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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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Whoa— If you can't hold your drink, then sit on the godsdamn floor.

Begging your pard--[a moment if you please, for balance with this shoulder grabbing and all the post-shoving and--] Ss-Such a thing is to be said to others. I am quite sober and aware.

You think you're sober and aware, do ya? There's no shame in having had one too many, big guy. I hear this holiday is pretty popular on Earth.

[he frowns, deeper so at the prod, dusting his shoulder off as if that would rub off this embarrassment.] I am not here to. Indulge human customs, thank you. Nor do I take a liking to their mind-altering drinks. If, by 'on Earth', you imply being foreign...then I would expect s...some undersstanding. The human center of balance is...awkward. [huff; unless you're originally another one of those blasted two-armed humanoid species that would hardly have a problem in human skin.]

I'm foreign alright. Still in my original form, though. Tell me you're not a toaster, before I take this any further.

[still unused to controlling outward expression, Salaak's distaste for the scrutinizing once over and remark was blatantly written over his face. his mouth flattened into a thin line and a oh, please look.]

Certainly not. I was only ever Ss...[fuck these vocal chords and tongue.] Slyggian. And would still be, had circumstances not been what they are now.

Well, then. You should probably get yourself something to drink, because you've got a serious stick up your ass.

[what a Guy thing to say... he only stiffens more at the offer, folding his arms--albeit hesitantly, double-checking his footing before tangling up his source of balance.]

As I stated previoussly, I am. Not here for revelry.

You are now, Pick your poison.

Edited 2009-12-22 17:52 (UTC)

I said--I do not--Wh--[he's herded over, but fear of falling over keeps him moving, so the protests are limited to stammerings. at the drinks table, he stares down at the array, then back up at her with a surely you can't be serious look.]

C-ssertainly not!

Drink up.

[his cheeks puffed with an un-huffed huff of agitation, glaring at the drink and the woman presenting it.]

What little amusement you find in this is...not shared, woman. [er-] Madam. Whatever it is you are addresssed as.

Captain. Or sir. Your choice.

['sir' baffles him enough to have too slow a reaction to his hand, now just as bewildered by suddenly having the glass thrust into it.]

'Captain', indeed? Of what, precisely?

Captain and CAG of the Battlestar Galactica, Colonial Fleet. Of course, you don't have to take my word for it. There's no Battlestar here, and I could just be bullshitting you.

Entirely. [eyebrow quirk.] There iss. Little to be certain of, here. Your fleet is unknown to me, but had I my records, perhaps...

Little to be certain of, huh. You probably would've had more luck asking me my name, not what I was addressed as. I've got no records, but I do have these.

[he grimaces, both at the response and the boozeguzzling, squinting at the tags as they are presented.]

More proof...than most hope to boast. As for mysself, I have been unable to. Locate my absent power ring, and therefore am lacking tactile proof of my rank.

Tell you what. I just got out of the hospital, and now I've got as much booze as I can drink, so I'm in a pretty frakking good mood. I'll take your word for it, whatever your rank is. Limited time offer, though.

[deadpan:] ...Quite graciouss. [but he straightens, as one should when introducing one's self properly.] I am Salaak, Green Lantern and current Clarisssi.

Starbuck. Good to meet you.

Likewise, I am ssure. [he hands the vodka drink to her.]

Your loss.

Doubtful. [that's out of his mouth before he can even think. oops, well. maybe it wasn't rude to someone like that. ahem.] If I may inquire...your. Current duration in this dimension.