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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
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"Not enough stuff's been thrown," she decided after a moment. "There'd need to be more yelling. And mosquitoes." Hey, she'd been to Memphis in August once. Bug heaven.
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Still, there was the looming feeling that he was crashing a party of well-knowns and friends. Not like he cared. He crashed a few shindigs in his hay day, but most of them didn't have women with super-strength and speed.
"Do you know the host?" Shawn whistled low, picking at the girl. Judging by--well, her everything--he had an idea that she didn't know the host(s) personally.
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Dress fancy? Pfft. Parker was wearing black jeans, a gray t-shirt and red reindeer antlers on her head. This was about as fancy as she got off the clock.
"Nnnnope." She frowned, confused by the whistle, but shrugged it off. "I dropped off some kids here when the zombies attacked, but that's about it." She turned back to Shawn and added, "...And I dropped off a whole ton of candy here after Halloween, but he's not supposed to know about that."
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And that was part of the reason Shawn was drawn to her. She wasn't so intimidating as some others with their strange tattoos and otherworldly hair (not that Shawn discriminated, but he was trying to be cautious since Lassie won't be as prone to rescuing his ass nowadays).
"Why? Is his secret identity a dentist?" What was it about the holidays that gave Shawn a big appetite? He felt like he was stuffing food away for hibernation. Now he wanted candy canes.
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"Cause I didn't tell him," she answered. That, and she'd stolen a lot of it out of many an abandoned grocery store after the fact. "Well, he's already a lawyer, that's scary enough. Maybe he secretly moonlights as a dentist? An evil dentist. The type that don't use novocaine."
This guy seemed okay, and she was starting to relax a bit, although she was sure she'd seen him before. Where... "Oh! Hey! I know you! You tried to hide in the bathroom." Where she was already cowering when Lassi came in and pulled his gun on the housewarming party.
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"Hm?" He responded, mouthful of something or other. He cocked his head curiously before it all came back to him, tiny detail by tiny detail. He had been trying to forget that night for the most part the past few weeks.
Shawn swallowed his food like a good boy before talking, "Oh, right. The great big shindig everyone was invited to. How'd you like that, any ways?"
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For example, Shawn would probably notice that Parker was suddenly intruding on what 99% of the populace would consider personal space.
"It was okay," she said nonchalantly as if there hadn't been a gun-toting angry cop. "The bear rug was a little creepy, though."
Parker sniffed at him, which wasn't hard when she was up this close. Huh. "Hey, do they have pineapple here too?" She snagged a snack from his plate and took a bite.