tea to be put inside. "You are not required to 'make up' for anything. You are here because we consider you a friend and enjoy your presence. That is all we ask of you."

After a moment's thought, he realized that if the other was offering in such a manner, it would likely actually be perceived as some kind of insult or depress the man to have his help turned away, and changed his mind.

"Although... if you can set out glass- and silver-ware, I would not chase you away. This is a time-sensitive affair, and all."

That seemed suitable enough; the grey-haired man gave Blue yet another truly pleased smile and a sharp, decisive nod.

Blue exhaled, giving a nod. To be of use in some way, any way, was something he strived for as much as he could, as if to make up for every hour he spent idle.

"I will do so." Though, hardly a moment passed before the thought struck him. "There is no particular way...to arrange them for this occaision, is there?" He could not recall reading anything about it, but one never knew.

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