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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: Oh my stars and garters!
approx 8:30 [open]
bluepurrymuffin on December 20th, 2010 09:30 pm (UTC)
Hank excused himself after dinner, as he had much to do the following day. As he tried to open the front door, he found it gave an astounding level of resistance! Not so much a problem for a man with super-strength, and he managed to convince it to open only to find...endless winter.

"Oh my stars and garters."

Edited at 2010-12-20 10:00 pm (UTC)
James Rogers: what?carrytheshield on December 21st, 2010 01:36 am (UTC)
James felt better than he did when he decided to attend the party, but it was probably time for him to go home and check on Gerry. He wasn't far behind the large, furry blue man on the way out. When he pushed the door open and there was a rush of cold air, James took a couple steps to the side so he could get a good look and stared.

"Is that ice? How did that get there?"
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Excuse me?bluepurrymuffin on December 21st, 2010 01:52 am (UTC)
Hank hadn't decided whether to go outside for a look or close the door, so he just stood there in the cold wind, uncertain of what to make of any of it.

"More than ice, it looks like a blizzard! But...is that something beyond it?"

He made up his mind, and shielding his eyes, he walked through the door.
James Rogers: Wowcarrytheshield on December 21st, 2010 01:56 am (UTC)
"Is that supposed to happen here? How are we going to get home?" James asked, continuing to ask questions. He hadn't seen so much ice or snow since the flight away from his home.

He moved closer to the door to try to look out and watch the furry man.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: grumpy-grump gettin' grumpsbluepurrymuffin on December 21st, 2010 02:13 am (UTC)
"I don't know," Hank said, matter-of-factly as he ventured further into the snow. He made sure to shout, loud enough that the wind wouldn't carry it off, "Make sure the front desk clerk knows!"

He made it about twenty feet before he saw any kind of break in the white. At a certain point, it just stopped As he reached toward the boundary, he got a better idea, and ended up knocking on some kind of barrier. This would have to be tested.
James Rogers: This will not end wellcarrytheshield on December 21st, 2010 02:18 am (UTC)
"Make sure who knows?" James shouted, worried. This was not good. He was worried about the guy going into that alone, but James wasn't dressed for that kind of weather.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: What was I thinking?bluepurrymuffin on December 21st, 2010 02:31 am (UTC)
Hank looked back toward the door, but wasn't sure if it was still open or not. The wind was overwhelming his ears, though he almost thought he'd heard a faint voice. He shook off the notion and redirected his attention to the barrier.
James Rogers: Just walk awaycarrytheshield on December 21st, 2010 02:35 am (UTC)
"Hello?" James shouted. He wasn't sure what to do. He partially closed the door and decided to wait next to it. He'd give the blue furry man some time to return.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: I'll have to think about this.bluepurrymuffin on December 21st, 2010 02:46 am (UTC)
Hank wanted to know more about this barrier, but Hank supposed he should make sure the rest of the party were familiar with the situation, so he returned to the door.

Pushing it open, this time he had to do his best to keep the wind from taking it away. Pushing it closed again, he glanced back at James soberly. "We're trapped."
James Rogers: what happenedcarrytheshield on December 21st, 2010 02:58 am (UTC)
That was not what he wanted to hear. "By the storm? It'll blow over after a while, won't it?" He reached back over his shoulder to touch the backpack on his back as he thought it over.

He wanted to get back to Gerry, but Gerry was safe with Tony. He could deal with being trapped for a night.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Um.bluepurrymuffin on December 21st, 2010 03:06 am (UTC)
He took off his glasses and wiped the condensation that had developed since he walked back in. "The storm is the least of our worries, I'm afraid. There's something else out there, something keeping the storm in here."

He tucked his glasses in a coat pocket before continuing. "I'm not sure of its exact nature just yet, but I intend to further analyze it. In the meantime, if you could inform the desk clerk, or the manager if he's on hand, of the situation, I'd appreciate it."
Ysera: Mortal - some Dreams speak to youofthedream on December 21st, 2010 03:42 am (UTC)
It had been 7:30 when she felt it. Ysera had been in the dining hall then, before dinner had officially started.

A flare of raw, foreign magic had washed over her, leaving an odd tugging sensation upon her essence for a moment. She had frowned, and turned slowly around, her head cocked slightly to the side as she tried to determine what had happened. It hadn't felt hostile or corruptive... But what was it? She faintly felt it settling, but she wasn't sure what shape the magic was taking, or why.

As she had started toward the doors to the dining hall to investigate, the doors opened and Edgeworth and Remus had entered and announced the dinner was beginning. Ysera had relaxed and tried to put it out of her mind. There was a lot of magic flowing through the dining hall and lobby as it was. She decided that surge had probably been something to do with the party.

She wouldn't know differently until after dinner; although curiosity over the magic would nag at her all throughout the evening. After dinner, she made her way out into the lobby, following her faint sense of the magic to investigate.

As she approached the main doors, still following the feel of the magic - which must be outside the building - she noticed the two males standing in front of the doors and looking very worried (both in and out of their imaginings). While unfamiliar with the species of the large blue-furred male, she wasn't phased by his appearance and approached with only slight hesitation over how worried they seemed.

"...Is something amiss, good sirs?" Hopefully they wouldn't be further distressed by the sight of a seemingly-blind, elven woman, with horns and green hair.
James Rogers: what happenedcarrytheshield on December 23rd, 2010 12:49 am (UTC)
"How do you contain a storm?" James asked, and he was about to keep talking when he noticed someone else approaching. He stared for a moment, but after the guy with the screw through his head, not much else was distressing.

"We're trapped," James said.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: I'll explain this slowly.bluepurrymuffin on December 24th, 2010 06:56 am (UTC)
[Whoops, missed this one. Sorry!]

Hank nodded to Ysera as she approached, then proceeded to answer James' question while appending his statement to her at the same time. "There is, beyond one of the worst blizzards I've seen, especially in a city like this, some kind of barrier containing the storm, the hotel, and us with it. I have yet to determine its exact nature and properties."
Ysera: Mortal - some Dreams see youofthedream on December 25th, 2010 05:46 pm (UTC)
"A storm, so suddenly?" She stepped to the door and laid a hand on it, gazing ahead as if she could see through it. "...I do not believe it is natural either. There is too much magic active tonight, I was coming to investigate." She shook her head. "But it is not taking the shape of a proper spell beyond these walls. I cannot place it yet."