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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

[answertrue.livejournal.com]

[ After he finishes stirring his own tea, he gets to work making her a cup. He's quiet and focused on his task, and only after he's handed her her tea, he reaches into his jacket to procure a small modestly wrapped package. It is a copy of Isaac Asimov's Earth Is Room Enough (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth_Is_Room_Enough). ]

[mobius-bound.livejournal.com]

[ There is something to be said for the amount of balance it takes to hold a cup of tea and open the small package - enough to ascertain it's contents, anyway - but Cameron, somehow, manages just that.

The smile she gives Hal is rather singular. Very bright and she leans up and gives him a kiss on the cheek. ]

Thank you very much, Arthur. I am certain I will.

[answertrue.livejournal.com]

[ HAL is surprised by her affections, and his cheeks color just slightly in an unconscious reflex. He does, however, repeat his prior smile, a little larger this time. ]

[mobius-bound.livejournal.com]

[ Cameron smiles and takes a sip of her tea, tucking the book under one arm until she locates her bag and can put it away. ]

When the snow has cleared and I have a better sense of whether or not my schedule will change for the new year, we should still go to the observatory.

[answertrue.livejournal.com]

[ He sips his tea. ]

[mobius-bound.livejournal.com]

I have looked from the roof of the building I live it - however light pollution makes it difficult to make out any but the most common constellations.

[ She looks at him thoughtfully. ]

Do you have a favorite constellation?

[answertrue.livejournal.com]

[ He thinks about it. ]

[mobius-bound.livejournal.com]

It never sets.

[ Cameron finds that interesting. Another smile. ]

[answertrue.livejournal.com]

[ He smiles back his HAL smile. ]

[mobius-bound.livejournal.com]

Aesthetics and personal tastes tend to be things which are difficult to quantify. The reasons may become apparent over time or, perhaps, you will find similar things by which to compare it.

[ With a tilt of her head she starts leading him to one of lesser crowded areas, near the hallway. ]

Or, perhaps, you will not. Not everything is quantifiable.

[answertrue.livejournal.com]

[ He follows her, contemplatively. ]

[mobius-bound.livejournal.com]

It is not a bad thing, [ She says after a moment. ] However, one of my own flaws is the constant examination of that which I cannot quantify.

[ She finds a pair of seats, currently vacant, and claims them. Close enough to people - everything is, really, but not so much in the thick of things. ]

I realized when I was choosing your gift that I have not seen the place you reside. Nor have you seen my residence.

[answertrue.livejournal.com]

[ He sits, folding his arms politely in his lap. ]

[mobius-bound.livejournal.com]

[ She tilts her head at him. ]

I would like to see yours as well. Do you wish to decorate it? [ She thinks this is a fair question, really. Maybe he doesn't. Maybe he likes empty spaces. It wouldn't necessarily surprise her. ]

[answertrue.livejournal.com]

[mobius-bound.livejournal.com]

It is, yes. [ She thinks about this - part of the reason she furnishes and decorates is because a lack of such things feels somewhat obvious to her. Telling, in regards to the nature of the resident. ]

What is your favorite color, Arthur?

[answertrue.livejournal.com]

[ HAL is quiet for a long moment, he has to think about this. ]

pfftt wrong icon

[mobius-bound.livejournal.com]

[ She smiles. ]

Green is the most popular decorating color. Do you know much about the psychology behind choices in color preferences?

[answertrue.livejournal.com]

[ He looks at her curiously. ]

[mobius-bound.livejournal.com]

Each color is documented to have a certain affect on the brain. Green is popular because the human eye processes it the most easily, and it is the most natural-occurring color. It is associated with relaxation and renewal.

[answertrue.livejournal.com]

[mobius-bound.livejournal.com]

It is a color I enjoy as well. I am not certain which colors would fall under the category of inorganic.

[ She thinks about it for a moment and doesn't really reach any particular conclusion. UNQUANTIFIABLE is what it becomes, for the moment, which starts something of a chain reaction in her head. Considering and analyzing Hal's adjustment to this world versus her own. Completely different systems and responses, with different goals in mind.

She wonders which is better, or if there even is a better method, and frowns slightly. ]

If at any time my insistence in regards to socialization with you should become a source of annoyance, please inform me.

[answertrue.livejournal.com]

[ He rubs his chin thoughtfully. ]



[ Another pause, and he looks at her intently. ]

[mobius-bound.livejournal.com]

I hope you will tell me what conclusions you reach.

[ She looks back at him, her expression mostly blank. ]

Not everyone approves of my methods, of my approaches to new situations. It has been a source of conflict before, with others. I would rather it not become a point of contention between us.

[answertrue.livejournal.com]

[ He puts a hand on hers, reassuring. ]