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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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[ 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

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[ 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

[ He covers his mouth as he thinks. ]

I may need to think on that. It could depend on how my Christmas plans go.

[ She tilts her head. ]

ALL THAT IS REQUIRED
TO ESTABLISH CONTACT
IS TO RUN A QUERY
SEARCH PARAMETER: 'GLaDOS'

[ He nods once more, making a mental note to do this. ]

Then once I know what I'll be doing on Friday, I'll let you know what sounds like the best plan for Saturday.

ALRIGHT

[ There's a beat. ]

ALEX FORBES
DO YOU LIKE CAKE

[ Alex finds himself once again caught slightly off-guard by the change in topic. He blinks and looks surprised. ]

I-- suppose.

[ She blinks, unphased. ]

WHAT KIND

[ He continues to give her a strange look, but his voice is almost challenging when he says: ]

Chocolate, I suppose.

[ Another smile. ]

MY FAVORITE

[ There's a pause. ]

DO YOU INTEND TO TELL
CIVILIAN DESIGNATION: NIGEL COLBIE
ABOUT OUR ARRANGEMENT

[ Alex hadn't really thought about that at all. He looks over his shoulder in the direction that he thinks he saw Nigel last. ]

Enough to keep him from worrying or pouting, at least.

[ She looks off in the same direction, eyes moving across the crowd but not finding anything. ]

YOU SHOULD FIND HIM
BEFORE HE STARTS WORRYING OR POUTING NOW
I THINK

[ Alex's hands find their way back into his pockets, and his shoulders slump forward, getting ready to turn and follow her suggestion. ]

It's probably too late. We'll talk again soon, Gwen.

[ She holds up a finger, halting him before he turns. ]

ADDRESS: REQUESTED

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[ His instinct is not to give it to her but since Nigel's already essentially told half the city already, it doesn't seem to matter too much. ]

I live at [ address ]. Do you need that written down?

[ She shakes her head. ]

HAVE A GOOD NIGHT ALEX FORBES

[ He pulls one hand out of his pants to give a lazy wave. ]

You too, Gwen.