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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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He landed next to her, sitting down.
"And... well, I dunno about here, but where I'm from it's the most common superpower. Heck, it's to the point where if that's all you can do people think you're kinda lame."
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She didn't scoot away as he sat down. Her personal space bubble was practically nonexistent. "Lame? It's the only power that you can dive-bomb with. More than once, anyway." She snorted. "Teleporting doesn't help once you've hit terminal velocity."
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He pointed to his ring. "I know, doesn't look like much, but..."
He was a little low on power, but he could still call up something simple. He wiggled his fingers and tried for a little green dragon, drawing it in the air. It spouted a plume of green flame before landing on his head and curling up there like a cat.
"I can make anything I can think of. There's limits on how much I can do at a time, and for how long I can do it, but really. Anything, so long as it's green."
yay lunch break /runs back to work
She reached up to try and pet the dragon on the nose. If it breathed fire, had pointy edges, or was potentially explosive, her natural reaction was to poke at it. As she leaned over to do so, it gave her the chance to sniff him without being overly obvious about it. Huh. Was that oranges?
"Why green?" she asked. "I mean, that's better than puce. Or pink."
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"I dunno, actually," he said. "I mean... what I hear is that there's a spectrum of color that corresponds to emotions. Green is pure willpower; it's neutral. Red is rage, orange is greed, yellow is fear, blue is hope, indigo is... I don't know, and violet is love. Only violet's more like pink and they're all crazy weirdos anyway."
Which had always struck him as odd. Love shouldn't make you a crazy weirdo.
sorry three hours sleep has caught up to me /passes out
You didn't need love to be a crazy weirdo, really. She listened to the spectrum, looking thoughtful. "Maybe it's a sense of humor?" The word indigo was kind of funny if you repeated it a few times. "That much pink would drive anybody crazy."
Between the dragon, the nice view, and the fact that the conversation had made it five minutes without being completely awkward, Parker was feeling pretty good. So she wasn't as subtle when she sniffed again. Yep. Oranges. Huh.
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The sniffing was a little weird. "Look, I'm used to odd customs, I mean, part of my job is working with aliens from all over the galaxy, but I gotta ask, um... and, no offense, but... why are you sniffing me?"
He wasn't offended, it was just... not expected.
sorry for disappearing for so long
She considered the question. "I sniff everybody. And it's not like you smell bad or anything. You're the second guy here who smells like fruit."
Yeah, she'd talked to Shawn already.
it's totally fine! I've been busy myself, so...
"Like fru- oh," said Kyle. "That's the turpenoid. Er. Organic substitute for turpentine, somewhat less toxic and smells like oranges instead of horrible impending death. I'm a painter, see. Well. And. Other art-er."
Good job Kyle, 'other art-er'. Was that even a word?