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[natureinblood]

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

Comments

Mrs. Claus is taking messages

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

::Edna in her Mrs. Claus outfit is standing in the middle of the room with a large bag::

Okay everyone! Gather round, gather round! Santa may not be here, but you get something even better! Come on now Dahlings. Don't make me beg, I won't do it.

[unnamed-nothing.livejournal.com]

[He likes Edna, sort of; not having expected to see her here, Trowa edges a little closer to the diminutive woman and her enormous bag, somewhat curious as to its contents but not willing to speak up just yet.]

[Maybe if someone else looks first...]

/threadjacks.

[out-of-beta.livejournal.com]

[ There is a young lady standing next to him now, head cocked to one side, staring at the little woman. When she speaks, her voice has a strange quality to it. ]

QUERY: IS SHE AN ELF

Edna sees and hears all

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

An elf? What are you talking about dahling? ::She stands up 'tall' and shows off her outfit:: Elves don't get to dress like the boss's wife!

ooc;

[out-of-beta.livejournal.com]

tagged below if you want to tag there!

haha, hello~

[unnamed-nothing.livejournal.com]

[He turns his head to glance at the unfamiliar woman at his side, unable to pin her down visually but temporarily intrigued by her voice. Few people in the City sounded so strange when they spoke.]

[Trowa returns his gaze to Edna, thinking of what little he's picked up about Christmas from all the displays, papers, videos, songs, and movies he's seen bits and pieces of on his travels around the last few weeks; he sounds unsure when he replies, but is damn well going to try and be polite enough to answer.]

[In his usual low, quiet voice.]

...No. I think she's--'Santa', maybe.

SHE IS SO CONFUSED. also /tags here and makes this a three person thread?

[out-of-beta.livejournal.com]

[ GLaDOS raises her eyebrows, lowering her face to look at the tiny woman. ]

I HAVE NEVER SEEN AN ELF BEFORE
NOR THE BOSS
NOR THE BOSSES WIFE
THEREFORE CONCLUSIONS CANNOT BE DRAWN BASED ON YOUR ATTIRE
MY CIVILIAN DESIGNATION IS NOT 'DAHLING'
IT IS GWEN OWENS HELLO

[ She turns to look up at the stranger beside her. ]

FOLLOW-UP QUERY: IS 'SANTA' THE BOSS

[tinybutdeadly]

[A certain barefoot little girl bounces over at the announcement of stuff.]

What do we get, then?

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

Presents! What else would Mrs. Claus bring?

[tinybutdeadly]

Dunno, but I looove presents!

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

::digs around in her bag::

Well then dahling what do you want?

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[Lyra walks up, Pantalaimon still lying on her shoulders.]

Really?

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

Of course really. Who wants some fat old man when you can have me? You get a much better deal.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[Lyra laughs a bit.]

So... You're handing out presents?

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

What else would you do with a sack full of them?

What do you want? No need for lap sitting, just ask and receive.

[borrowyourpower.livejournal.com]

[Still sitting off to the side, watching.]

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

::notices that she's being watched, and gives a large smile::

[borrowyourpower.livejournal.com]

[Forces a smile in return then turns her attention to something else.]

[shiromadoushi]

[[approaches, so very curious]] Something better?

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

Who wants Santa when you can get the presents from someone with better fashion sense?

[shiromadoushi]

[[covers a small laugh]] I don't think most children would really pay too much attention to things like that. [[says with a smile]]

/slips into this thread

[dragony]

[And with a command like that, how could anyone refuse? Waiting until after the other girls have departed, as she is strange and anti-social like that, Ruka finally approaches the woman with the overstuffed bag. She gets what it's for, after having watched the others, but she still peers at the bag curiously.]

This is very kind of you.

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

'Tis the season dahling. Besides I had to try out my new facilities somehow.

So then, what do you want?

[dragony]

I don't know... I never know what I want.

What sort of facilities?

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

A temporary place to start making clothes.

Well dahling, everyone wants something. So come on what is it?