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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 was going to be hanging around it all night.
Once his face was properly stuffed, he might change his mind. But in the meantime there was food to eat, and he might even be able to stop himself from raiding the dessert table first this time.
And with a focus like that, it's unlikely he'd spot anyone else before they spotted him.
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It wasn't often that he got the drop on others, considering his color scheme and general propensity to be loud and obnoxious, and so here he was, sneaking up behind the other 'bot and giving him a playful shove.
"Boo."
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Genuinely taken off guard, Waspinator let out a buzz and spun, one hand hovering claw-like over his plate. It took a moment for him to register that what had startled him wasn't a threat - just a jerk. His food was safe. Slowly, his spine straightened and he relaxed marginally. He also made something of an effort not to look too relieved.
"Nyerzzz. What doez Yellowbot want, mmmz?"
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He retracted his hand again, grabbing his own chock-full plate he'd previously been cradling in the nook of his arm with it. "You eat too much too fast and you'll explode," he informed Waspinator pointedly. Metabee wasn't an expert at pacing himself either, but that didn't mean he couldn't tease others about it.
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He snorted. "Wazpinator haz exploded for lotz and lotz of reazonz, but never, ever becauze of food. Wazpinator thinkz iz szafe." That said, his mouth was free to have a turkey leg stuffed in it, gnawing away. Chewing, he nodded at Metabee's plate. "What about Yellowbot, mmmmz? Not afraid of exploding?"
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"Nice table manners there, bud," he gestured at Waspinator with the hand clutching his roll, pulling a face. As always, Metabee was little better himself, but as far as he was concerned the 'little' meant he was free to tease.
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He jabbed at Metabee's stomach with his free hand, smirking. "Yellowbot might want to watch hiz intake though, nzzz! Wazpinator thinkz maybe he'll get bigger, and not from scanning a new mode!" It didn't occur to him that Metabee wouldn't really catch that, but the insult was the important part.
Waspinator pouted. "And Wazpinator'z mannerz are fine! Hazn't thrown anything, haz he?"
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The pout earned nothing but a snort. "Not yet. But don't tempt me. I'm tryna stay on the good side of the folks here." He did not want to be in the bad graces of Ruka's father figure, much as he loved food fights.
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"Zzzzt. At leazt organic food doezn't explode on contact, rzz!" Even in a state for consumption, energon would make very, very good projectiles. Too good for food fights, really.
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"No organic food that you've found yet, at least," he replied in vague antagonistic amusement. Of course, no organic food Metabee'd found yet did either, but that didn't stop him from joking.
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A buzz for good measure. "Organic food doezn't explode! Don't try to trick Wazpinator!" He pouted again, pausing for a moment to stuff a potato-laden fork in his mouth. "And Yellowbot couldn't even have energon, szo shut it!"
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"Can't even have hunnhh rnnghh think they're so fancy," the former Medabot mumbled to himself through his own mouthful, though of stuffing. "Who said I cared?"
"WE OWN THE SKY" STARTED PLAYING WHEN I WENT TO TAG THIS
Eventually he went to reach for something on the table and found himself bumping hips with someone. Without looking up, he snapped "Move it," to whomever happened to be there.
oh god WHAT HAVE I DONE HERE
"Nyzzz. Fine." He took a step to the side, giving Terrorsaur room to snatch for whatever it was he wanted. Then realized what he'd just done and that he didn't have to do that anymore, and took half a step forward. "Szo, iz Terrorbot having fun stuffing hiz face?" He quipped with a smirk.
MADE THEIR LIVES ~*MUSICAL*~?
"Plenty," he quipped in return. "And Waspinator can do the same so long as he stays out of my way."
As emphasis, he plucked what he was originally reaching for from the table: the last piece of ham. (Not that it wouldn't be replaced or that there wasn't more ham elsewhere...but he felt accomplished having grabbed that last piece regardless.)
IF THERE IS A MUSICAL NUMBER I SWEAR TO GOD.... >8|
"Wazpinator not in anybot'z way!" he pouted, annoyed. What an accusation! Not that it was entirely baseless, but still. He was here to get free food and maybe even make fun of a few humans, not be told to go away. If he wanted that he'd have just gone to any human restaurant.
He snorted. "And what iz Terrorbot doing that iz szo important, mmmmzzz?"
A MUSICAL NUMBER? *starts doing a jig*
"I'm refuelling, Waspinator," he answered as he took a bite out of his victory ham while giving the fellow Predacon a "What does it look like?" expression.
STOP THAT IMMEDIATELY
"Iz doing veeeery good job of it, too. Maybe too good." Waspinator smirked. "Will Terrorbot even be able to get lift after eating all that?"
IT'S TOO LATE NOW~
"Unlike you, bug-face, I don't need some flimsy wings to achieve lift." He leaned in for some up-close and personal mockery. "I bet you I can not only eat more than you, but fly faster and further when I'm done."
THERE'S NO GOING BACK
"Nu-uuuh!" He stuck his tongue out, the very picture of maturity. "Wazpinator could totally outfly Beakbot!" He sneered gleefully. Not that he knew it was true, but his pride was on the line.
~I HOPE THE COMM'S PREPARED FOR THEIR SENSATIONAL ATTACK~ also sorry for slow tag
He reached up to flick the air above one of Waspinator's shoulders, as if to do so to one of his wings. "Just because your head is empty, it won't help your flying any."