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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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"It's all right," Quatre assured, but he took the offer, stepping back into the building where it was thankfully much warmer. He clearly should have brought his jacket with him when he'd gone outside.

Turning back around, he offered the sketchbook to Kyle. "It's mostly things I've drawn in the last week. I'd been using computer paper before I bought this."

Kyle found himself a seat on one of the plush couches, setting the sketchbook down on a green glass table. He flipped through it carefully, only just barely touching the edges of the pages, careful not to touch any of the art.

"This is pretty good, Quatre," he said, smiling. "And hey, I used computer paper too, back when I was poor as dirt."

Well, he was still poor as dirt, but hey.

It's mostly sketches of people, Quatre taking a liking to sketching them when he saw them around the city, but it's been a long while since he'd done any art, the war taking precedence over hobbies, even ones that he had excelled in once.

"Really?" he asked, surprised that someone who seemed to work so easily with any material given to him - including his powers if theses structures were any clue - wouldn't need to rely on something like that for drawing.

"Being here has given me much more free time than I thought. I wasn't sure when I would be able to start drawing and painting again back home," he admitted.

"That was back when I first got into art school," he said. "I was probably around your age. And we all have to start somewhere, right?"

He smiled at some of the portraits; that was how he'd started too. Well... that and copying out of old comic books. Everybody started somewhere.

"Yeah, I hear you there," he said. "Still, I've barely had any free time, but I'm kind of used to fitting painting sessions in between saving the city from the monster-of-the-week. Just like home, really..."

Quatre nodded, the nervousness easing enough for him to relax again. The comment about saving the city did catch his attention. Kyle had created the ships that had taken everyone to the moon and it was obvious that he had created the structure they were sitting in now.

Thinking quickly over what he had seen on the network and the fight with Blue Beetle, which Quatre quickly dropped, but it was enough to connect the two of them.

"You come from the same world as Jaime, right?" Quatre asked.

"Yeah, I do," he said. "You're a friend of Jamie's..?"

"He's helped me out in with a few tech problems in the past."