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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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Blackarachnia had explored a little bit then ate. She probably ate more than she should have but the meal had been the best she'd had since her return.

Now she sat in a corner, out of the way, watching anyone that caught her interest.

Looking for the woman who Phoenix had said had some extra eyes--having been pleased to know that she had been willing to come after all--Edgeworth had spent a good ten minutes scouring the different rooms and even one of the tents trying to locate her; it was with a fairly satisfied look that he approached her in her spot far out of the way, observing the other guests.

"Pardon me. You would be Blackarachnia?"

The femme looks up and blinks, slightly surprised someone was addressing her.

"Yes." she replies with a slight nod.

That was an odd sight, someone like her blinking, but he kept that thought to himself and a cordial expression on his face.

"I do not wish to intrude--merely to present you with a small token. I... have appreciated that you chose to attend. Consider this my thanks."

The box is small and the paper in deep shades of blue; in it she ought to find a thin silver chain with a tiny droplet pendant with a circle made of one small dark amethyst and one small garnet. This dinner is partly his way to forget about all the troubles that have plagued him the last year, and to ignore the trauma that will no doubt carry on in the next--the necklace, he hopes, will be hers--if only for a little while.

Her eyes drift to the small box, although the second pair show no movement at all as they are solid red. She stares at it, surprised and uncertain. She can't remember the last time she was given a gift.

Slowly she reaches out and takes it, turning it over in her hands. The color of the paper sparks a memory of something else blue in her memory. She closes her eyes, mentally grasping for the memory but it's long gone.

She sighs then opens her eyes again, looking back up at Edgeworth. "...Thank you." her voice soft, as if she doesn't want anyone else to hear her.

Carefully she opens the gift and just ends up staring at the contents. "Um...what is it?" She hadn't done any reading on jewelry.

He watches with interest at first before realizing that he might be intruding on some private memory of hers, and turns his eyes away for just long enough to allow her that small degree of privacy.

When she sighs, he takes that as a sign that it is all right to resume observing his guest and giftee, nodding in reply to her expression of thanks so as to prevent drawing any more attention than they might be. Based on her actions thus far, he's fairly sure she won't want it.

The question gets nothing more than an "Ah" from him; he is no longer surprised by imPorts who do not know of the things most humans consider basic knowledge--so, tracing a rounded line around his throat with one finger and then pointing at the necklace, he tells her about it.

"It is intended as a kind of personal decoration," Edgeworth explains as quietly as he can while remaining within her hearing, trying to sound helpful. "It drapes around the neck, and can mean many things to its wearer. Some wear it for attention, while some attach memories to its presence. Others simply use it to accent clothing or personal appearance. Does that explain well enough?"

"Ah..." She nods then looks back down at the necklace.

Carefully she pulls it from the box and examines it. "It's...pretty." she comments as the finds the clasp. She fights with it for a moment before she manages to open it.

Blackarachnia lowers her head and draws the chain around her neck. Once again she fights with the clasp, trying to lock it back in place. She quickly realizes this is more difficult than opening it and hisses with frustration.

This is proving to be something more of a task than he'd hoped for; Edgeworth idly kicks himself for not having thought of something simpler--a ring, or perhaps a tiny figurine. Still, he's gone with this, and damned if he'll let her have a bad time of it. It's the gentlemanly thing to do, after all, and a proper host takes care of one's guests.

"Ah, here--turn around," he says, implying an offer of help. "Er--please, don't be frustrated. It takes a bit of practice."

Hesitantly she turns around and holds the ends of the chain until he takes them.

It's much easier to do this when you can actually see the clasp; it's but a fleeting moment before he has it fixed properly and settled around her neck the way it should be. And then, because that is far too much contact for someone he barely knows, and possibly even for someone he does, he backs up to a respectable distance and clears his throat to signify that he's not within attacking range any more.

Well, as much trouble as that was, it really is quite suitable on her, if he says so himself.

Once the necklace is on her she looks down at it, admiring the way it looks. As she get comfortable in her seat again there a small, barely noticeable smile on her face.

Edgeworth takes that moment to bow and excuse himself, wishing to let her have her tiny moment of happiness without interruption, expressing a quick desire for her to enjoy the rest of her night and slipping away into the crowd.

She watches him go then looks back down at the necklace.