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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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Considering the state the two of them were presently in, a weak blast was enough to force even Trowa to overbalance, his leg unable to support a highly unplanned shift in weight while standing on bark covered in ice and snow; with a grunt, he slipped and rolled off the thick branch supporting him, landing instead stomach-first and draping over the one below with a great whuf of escaping air.

Add some heavy bruising--both flesh and bone--and a bloody chin to the list of injuries. Oh, and some splinters. They're gonna have fun patching him up afterwards, that's for sure. At least it's not like he doesn't already have scars everywhere?

Pulling himself up to a sitting position and clutching at the trunk, using the sheer size of the war form, he shook the tree, trying to dislodge Starscream--and a hell of a lot of debris--from his not-quite-comfortable perch some distance above.

Cut off the retreat path. Corner the enemy.

Never mind that the even that monster of a branch was beginning to creak underneath the massive beast's weight.

All Starscream could do was cling to the trunk of the tree as best he could, wrapping his arms and legs around it and holding on for dear life. The thing swayed back and forth violently, and he was very nearly thrown from it, but he clung as best he could.

He didn't even have time to try a second shot, focused entirely on not falling out of the damn tree.

Shake, shake, shake.

Internally wondering whether Starscream secretly had a barnacle mode of some sort, he continued trying to force the Seeker loose--at least until the bit he himself was perched on finally snapped and gave way with a loud crack.

Dropping to the ground like a rock with an accompanying surprised bellow, Trowa hit in much the same fashion he had earlier, if leaving a much bigger imprint in the snow this go-round.

Out of breath not for the first time, battered, tired, and not exactly sure where his folding knife had gone off to, Trowa decided to just... lay there on the wonderfully cold lawn. Rest for a while. Not even shifting shape. The ice felt lovely on the blast marks, anyway.

"Stay. There," he muttered.

Starscream lay on his own branch, exhausted, hungry, and cranky. He groaned, his legs still bleeding. He should probably do something about that, he mused, but the adrenaline was rapidly wearing off, leaving him full of aches and not particularly inclined towards motion.

He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, anyway.

While Nanashi lay in the snow and Starscream attempted to keep himself in the tree, Remus was finding himself cornered by a seriously agitated blond teenager acting far too polite when he delivered the news that his friend and Starscream were fighting outside. It had taken Remus approximately three seconds to Apparate out onto the lawn, wand at the ready should the two still be in the middle of it.

Instead, he found them both groaning and bleeding in the snow, the blue fire he had conjured to see making his face seem more haggard.

"I should almost think you'd already learned your lessons," he murmured, studying the both of them and the damage they had done.

The friend that the blond had mentioned was not another teenager. At least not right now, the massive lion-like animal reminding Remus strongly of the illustrations you might see of werewolves in books. Raising his wand, he considered for a moment the appropriate spell and an instant later, instead of the massive animal that had been there before, a small kitten, tawny, and far more pitiful looking in its current state, all but disappearing into the snow it had originally fallen into.

The door opened behind him and he motioned briefly to the kitten before saying, "Your friend."

Starscream was another thing entirely. While something like a tin whistle or a wreath might be easier, it seemed more appropriate to do something else. Which would require some rather creative spell work. A few minutes later there is a mangled toy robot, a surprisingly accurate toy considering Remus knows nothing of Starscream's original form, but magic works in strange ways and rule of funny overpowers everything. It remained perfectly balanced on the branch for a second before overbalancing and falling, landing upside-down in a bank of snow just a few feet from the walkway.

"A few hours and it should wear off," he said it more to comfort the distressed looking blond than either Starscream or Nanashi.

It was one thing to deal with overcoming a mindset that was all instinct, and a slightly more difficult one to have to fight off that took the warlike aspects of both the human and the lion and mashed them into one big, vicious desire to kill.

Trowa discovered that it was another matter entirely to be stuck as a roly-poly little brownish kitten (http://i47.tinypic.com/71laus.jpg).

A kitten that looked a little bit like it had been run over by a tractor, but an adorable little ball of fluff nonetheless--and one with a very strong and innocent thought pattern that tended to revolve around Food?, What's This?, Play, and Hey, Where's My Family?

Plus--to his dismay--unnatural grace only went so far when combined with the unbearably unsteady and clumsy padding about of something that had only been alive for a couple of months.

He couldn't see over the snow pile, no matter how far he tilted his suddenly-tiny head up; covering his bases, the little creature hissed at the unseen enemies, the fur on his back rising into a tiny little hackle mohawk.

And then he tripped over his own feet and smushed his nose into the cold, wet snow with a pitiful squeak.

On the one hand? This was closer to his true shape.

On the other hand, he was tiny, his electronics were rudimentary, and his voice didn't seem to be working.

Luckily, it seemed he could walk... but everything felt all wrong, and so all he managed was to flail around in the snow a little (which was well over his head) before getting his wings mis-transformed and falling on his aft.

For Primus' sake, he couldn't even complain! this was terrible!

Quatre managed to save Trowa from any further mishaps, picking him up carefully, and holding him close to his chest, trying to keep him warm, and protected from... everything. Especially Starscream, who looked about ready to have a fit. Lupin had already gone inside, leaving him with the both of them.

It was probably better to leave the Decepticon outside, perhaps find one of his friends and notify him of what had happened. Leaving him out here injured and freezing was cruel, especially in a state that seemed fairly harmless. He doesn't look at that pleased with Trowa, either, but he's saving that for when Trowa can appreciate it.

"I'm going to tell someone you're here," he said quickly, crouching down so that he was at least close to Starscream's level. "Don't get yourself hurt anymore than you already are."

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remus and quatre time?

lol yes plz

/grounds you both

/DESTROYS any chance Trowa had at retaining his badass dignity

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Aaaaand Quatre suddenly pulls ahead in the badass contest!