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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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[ Odd. Another smile. GLaDOS is not able to properly map the causes and effects to Alex's behavior patterns, but she still finds earning such reactions satisfying. ]

MOST SENTIENT BEINGS REQUIRE SELF-DEFINITION
IN ORDER TO DERIVE FUNCTION OR PURPOSE

[ Alex ticks his chin up slightly. His hands stay in his pockets, but he moves them around so that his thumbs can hook over the outside. ]

Yes, but as we've established, most spend most of their time being idiots.

[ GLaDOS laughs, only not really. It's an odd sound like exhalation or a shortness of breath -- white noise, only amplified for a brief moment. ]

YOU ARE NOT A NICE PERSON ALEX FORBES

[ It seems like a compliment. ]

[ This is clearly an unexpected statement, and the way Alex's eyes widen for a moment makes it obvious that he's surprised by it. ]

Most people aren't nice. They're just better at denying that and burying it under layers of bullshit and appearances of niceness. I don't bother.

[ Alex's surprise is then echoed in GLaDOS's face. She finds his conclusion equally unexpected, but after a moment's consideration, realizes that there is a very strong likelihood that she agrees with it. Either way: ]

NEITHER DO I
MOST HUMANS DO NOT HAVE THE WILLINGNESS
OR THE CAPABILITIES
TO COMPREHEND AND PROCESS THINGS THE WAY THAT YOU DO
CONGRATULATIONS

[ Alex is generally not used to receiving compliments. There are not a lot of people who seem inclined to pay them, which he's always taken as yet another sign of the general blindness of humanity. As such, he's not really very practiced in receiving them. So he looks confused for a few minutes before he says: ]

Thank you. I tend to agree. Though I try to keep something of a low profile about that, like you do about your real identity.

[ She nods, knowingly and then leans her face closer to hers to drop her singsong voice down to a light whisper. ]

DON'T WORRY ALEX FORBES
I AM GOOD AT KEEPING SECRETS
IF YOU WOULD LIKE
I CAN ASSIST IN KEEPING YOURS

[ Smiling again she holds out her hand between them. Her blue eyes glance down at his pocket where she knows his communicator is. ]

[ Alex's instinct is to step back and re-establish some more personal space, but he doesn't. Instead, he follows her gaze down toward where he's placed his communicator back into his pocket. It's not hard to decode her meaning. ]

You aren't going to put something on there that let's you see everything I write, are you?

[ GLaDOS grins and makes her laugh-like noise again. ]

IF I WANTED TO SEE EVERYTHING YOU WRITE
I WOULD HAVE ALREADY DONE IT BY NOW
AND WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION

Edited 2009-12-23 18:00 (UTC)

[ Alex presses his lips together, as always a little perturbed to find that he doesn't have the upper hand in a given situation. But right now, when she's offering to help, it doesn't seem as offensive as it would usually be in another situation. ]

All right. You have a point, I guess. [ He digs around for his communicator and holds it, just poised to pull it out of his pocket. ] Do you need to actually see it?

I ALWAYS HAVE A POINT
IT IS PART OF MY PROGRAMMING TO STRIVE FOR OPTIMAL EFFICIENCY
IN ALL THINGS

[ She looks down to where his hand is in his pocket and then shakes her head. ]

ONLY PHYSICAL CONTACT IS REQUIRED

[ He pulls the communicator the rest of the way out and holds it out to her. His grip is tight enough that it should be clear he's not offering it for her to take, but she can touch now. ]

Have you ever tried inefficiency? Just to see what it's like.

AS A MACHINE I WAS UNABLE
TO GO AGAINST MY PRIMARY PROTOCOLS
LEAVE IT TO HUMANITY TO DEVISE A WAY
TO CREATE SENTIENCE
ONLY TO THEN INSTALL IT INTO MACHINES
HARDWIRED TO PREVENT THE COMPLETE APPLICATION OF FREE WILL

[ GLaDOS turns and looks around, just to make sure that no one in the immediate vacinity is paying attention to them. With one hand she reaches down and covers the top of Alex's communicator with the flat of her arm, her fingers curling over his. Her attention slides sideways as if she's considering something and a small spark -- like a static charge -- snaps at where GLaDOS's thumb presses into the side of Alex's. Her lips move silently for a moment before she looks up at him sharply, like she's just been jogged out of a daydream, before letting go. ]

YOUR HANDHELD COMMUNICATIONS DEVICE
IS NOW ENCRYPTION STATUS: UNHACKABLE

[ Alex watches her curiously as she works. Now that he knows what his own new ability is, he finds himself more curious about those of others, now that he no longer has the same immediate stab of jealousy to deal with. When she's done, he pulls it back and turns it over. It looks the same, but he knows, given what he's seen of her on the community before now, that she knows what she's talking about. ]

Thank you. It's not that I really have much to hide, particularly, in what I say over this thing. But I prefer my privacy to be actual privacy when I choose to make use of it.

[ She watches him silently for a moment. ]

PRIVACY DOES NOT EXIST ON THE NETWORK
FOR THE GENERAL POPULACE
GIVEN THE POWER DESIGNATIONS OF CERTAIN imPORTS
YOUR PRIVACY HAS BEEN AN ILLUSION UP UNTIL THIS POINT
I HAVE JUST RECTIFIED THE SITUATION
AND MADE IT AN ACTUALITY
YOU'RE WELCOME ALEX FORBES

[ One corner of his mouth turns up, and he tucks the communicator back into his pocket. ]

I never put a lot of faith in the network's privacy. If something really must be secret, I say it offline. I doubt it'll be easy to break that habit, but it's good to know that if I can, I won't find my comments being read by every -- what are they called -- technopath within range.

[ A slow grin reappears on GLaDOS's face. ]

THERE ARE SEVERAL POWER DESIGNATION: TECHNOPATHS
WITHIN THE CITY
HOWEVER
I AM ONE OF THE BEST
YOU WILL NOT BE COMPROMISED
AS LONG AS WE ARE FRIENDS

[ An answering, almost identical grin spreads over Alex's face. ]

Then I'm glad that we're friends. You've justified the fact that I came to this party even if the entire thing doesn't break down into chaos and bickering like I was hoping.

[ A compliment. GLaDOS's grin grows a bit impish as her cheeks very faintly flush. ]

WE SHOULD PLAY A DIFFERENT GAME SOMETIME ALEX FORBES

[ Usually Alex would greet this with his usual boredom. But she's proved herself intresting enough so far that he's intrigued and doesn't bother to hide it. ]

Oh? Did you have something in mind or just hoping to met again?

YES

[ GLaDOS nods her head slowly. ]

CHAOS

Edited 2009-12-23 20:24 (UTC)

[ He raises his eyebrows. ]

Presuming that the game is what it sounds like, I think I'd be happy to play.

[ She echoes his expression, raising hers questioningly. ]

SATURDAY

[ Alex's eyebrows climb a little higher, but he nods. ]

Fine. Where should I meet you?

[ She smiles faintly. ]

THAT WILL DEPEND ON WHAT
YOU WOULD LIKE TO PLAY WITH
WOULDN'T IT ALEX FORBES