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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.

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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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[Katurian isn't really the best at mingling, but he's also the kind of person to shoot off a smile at anyone who makes eye contact with him, even for the quickest of seconds. A nervous smile, granted, but a smile all the same.

By now, he's found booze, and also a nice wall to hover around. Aah.]

[Katurian doesn't have to be good at mingling - he has Nigel, and Cameron (and Edgeworth, waiting in the wings somewhere), the second of whom has decided to track him down and hover alongside him. ]

If you are drinking whiskey I might just laugh.

[At Cameron's comment, he breaks into a laugh, because yes, he's holding a drink that very much looks like whiskey. He's less sure on his feet around Cameron than Nigel, if only because he doesn't know her as well, but still, he's relieved to see her. Relieved and happy.]

Oh?

[ She laughs in response and shakes her head, slightly. ]

I spoke with Captain Starbuck earlier and she was drinking whiskey. Kyle drinks whiskey. I wonder if there is a theme present.

How are you, Katurian?

It's not a bad drink. [Another smile, and a shrug, before taking sip.] But I'm, uh, I'm doing well, actually. I can really say that. How are you?

I recall it being rather strong, but I have only had alcohol once. [ Cameron grins at him. ] I am glad you can really say that. I am doing well. My gift should have arrived, either today or tomorrow.

I don't do a lot of drinking. You'd think I should, ha, given everything, but I don't. It just-- [He makes a vague gesture.] It gives me something to do with my hands.

[A pause, and then:]

You sent me a gift? Really?

[He grins, a little sheepishly.]

[ Cameron tilts her head at him - a gesture she does often when considering something, or having been told something that doesn't quite fit with her own understanding. ]

I was not aware people imbibed alcohol because they should. I thought it was a matter of personal preference and taste.

[ She nods, once. ]

Yes. We are friends.

It's the personal preference of not looking too much like an aimless idiot. [Another grin.] But thank you. I'll have to look for it. I'm sorry, I... I'm sorry I don't have a lot of money right now, but it does mean a lot to me, really, everything you do.

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mobius-bound.livejournal.com - 2009-12-25 03:46 (UTC) - Expand

[ In all of his glancing, Katurian's attention does catch on another individual's who is also particularly bad at mingling. It's a young woman, standing at the mouth of the room's entranceway, peering inside at its occupants. She's wearing a a black dress and red stockings (http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2009RTW/VWLAV/RUNWAY/03m.jpg) but is oddly barefoot. When she makes eye contact with him, she quirks her head at his nervous smile before smiling back in an odd way.

She lifts a hand to wave at him and continues to stare. ]

[He's less certain about dealing with staring, and so he raises a hand as well, giving a hesitant, but not unfriendly wave, still smiling. He tries to decide if he knows her.]

[ She takes the smile and the wave as a sign of initiation for social contact, so -- a bit curiously -- GLaDOS makes her way over to the stranger. Eyebrows lifted, still faintly smiling. ]

HELLO

Hello. [A small panic - now what? His eyes dart around the room, as though he's searching for conversation cues, before settling on GLaDOS once more. He cracks another smile.] It's impressive, isn't it?

[ GLaDOS watches him with still that curious expression as he seems to search the room for something -- she can't really tell. There is no inherent need to engage in any sort of conversation on her end; she is, after all, a former computer and has a very skewed perspective about the ebb and flow of social interactions.

She looks off towards the room when he asks and then replicates the path of his eyes with her own. ]

imPORTS ARE CAPABLE OF UTILIZING
THEIR POWER DESIGNATIONS TO ACCOMPLISH
A WIDE VARIETY OF TASKS YES
THERE ARE LARGE GREEN ISLANDS
FLOATING IN THE AIR OUTSIDE
IN MY OPINION THAT IS A RATHER SPECIFIC
POWER DESIGNATION
HOWEVER I IMAGINE IT CAN BE
OCCASIONALLY USEFUL

[He listens to her, and then laughs, at a loss, because oh no, here's another strange one, he always gets these. Still, he stays polite, giving a nod.]

They really went all out, didn't they. The snow outside, too. It's really incredible, very impressive. Do you know them?

[ She smiles pleasantly and turns her head to look out a nearby window to verify YES THE SNOW before turning back to look at the stranger with a strange brightness in her eyes. ]

I KNOW EVERYONE ON THE NETWORK
EVEN YOU

Do you? Um, er. Well. [He stares for a moment, feeling more than a little awkward, because this appears to be happening far too often for his tastes (and by 'far too often,' we mean just that once.) Finally:] I don't think I've ever put video up on the network.

[What's this? Is this... Tupolski offering you some booze? I think so. Have a cold smile as well.]

Hello, Katurian.

[Katurian doesn't notice Tupolski offering the alcohol. He just notices Tupolski, and so he goes as white as a sheet, wishing very much that he could disappear, get out of here, fold up like a slip of paper, please please please, just disappear just disappear.]

Detective.

[His throat is raw.]

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Tsk, tsk. It's dinner, Katurian.

[At this point, Tupolski pulls Katurian in close with one arm. And, to make the situation even more unsettling for him, whispers:]

More importantly, it's Christmas. Everyone has to be happy on Christmas, don't they.

[A pause, as he pulls away. Gestures at Katurian.]

Don't answer that. Wasn't a question.

[He's both too frightened and too surprised to react much when Tupolski grabs onto him, other than to tense up and go even paler, trembling, even, as the words hit his ears. God no, I'm dreaming. God no.

When Tupolski lets him go, his relief is palpable, but brief. He still shakes.]

It's not a question, no. I was just-- I, u-um, I'm happy today, and I'm hoping you're happy today, too, not just because you're here with me, right now, but because I hope you're having a very good holiday.

[Tupolski regards him blandly. Slowly, he lifts up the drink to Katurian, no trace of good humor left on his face.]

Katurian. [At this point, he pronounces ever syllable with great emphasis.] Take. The drink.

I don't want the drink. [A pause. Panic, backtracking:] I already have a drink.

[He raises his own, and the ice clinks against the glass. He tries to keep his hand steady.]

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Is my drink not good enough?

[He notes the hand, eyes glancing between Katurian's eyes and the ice. He settles on the eyes.]

Now that was a question.

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goryteller - 2009-12-24 05:50 (UTC) - Expand

[ Nigel is keeping an eye on you, Katurian. Especially when Tupolski comes around to say hello. But he doesn't say anything, or do anything.

For now. ]

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