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19 December 2010 @ 10:37 am
WHO: AHAHAHAHA. Just... just tag yourselves in.
WHERE: The Gorsewick Hotel
WHEN: December 19th. 5PM-7PM for setup, 7PM onward for dinner.
WARNINGS: Let's just cover for your basics unless something more specific comes up.
SUMMARY: Miles Edgeworth and Remus Lupin are hosting the second comm-wide holiday party and have rented out the dining hall in the Gorsewick for the night. Everyone comes in for food, warmth, and (relatively... hopefully...) civil company. Whether or not they can leave is another story.
FORMAT: IF IT FEELS GOOD, DO IT! Long prose, action brackets, rapidfire dialogue, present tense, past tense--whatever floats your narrative boat!

The Gorsewick is not all that large a hotel, although it would very much like to grow up to be one someday, a mere five stories tall and having only a small parking garage to its name. The owner is clearly an optimistic sort of fellow, building a place like this in the City despite the risk the existence of imPorts poses to it and the hits the tourism industry has taken from their antics; bigger places than this have been smashed to pieces by enormous grey lizards with bad cases of heartburn.

Sadly, it just isn't paying off. At a time when people should be on vacation, packing his rooms to the max, the Gorsewick is... really, really empty. The groups renting out the dining hall are pretty much the only things keeping it afloat this month.

Still, appearances must be upheld, and although it is mildly understaffed, it is currently no less well-cared for. The handful of people on duty that night are friendly and the place is clean as a whistle--no bugs, no rats, no dust, nothing like that. He may be running a sinking ship, but the owner is damned determined to keep it a tidy one on the way down.

Come on in.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Well this is pleasant.bluepurrymuffin on December 19th, 2010 06:19 pm (UTC)
Hank arrives in a black tuxedo. This is what happens when you use James Bond's tailors. He has a rather large picnic basket in his right hand, and he's not entirely certain what he's meant to do with it.
incywincyhero: spidey: quippageincywincyhero on December 19th, 2010 08:59 pm (UTC)
In contrast, Spidey is wearing a cheap suit over his costume, and looks about as ridiculous as you would expect. Seeing Hank, he wanders over with a little wave.

"What's up, Doc?"
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Oh hello!bluepurrymuffin on December 19th, 2010 09:05 pm (UTC)
Hank turns to see the wall-crawler and extends his hand in greeting.

"Ah, Spider-Man! I see you've decided to join us. And rather an interesting choice of wardrobe, too."

He lifts the basket and ponders it a little. "I'm trying to figure out where I'm intended to drop off these muffins! I should, perhaps, have come earlier, but I have a number of things I've been busy with over the past few days, and simply couldn't manage it."
incywincyhero: spidey: responsibilityincywincyhero on December 19th, 2010 09:15 pm (UTC)
Spidey clasps his hand warmly, then lets go and shrugs. "Just wearing my union suit seemed a little too casual even for me."

He glances around, taking in the lobby around them. "Maybe there's a table you're supposed to leave them at? I don't see any, though..."
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: I'll have to think about this.bluepurrymuffin on December 19th, 2010 09:24 pm (UTC)
Glancing around the lobby, he zeroed in on the front desk. "Perhaps the clerk will know?" He wandered off to inquire further.

Edited at 2010-12-19 09:25 pm (UTC)
incywincyhero: spidey: over the wallincywincyhero on December 19th, 2010 09:29 pm (UTC)
Spidey shrugged, and went off to find something to drink. He'd catch up with Hank at dinner.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: How disappointing!bluepurrymuffin on December 19th, 2010 09:32 pm (UTC)
Hank was suddenly aware of how terribly rude he'd been in his absent-mindedness. He had, after all, invited Spider-Man to the party, he was certainly due a certain amount of Hank's attention.

He'd have to find him and apologize once he had this muffin situation sorted.
Ted S. Kord/Blue Beetle II: Beetle: :3notniteowl on December 21st, 2010 01:39 am (UTC)
Excellent! Someone Ted sort of knows. (At least the costume makes him easy to recognize.) He'll be heading over and waving a little.

"Hey there, fellow-bug dude."
incywincyhero: spidey: over the wallincywincyhero on December 21st, 2010 01:40 am (UTC)
Since Spidey'd only heard Beetle's voice, and never seen him, it takes a moment or two for recognition to hit.

