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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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[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...]

[ 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

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!

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[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.

[ 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

What are you a computer, dahling? Stop acting like one it's a party!

Of course Santa is the boss, it's Christmas. He's the one who gives out all the presents and forces the little elves to make them.

::turns towards Trowa:: And hello to you again, dahling.

[Sort of at a loss as to what to do around a computer lady who asks way too many questions and the commanding woman before them.]

[Manages a quiet, if somewhat smothered by his own hesitance:]

...Hello.

[ GLaDOS's brow pinches and the corners of her mouth turn down in a slight frown. She knows that her behavior is far from a normal human's, but the assumption that she is a computer bothers her. She is meant to be trying to be somebody she's not (not entirely), so she cannot help but try to correct the small woman's already correct assumption. ]

THE GENERALLY ACCEPTED TERMINOLOGY IS 'FORMER INORGANIC'
HOWEVER IF A DISCUSSION OF MAKE AND MODEL IS REQUIRED
I WAS PREVIOUSLY A SELF-PROPELLED CYBERNETIC SYSTEM
WITH FULLY FUNCTIONAL AI, ALSO KNOWN AS A CYBORG

[ She blinks down at the huge bag. ]

THAT DOES NOT SEEM LIKE A NICE THING TO DO
TO ELVES

Relax dahling, I was making a joke. No need to take it so far.

No it's not a good thing to do to elves, but kids need presents and so do adults and cyborgs. ::starts rustling around in her bag:: So then, what do you two want?

[The question surprises him, as has everything else in the last few minutes; he racks his brain for something he can actually tell her about and comes up with nothing. He's fairly sure she doesn't carry the kinds of things he wants in that bag. Instead, Trowa tries to use humor as a kind of personal defense mechanism. Too bad his sense of humor's a little... off.]

I guess an end to war doesn't really count.

[ GLaDOS frowns at the stranger. ]

I DO NOT THINK THAT SANTA'S WIFE
IS CAPABLE OF FITTING THAT IN HER BAG
IRREGARDLESS OF HOW MANY ELVES SHE HAS ATTEMPT DO THIS FOR HER ]

[ Looking back at the small woman, she lifts her eyebrows excitedly and smiles. ]

I LIKE SHOES

::deflates and rolls her eyes at the serious request:: No. It counts every other time but right now. ::waves at GLaDOS:: What she said.

Now then! ::rummages through her bag to find something appropriate for both:: Shoes are easy, dahling. ::inspects GlaDOS, decides her size and dives back into the bag pulling out the proper sized elf shoes. Complete with jingle bells on the pointed toes, but no slip sole and the best fit you'll ever find.::

There you go dahling!

Now you, Mr. Serious at a party. ::looks him up and down as well and takes out a ridiculous pair of glasses with pink tinted lenses:: You get rose colored glasses until the party is over. You can be serious later. If that doesn't help, it comes with a rose colored wine glass. ::Holds that out as well with a cheesy smile::

[Takes the rose-colored glasses and the wine glass with confusion at first, but smothers that under his typical layers of calm and blank face, inwardly amused. Perhaps he'll give these to his friend; they'd probably be more entertained by the inherent humor.]

...They're pretty. Thank you.

[Trowa bows to the lady politely before straightening and turning to go find the blond, flipping the glass in the air and catching it easily as he walks, thinking.]

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/threadjacks.

Edna sees and hears all

ooc;

haha, hello~

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

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