Log: Ongoing

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

When; Saturday, December 12, 5:30pm
Rating; PG? PG-13 for mistletoe??
Characters; friends and acquaintances to the Pevensies, Caspian, and Reepicheep
Summary; Moving into a new home calls for a housewarming party.
Log;
Welcome to the new house(s). It might have been easy finding the place by the single lamp post out front whose light never goes out. Now that you're here, your Narnian hosts invite you to a night of fine food and delicious drink with friends in order to give their home that lived in feeling. If you're up to a dance please hit the floor with your swinging moves. If you'd rather sit then feel free to browse a book while you're at it. Hungry for more? That's what the kitchen is for. If the weather isn't too cold for you there's always fresh air on the balcony. There are festive lights strewn about in the spirit of the season and some sprigs hanging above...which may or may not have been put there on purpose. Watch your step for the resident cat and if you look hard enough you might spot the (temporary) resident pig too.

[ooc: Even if they didn't invite your character directly, basically anyone who is friends with the Narnians or are on good terms with them can come. Assume an invitation was made or maybe they saw Susan's post. White Witches obviously excluded 8| The few buildings towards the back of the villa are not open/built yet so the party is pretty much taking place within the two buildings towards the front and on the balcony!]

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claire bennet + ginny weasley in the kitchen with the open tag

[adamantined]

The kitchen seems like a safe place to start, even though Claire knows that she won't be in here for very long. Her mother always told her that you were supposed to bring some sort of house warming gift whenever someone either moved into the neighborhood or changed houses, and while Claire isn't the best at picking out gifts, necessarily, baking is considered something of a forte, and as per usual she hopes that she doesn't disappoint. Even if none of the people who actually live here eat the cake, she's sure that someone will. Not too many people - especially people Claire's age - are immune to chocolate.

She sets the dish down on the counter, moving to wipe her hands on her long coat as an automatic reflex but stopping herself before any escaped chocolate from the cake leaves a stain that she'll have to berate herself for in Sandra Bennet's place later. Instead of risking anything for anyone, Claire just takes the jacket off so that she's left in her dress and shoes. They click brightly across the flooring as Claire moves through people to find Ginny, who actually is the ball to Claire's chain at the moment.

[ooc: I have to have lunch and then run to work but I promise tags when I get back!]

claire bennet + ginny weasley in the kitchen with the open tag

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Roommates, after all, should stick together. But Gryffindors are wont to explore, Weasleys even more so, which is probably why the youngest of the lot isn't where she said she'd be waiting when Claire ducked into the kitchen to drop off the cake. Instead, Ginny is weaving through rooms and people, taking in the sight of the new house all done up for the holiday season, wand twirling absently between her fingers as she tries to figure an appropriate housewarming gift, tries to see what the place might need - something practical, of course, but thoughtful.

She's excellent at Charms but only a fairly adequate hand at Transfiguration, so there's that to consider too. That's probably why Ginny opted to merely change the colour of a dress (http://www.gosee.de/images/content2/karoline3.jpg) that was once bottle green into a rich blue; hopefully, no one would notice that she's worn it before. A witch knows how to work around spending money when she needs to, after all. She also knows how to turn up just as she's being looked for - intuition, if you will.

Ginny can find her way back easily, familiar with the house after all the time she had spent helping to fix it up, but she takes her time. Ball and chain, chain and ball, doesn't matter how you put it - Claire and Ginny can find each other if they absolutely need to.

But for now, Ginny's wondering if conjuring a bouquet of flowers is a cop-out of a gift.

[ooc; fffff i keep editing this thing, I'LL STOP I SWEAR. Feel free to tag Ginnyyyy.]

wandering wanderer who wanders

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Caspian greets, coming from around a corner in the hallway where he's seen Ginny browsing about. Although Susan had said they should all wear their best, he's most certainly aware that finery in Narnia isn't quite the same as finery for most of the people in this world. For that reason, he is in a simple blazer (http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b117/ACXchan/photoshoot2pic002.jpg) over shirt and slacks. The shirt is the most exquisite gray cotton you'll ever find, okay?

"Like what you see," he asks her cheerfully.

oh hay lady in the flasher coat

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

At some point a certain king has made his way into a certain kitchen with his nose following the scent of a certain cake. Maybe Claire will notice him. Maybe not. He is dressed in darker colors but whether he can blend in with the background and steal a piece without being noticed or not is up to her.

party in the kitchen!

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

Ah ha! There were people in the kitchen. Claire in the kitchen is like Aslan in his country, really if Susan would pause to think of it. Her mind is on how grateful she feels to have Claire be in attendance. And that thought isn't entirely complete. That cake is so large! The work of an expert baker. "Claire, you didn't have to. It's extraordinary." And it will not last if Edmund has the first chance to slice it.

Open;

[lionesscouchant.livejournal.com]

Miss Pevensie is certainly loading up that plate full of sweets. You would imagine, with the way they are piled on her plate that her brothers and sister never fed her, but that's not true. This is a party. She's having a good time.

You can find her in the kitchen, if that's where you're looking.

[nevertame.livejournal.com]

Likewise, Lucy can find a certain lion prowling about in the shadows outside the kitchen window, if that's where she's looking.

