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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

[identity profile] deadelfwalking.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[man socializing what is that. Koltira stands in a corner, against the wall, holding a glass of the strongest fucking alcohol he could find. Occasionally he fiddles with the frozen rose on his jacket's lapel, but for the most part he looks just as he feels: out of place.]
shiromadoushi: (Yo!)

[personal profile] shiromadoushi 2009-12-22 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Koltira! You came! [[have an overly happy Bakura in an apron and with his hair tied back loosely coming towards you with a wrapped box in his hand, Koltira!]]

[identity profile] deadelfwalking.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[HE LOOKS STARTLED AND VAGUELY CONCERNED ABOUT THE ENTHUSIASM] Yes. Well. Little choice in the matter, as always.
shiromadoushi: (Anime: Smiiiiile)

Don't ask him how many cups of tea he's had. Cause I don't think he even knows :D

[personal profile] shiromadoushi 2009-12-22 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Liadrin and Lyra strong armed you into it? [[smiles sympathetically]]

[identity profile] deadelfwalking.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[he addresses the liquid in his glass and grumbles] They were indeed extraordinarily insistent. And I suppose I owed them.
shiromadoushi: (Yo!)

[personal profile] shiromadoushi 2009-12-22 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[[smiles, giving a small nod]] I'm glad you came, either way. Merry Christmas, [[says with a smile, holding out a small package]]

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[identity profile] lyingbrat.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lyra walks over to him, leaning against the wall and looking up at him.]

Well, at least you came. And it's interesting, en't it?

[identity profile] lyingbrat.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pantalaimon is resting on Lyra's shoulders, and he flicks his ears.]

Well, who ever heard of a quiet party? Besides, it's nice to see all these people not fighting.

[identity profile] deadelfwalking.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[he shifts from one foot to the other restlessly] I wouldn't mind a fight or two.

[identity profile] lyingbrat.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lyra snorts.] Or if the- [She stops, shudders, and drops that chain of thought.]

Maybe a food fight. You want to go outside? [And be pelted with snowballs] They made it snow!

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[identity profile] liadrin.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
What are you doing over here by yourself...?

[identity profile] deadelfwalking.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
What does it look like? I'm drinking.

Go on then, spread your wings, butterfly. Don't mind me.

[identity profile] liadrin.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I have a gift for you, too, you know.

[identity profile] deadelfwalking.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, really? I hope it doesn't involve the mistletoe.

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soldieringblue: (‹when we reflect fondly›)

[personal profile] soldieringblue 2009-12-22 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[you cannot escape. even if Blue has a hard time pinpointing his friends in this mental din, moving about he finds him and drifts over. focusing on Koltira, that discomfort becomes more prominent than the whole atmosphere of the house. he offers an empathetic smile.]

Hello, Koltira.

[identity profile] deadelfwalking.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[aww, he wouldn't want to escape his psychic broham. he is just full of social awkwardness]

Ah, Blue. This is ... your home, is it not?
soldieringblue: (‹when i feel your hurt›)

[personal profile] soldieringblue 2009-12-22 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[a nod.] By way of Remus' kindness, yes. [his eyebrows furrow apologetically, not needing to bring up that yes, i can definitely feel that awkward vibe.] Did Liadrin urge you here?

[identity profile] deadelfwalking.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I apologize for not calling on you here earlier. [he pauses] 'Urge' is a gentle term for it.

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[identity profile] halfquake.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, hey, it's that one dude Chell's talked to a few times! Maybe she ought to go over and say hi or something.

She walks over with a small smile and a mug of tea in one of her hands, the other occupied with waving a little in greeting. What's up, man?]

[identity profile] deadelfwalking.livejournal.com 2009-12-23 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[He blinks at Chell, recalling her from their interactions on the network, though his expression is accompanied with its usual surprise and discomfort. He sucks so badly at this.]

Ah. Hello--are you lost?

[he assumes this is the only reason anyone would speak to him.]
tinybutdeadly: (Hee)

[personal profile] tinybutdeadly 2009-12-23 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Slouches herself against the wall next to Koltira and grins. Her shoes and socks had been ditched in the coatroom so she could see inside the house.]

Whatever you're drinking smells really strong.

[identity profile] deadelfwalking.livejournal.com 2009-12-23 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
I've yet to find an alcohol in this world that's strong enough for my liking. But it serves. [he looks down at her] Haven't seen you in a while.
tinybutdeadly: (Yeah buddy!)

[personal profile] tinybutdeadly 2009-12-23 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Shrugs nonchalantly.]

Yeah, well. I don't go outside in the winter cause I can't see with boots on.

[identity profile] deadelfwalking.livejournal.com 2009-12-23 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[lightly] But then you miss playing in the snow.

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