"Oh, hey man! How's it hanging?"
Ted S. Kord/Blue Beetle II: Beetle: Uhhhhhhnotniteowl on December 21st, 2010 01:46 am (UTC)
"Good, I guess," Ted said, rubbing the back of his neck a little awkwardly. "I didn't know there would be this many people I didn't know here, is all. Maybe I shoulda brought Booster with me."
incywincyhero: spidey: leap into the unknown
aaaargh too many threads lost track sorry
incywincyhero on December 21st, 2010 02:36 am (UTC)
"Well, I think a lot of us are new or just lost half our social circles, so you're in good company. Let me introduce you to Hank, I think you guys'd get along --" He turned to find Hank already wandered off. "Oh, uh ... I guess he went to get a drink or something. Nevermind, we have all night."
Ted S. Kord/Blue Beetle II
I feel your pain man
notniteowl on December 21st, 2010 02:46 am (UTC)
"Guess we do, yeah." Ted shrugged a little and grinned. "Nice suit, by the way."
incywincyhero: spidey: so then I saidincywincyhero on December 21st, 2010 02:47 am (UTC)
Spidey shrugs expansively. "I thought it was very chic."
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03: [solo] i'm sorry what was that?pacifisted on December 19th, 2010 09:18 pm (UTC)
As he's been away in Mexico the last long while and was slowly dropping off his comm usage shortly before the trip in order to keep his disappearance from being quite as obvious, Trowa's missed most of everything that Hank has been involved in.

If he wasn't possessed of ridiculous amounts of grace thanks to the Porter, he'd probably have tripped over his own feet in shock at seeing someone walking around in a body that reminded him far too much of one of his own alternate shapes... if in a really unusual color.

As it stands, Trowa just walks over, blank-faced, and nods his head hello.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: What was I thinking?bluepurrymuffin on December 19th, 2010 09:28 pm (UTC)
A little curious of the stranger's sudden appearance, Hank was a little afraid this may have been someone who knew one of his earlier iterations, but he didn't want to appear impolite either way, so he smiled and extended his hand.

"Good evening, I'm Dr. McCoy. Have we, by chance, met?"
03: [solo] nor iron bars a cagepacifisted on December 19th, 2010 10:53 pm (UTC)
"No," he replied, his voice ridiculously level for someone making an introduction of sorts. "We haven't."

Trowa had only really accepted that sort of greeting once, maybe twice, since his arrival in the City two years back. For a few moments, he stared at the one being offered to him with a blank look plastered on before realizing that his reaction could have been taken as an unwillingness to touch someone who wasn't perfectly human.

As that wasn't the problem, he had no intention of letting that happen.

The young man raised his own hand and clasped hold of the bigger blue one, shaking it very briefly before letting go and returning it to his side.

"Trowa," he adds, quietly. "A pleasure."
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: It's really quite simple.bluepurrymuffin on December 19th, 2010 11:08 pm (UTC)
"Likewise." Finding the whole encounter more than a little awkward, and unsure exactly where to go from there, Hank tries small talk. "So, what do you do for a living, Trowa?"
03: [pb] tracking your every movementpacifisted on December 21st, 2010 04:53 am (UTC)
Awkward is very much his thing. It follows him around like a puppy to a little girl, except that the little girl in question is really a fairly tall young man with bad hair. Also puppies are far more desirable to have around. But we're not counting that.

"I run an animal shelter," Trowa says automatically, and it's only a partial lie (mostly by omission). He tilts his head to one side. "And you...?"

With any luck, he might get the guy spilling some pretty fascinating beans; if not, well. That was why they made comm networks and the concept of tabs-keeping.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: What was I thinking?bluepurrymuffin on December 21st, 2010 05:09 am (UTC)
It was a good question. It was the same one he'd asked, after all, but even so, Hank didn't have a ready answer to it.

"Well, I'm a scientist by trade," he finally improvised with, "but having only been in the City for a few weeks, I haven't entirely settled on any kind of full employment. Currently I'm producing a holiday benefit album, though I suppose that won't keep me busy forever."
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Dr. Franken Stein: he just appears placesscrewmeister on December 20th, 2010 07:49 pm (UTC)
Doctor in black tuxedo, meet doctor in...dress shirt and labcoat. It's as fancy as Stein gets. He also has a largish covered dish, though, so he's gravitating toward others with obvious food items.

"Hey. Do you know where this stuff goes?" He lifts his dish a little to make what he's referring to clear.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: What was I thinking?bluepurrymuffin on December 20th, 2010 09:26 pm (UTC)
He has a screw in his head. Hank had seen, and been, far stranger, and this didn't seem to faze him in the least.

"I asked the desk clerk, and he told me that we're to bring it to the kitchen. I suppose we were meant to arrive earlier!"
Dr. Franken Stein: what does awkward mean againscrewmeister on December 20th, 2010 10:04 pm (UTC)
"Oh," Stein said, apparently nonplussed by the obviousness of this solution.

"That would make sense..."

He was, for the record, curious about Hank's appearance, but he didn't think it would be very polite to point it out.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Might I just add...bluepurrymuffin on December 20th, 2010 10:23 pm (UTC)
And he'd be right!

"It's this way, I think." Hank pointed down a hallway as he began to walk down it himself.
Dr. Franken Stein: just keep nodding like you get itscrewmeister on December 20th, 2010 11:20 pm (UTC)
Finally his limited social skills are put to good use!

"Right," Stein said assertively, and trailed after him. "Do you have a good sense of direction?"
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: I find myself brimming with thoughts.bluepurrymuffin on December 20th, 2010 11:30 pm (UTC)
"It's nothing exceptional, but I can find my way around." He pauses to glance at Stein from over his shoulder. "Also, the clerk told me where it would be."
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