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capeandcowllogs2009-12-22 07:29 am
natureinblood) wrote in 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
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.
-
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
im in ur fred drinkin ur--um, my?--tee
[Hello there.]
omnomnom?
[... and starts staring very intently at Edgeworth because his body temperature is not at all what it should be.]
[head. tilt]
[annnnd takes a while to sort out 'is this a reason to actually open my mouth -> no, probably not' and so settles for staring awkwardly cultural norms what are those]
[oh right small talk]
[talking how does i do it]
[slight incline of the head]
The tea is excellent. I wish there was time to sample all the blends; everything I've tried thus far has been exquisite.
[oh, there's the old tl;dr]
Re: omnomnom?
[Instead he shifts his weight awkwardly on his feet.]
There is rather a wide array available, yes.
[A pause, while he thinks.]
If you would like, tell me shortly before you leave which ones you did not try and I will send small samples with you from my private stores.
no subject
I shall do that.
[pause. okay just. say. why you are staring]
I... pardon, but your temperature seems rather lower than is the norm for your - [another pause] than is the norm.
no subject
[Not that he needs to tell the strange man will you stop staring do I have cheese on my face or something to remember; he can do enough remembering of his own for everyone here. No point in advertising that fact, however.]
[The declaration takes him slightly off-guard, and he tenses slightly, his spine stiffening and his eyes narrowing. Then he comes to the conclusion that this person must be new, and therefore doesn't know why such a thing would be.]
[It's with a much politer attitude that he explains.]
Ah. That would be a result of this.
[With a careful but elegant flourish of his free hand, he causes moisture to condense and freeze under Perceptor's chin, giving him a short (COLD) goatee. Another gesture, this time meant to signify the general housing area.]
There you are. A side effect, if you will. It is rather difficult to maintain so much effort.
no subject
[afjd mentally checks himself and tells himself to RETAIN COMPOSURE GDIT but... but... but it's a partyyyy surely he can relax. A little. Perhaps.]
[okay curiosity getting the better of him]
The range of powers in this city continues to bewilder and fascinate me... such a myriad variety. I do wonder how the machine chooses and imparts them all...
[pause] Ah, how rude, I have not introduced myself. [slight, formal bow; not unlike what a Japanese person might do] Percival Wallace.
no subject
I have often thought about that myself. Every time I've formed a theory, someone's come along to disprove it.
[Noticing the bow, returns it in kind, pleased by the manners.]
Ah, indeed. It is good to meet you, then, Mr. Wallace; I rather doubt I need to be introduced, so let us have done with the formalities. You are, hopefully, enjoying yourself to some degree?
no subject
To... some degree...
[sips tea. awkwardly.]
no subject
That was an absolutely hideous pun.
[And yet he's smirking.]
I have 75 icons, and only two are smiles. this character what is he
Sometimes I manage them.