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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] bluffing-ruffle.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
It is incredibly difficult to go unnoticed with purple hair; when one's host is attempting to make note of everything everyone is doing, it's even more so.

Edgeworth approaches the quiet and bizarrely-colored man with a cup of tea of his own in hand, although he's having to drink it a little faster than usual due to the fact that the perpetual frost layering over his skin keeps chilling it down.

"I'm sure I could find a chair, if you so prefer."
notsoloyal: (drunk/ you only want me for my logic)

[personal profile] notsoloyal 2009-12-23 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Hard to go unnoticed, but he's not trying to blend in. The scientist did not even bother putting in his contacts, leaving his eyes bright and glowing yellow. There are stranger things in this City, and he'd never tried to hide the fact that he was a Decepticon, no point in starting now.]

[He raises a brow, taking a sip of his tea and not quite answering back just yet. Unlike Edgeworth, having to drink his tea quickly to avoid it getting cold, Shockwave was very much the opposite. If the former robot's tea at any point got cold, thanks to his abilities he was quite capable of heating it back up.]

It is my own volition as to why I am standing. I do not require a chair.

[identity profile] bluffing-ruffle.livejournal.com 2009-12-23 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
The yellow eyes didn't bother him as much as they might have, had he been a new imPort. However, watching a lizard the size of a skyscraper tear apart the City like tissue paper, witnessing deadly bugs like buses crawling out of the sewers, and constant exposure to the sight of Norman Osborn's hair has fortified this man against the strange and unusual; so it is that Shockwave's strange eyes do no more than make him take an extra bit of note. When they started bleeding rubies or propelled him through the air like rockets, he might be surprised.

Instead, Edgeworth simply nods his head in acknowledgment of Shockwave's remark, recalling the scientist's voice from several previous posts to the comms and identifying him immediately--especially as one of the few who had mentioned enjoying tea during the initial dinner announcement.

Decepticon--and therefore potential danger--or not, this one was being quite civil and had started the whole idea for the tea-table that was presently drawing so much attention from friends and strangers alike. Edgeworth was rather pleased that he had in fact showed up, and allowed himself a smile to reflect that.

"As you wish. And is your drink satisfactory?"
notsoloyal: (hn/ emotions will be your downfall)

lakfnjafbak constant exposure to norman osborn's hair /dies laughing

[personal profile] notsoloyal 2010-01-03 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[His eyes are nothing special, save for his x-ray vision. That however is nothing spectacular, they simply make his eyes glow more than they usually do.]

Quite. The tea is excellent.

[He doesn't smile back, he couldn't if he tried, which was probably for the best.]