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Remus J. Lupin ([personal profile] natureinblood) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2009-12-22 07:29 am

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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

kyaa

[identity profile] chickengood.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[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?
soldieringblue: (‹when distance is palpable›)

[personal profile] soldieringblue 2009-12-22 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[his eye follows her finger, then back with an affirming nod.] Yes. Though, for something different. [since there was a helluva lot to get through if nobody tore through it tonight.]

[identity profile] chickengood.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[She nods again, letting him do his thing.] There are many things here. [lifting her plate] I like turkey.
soldieringblue: (‹when i sense them make a move›)

[personal profile] soldieringblue 2009-12-22 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
That I consider a good thing. [must not grimace at the mass of food...] There is more than plenty. [but good God can we not talk about all this food--o wait]

I apologize, though...I do not believe we have met before. Or, if we had...

[identity profile] chickengood.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[She recognizes his voice - but their conversation was a considerable time ago, and they never properly introduced themselves.]

My name is Leeloo.

Hello.
soldieringblue: (‹when we meet again›)

[personal profile] soldieringblue 2009-12-22 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Hello. I am called Blue. [a vague nod of his head.] I am glad to meet you.

[identity profile] chickengood.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[her smile turns into a grin; the feeling is mutual.]

Like the color.
soldieringblue: (‹when you laugh›)

[personal profile] soldieringblue 2009-12-22 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. It is fortunately easy to remember. [aand he's getting tired of standing.] May I sit with you a while, Leeloo?

[identity profile] chickengood.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. [nodding, she pulls the chair next to her back, patting on the seat] Sit.

[She takes another bite out of the turkey, chewing a bit before asking:] Are you friend? With other Blues?
soldieringblue: (‹when we face the world›)

[personal profile] soldieringblue 2009-12-22 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[he sits, setting the teacup on the table, and blinks at the question. he's not sure if she means the name, the color, or if she'd even heard of Type-Blue...]

By name? No, I do not believe so. [he considers.] Rather...Saint Walker calls himself a Blue Lantern, but that is not his name.

[identity profile] chickengood.livejournal.com 2009-12-23 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Blue Beh-tles, too. [showing two fingers] Two.
soldieringblue: (‹when i evade›)

[personal profile] soldieringblue 2009-12-23 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[a second to get what she meant--] Ah, them. Yes, I have heard of them, but...I do not know them beyond their names.

[identity profile] chickengood.livejournal.com 2009-12-23 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[She acknowledges this with a nod, turning her attention to the meal and taking another bite. She's still chewing when she talks, without facing him.]

What you do? Fight crime, too?