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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.
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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
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"Outside would be best if it's at all possible and your input would be greatly appreciated. I'm not familiar with building like this," he answered, leading Kyle out through the kitchen onto the porch and then into the yard.
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"I think I'll put them... up there and there," he said, mostly to himself. "And put the stairs connected to the balconies, for easy access, maybe cover those a little to keep it warm... yeah..."
He concentrated, gathering his will and, as he'd learned through years of practice, forcing all his fears and worries under the surface. He mentally acknowledged each one and then put them safely away in boxes inside his head, until there was nothing left but himself and his will.
Then he began to work.
His hands flickered slightly as he began to mime drawing, a thin line of green light shining from his ring to one of the balconies near the rec room. His first gestures were minute, putting in the barest outline of a stair; and then they slowly grew more grandiose as he sketched in the rest, the barest outlines of the rest of the staircase and then a huge, twenty foot wide series of circles hanging in the air, the skeleton of a building. Really, John was the architect, not him; but he could hold his own when he wanted.
He continued to doodle, slowly walking around the yard to get better angles on his work, the sky and the air his canvas. He'd erase and correct, then resketch, his eyes glowing faintly green with concentration as he worked, slowly filling in the outlines of two buildings.
"And, there's your sketch..." he said, again, mostly talking to himself. He tapped his chin, pacing again, before moving one of the buildings slightly to the left. "Okay, better. And now..."
And now the fun.
He started flying, drawing more as he did, filling in the floors, the sides of the stairs, getting the underlying structure right first. The whole thing would do no good unless it was solid. Flying around and under, he reinforced the floors still further, filling it all in solid, before flying up and around to the top and sketching in the roof.
"Hmm. Gingerbread," he murmured, starting to sketch in roof tiles, making the whole thing look a little like a gingerbread house, drawing inspiration from traditional German folktales. He worked faster, flitting from one building to the other, making each one similar but unique; snowflake cuts in the arches, false icicles hanging from underneath.
It took him a little more than an hour, but eventually there were two round buildings floating in the air, each with 360 degree windows and a balcony with a railing around the outside for guests who preferred the chill air. The interiors had low tables, comfortable couches, and huge, fluffy pillows. As was typical of Kyle's constructs, the whole thing had a slightly surreal quality - more like an illustration than anything real - though everything about them felt perfectly solid, perfectly constructed. He put in some color variation, getting some of the greens so light as to be almost gold or white, tinting some slightly blue, darkening others to be nearly black, shading the whole thing to make it a little more realistic, and then, as a final touch, flung his hands out, filling each with floating globes of green light to illuminate the inside.
And then he sat down hard on the lawn below, clearly quite exhausted from the effort.
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No, we do not mean making the gingerbread house constructs.
Having just come out at the finish with some warm food and a drink for Kyle, figuring that he would like something of the sort after hanging about in the cold for an hour, Edgeworth was standing there on the lower porch.
Stock-still. With the tray held dumbly in both hands.
Mouth open.
Speechless.
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Magic was, however, rarely considered an art form, but Remus couldn't help but consider this just that. Whatever force lay behind Kyle's powers, there was some magic at work here, in the artistry and attention that he put into each detail.
He was stunned, pleased, and completely fascinated.
"Beautiful," he breathed, joining him on the lawn, and gazing upward at the small buildings. "You are truly an artist. And not only in the most acceptable definition of the word."
Glancing down at Kyle, he offered him a hand to pull himself up with when he was ready to stand again.
HOW DOES I SPELL
"Ah, thanks," he said, rubbing the back of his head a little. "It's always great to see when people like what I do, I mean..."
He was slightly distracted by Edgeworth's presence. "Oh, hey, is that food? I'm famished."
HOW DOES I SPELL
"Ah. Er. Yes. Yes, it's--food. Ahem."
He held it out, straightening up, and declared, "It's not much; the best will be for the main dinner. However, I'd certainly say you earned this."
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It was a fascinating sort of magic.
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"I'm glad you both like it," he said. "Er, the rooms, I mean. You should see the inside..."