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capeandcowllogs2009-12-22 07:29 am
natureinblood) wrote in 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 scratches at his neck a bit. It would be nice to be able to thrust his present at her now, but bringing all his stuff had turned out to be a little impractical.]
D'you mind if I swing by again with your gift? It's kinda big.
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[She takes a glance at the HUGE CROWD OF PEOPLE, smiling but a little uneasy.]
I know a lot of people responded to his post, but I didn't think... this many people would come over.
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[He shrugs with a laugh.] You kidding me? With free food? 'Course a ton of people would show up. Kinda just goes to show how many of us imPorted types're round the City nowadays.
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Yeah... sometimes it seems like everyone is going away, but... more people arrive all the time.
... but is free food really that enticing?
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Sure it is. Everybody likes food!
BRB RECODING EVERYTHING 8|
[She gets a little quiet after that, retreating into her own thoughts. This is never a good sign.]
I'D SAY I'M SORRY BUT IT WOULD BE A LIE
[He blinks, looking a little sheepish at Ruka's reaction. He's gotten to go home plenty, sometimes he forgets how long it's been for others.]
You alright?
THAT'S BECAUSE YOUR HEART IS NOTHING BY LIES, ICY.
... Adults don't change much from one year to the next, do they?
IT'S TRUE. I MAY AS WELL NOT HAVE A HEART. /COLD INSIDE
[He glances over at her again with a concerned frown. He didn't mean to upset her, and he's not so hot at making people feel better unless it's with a shounen speech.]
Why you ask?
ON THE PLUS SIDE, YOU'D BE GOOD TO HAVE AROUND IN AN EMERGENCY.
... It's going to be eleven months, really soon. Then twelve. Then thirteen, fifteen, twenty...
[Her left hand encircles her gloved right arm, part from habit and part for emphasis, before she crosses her arms fully across her small chest.]
... When I go back home, I'll be eleven. But what if the me that leaves... is much older than that?
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... man, I dunno. Never realized that.
But hey, there's a load of people here who wanna go home same as all of us. I figure we won't be stuck here forever, I mean, there's gotta be another way home without all the memory losin'. Just, nobody's found yet.
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No, I mean... I don't want to forget everyone, or anything that's happened. But... what if ... what if I grow up here? Junior high, high school... what if I remember being your age, and then...
[Her voice trailed off, her hands falling and clasping together again. In retrospect, Ruka realized that Metabee, former robot that he was, dropped into an almost-adult human body from the start, might not understand growing up.]
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[Even so, he hates to see Ruka down like she is at the moment, and he's the one who started it, so he racks his brain.]
Well, it's only been less'n a year so far. You still got plenty of growing up to do. Enjoy the time you got left as a kid while it lasts! You can worry when being old isn't so far off in the future.
[It isn't a very good answer as far as answers go, but he says it sincerely, at least.]
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... but what if I grow up, and then get sent home? I'd be the same age as Miss Aki and the others, but... they'd just see a kid.
[She looked down, shaking her head, and leaned back against the wall, narrowly avoiding the decorations.]
I thought I was brought here so I could get stronger, and protect everyone when I went home... but now I don't know what I'm supposed to do.