Open;

[justasystem.livejournal.com]

It's weird but. Tianzi is rather fascinated by the lamp post. She spends a good deal outside circling it, until she braves to touch it lightly- and then scamper inside in a flurry of blue and purple silks. It really was amazing- really amazing! She was used to opulent surroundings, Luo Yang was palace after palace, garden after garden... but this sort of thing was different. It felt more like a home, than anything else.

But that's part of what had always enchanted her about them, wasn't it? The Tianzi couldn't help poke about, curiously seeking out nooks and crannies, peering down hallways and in to all the rooms she found, giving small smiles and waves to anyone she came across.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Whoosh. Someone trails after the flurry of silks, someone like three times her size and dressed in an informal suit (http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b117/ACXchan/photoshoot2pic002.jpg). No not the insufferable blond thing in the blue shirt. Caspian pokes his head around the doorway to the piano room, catching sight of Tianzi.

"Hello again."

Open;

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

Susan happened to see Tianzi's interaction with the lamp post. It's impossible not to smile watching. "Are you enjoying yourself, Tianzi?" she says, still smiling when the two cross paths.

Open;

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Keeping busy is a good way of keeping one's spirits up, and that's the method Rosella's been doing her best to follow today. While she must admit that the Pevensies are more acquaintances than friends to her, she has encountered them all a few times before, since they have quite a few mutual friends and tend to travel in the same circles. So she's pleased for the chance to get to know them better, and congratulating them on their new home seems a fine way to do it.

Once she arrives, she slowly drifts from one room to the next, greeting familiar faces and admiring the beauty of the house. The library draws her particular attention--she does love books, very much so--and so that's where she finds herself spending a great deal of time, though the sweets in the kitchen are terribly tempting, and she's never one to pass up the chance to have a turn on the dance floor.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

He catches sight of Rosella while she's browsing the books in the library. One of the libraries that is. Well whether it truly qualifies as a library or not is arguable but technicalities aside! Caspian X is there.

"Find any tales you like," he asks her with a smile.

Inara Serra OPEN post

[only-fell.livejournal.com]

Inara only knows Caspian but she likes a party so she shows up in a dark green, silk gown. She picks up a drink and small plate of appetizers to pick at while she wanders the party and looks for Caspian or anyone else she knows. She's open to meeting new people as well.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Caspian can be found by one of the glass doors leading to the large balcony deck. He notices Inara from afar and nods to her before finishing his glass of wine. They--the modern people he knows--say he is too young to be drinking but the prince-turned-king has developed a palate for spirits since boyhood. It's just another difference between many worlds. In Narnia, one would be hardpressed to recognize Inara Serra as anything other than a Telmarine Lady.

Open;

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

Another new face! And that is such beautiful gown. This lady must be a friend of Caspian's or Lucy's. He has an innate talent for befriending people. And Lucy is never shy. She must say hello. "I'm glad that you could come. I don't believe that we've met yet."

[nobodyneedknow.livejournal.com]

Ah, Miss Serra. Dorian has seen her; has met her over the Network, but never in person, a fact that is sadder than he would care to admit. So he carefully moves in on her, and once closer he nods his head, not quite a bow. There is something...off about Inara.

"Miss Serra," he says. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you in the flesh."

two enchanters, a griffin, and a boy with not very particular fate walk into an open tag

[idomore.livejournal.com]

It had not been very difficult to convince Christopher and Conrad to accompany him - in fact, Cat had not needed to do any convincing at all. He had mentioned that Lucy and her siblings were holding a party for their house, and Christopher had gotten that gleam in his eyes that meant he was thinking about clothes. From there, it had all come together neatly. Of course, Cat wouldn't have minded going just with Klartch, but this was nice as well.

Conrad said they ought to bring a gift (and Christopher had said they could give them Klartch, at which point he received Very Stern Looks from both griffin and the griffin's boy), and thus equipped, they had all set out. Now at the door, Cat found himself looking up at a very impressive place. It was no Chrestomanci castle, but it wasn't as far from that as most the City lodgings were.

Klartch knocked his beak against the door, and Cat hastily made use of the knocker to prevent any griffin-clawing - even as he hastily threw a griffin-proof spells at the door.

two enchanters, a griffin, and a boy with not very particular fate walk into an open tag

[anoblemouse.livejournal.com]

It's an odd thing, really, a tiny mouse greeting guests larger than life when compared to him, but it's no skin off Reepicheep's whiskered nose. Besides, all guests were secretly being inspected by his watching eyes just in case one was really the White Witch in disguise.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the heavy door is pulled open and the knight mouse's tiny head pops up along the side to greet the knocker on the other side. Shock registers on his face because the guest is not quite what he expected. In fact, he would have never expected to be face to face with such a thing in the City.

"Narnians? There are more Narnians here?"

Because no other people he knows would have a gryphon in their possession but Narnians.

Cat Chant + Open!

[idomore.livejournal.com]

Klartch had become quite a celebrity in short time. At the moment, the griffin was the center of the attention in the kitchen, and after ensuring that he was (mostly) being fed meat and vegetables, Cat thought he would leave him to his coddling. They couldn't always be together, and Cat did want to explore a little further. (If it could be called "exploring" when he only went where he had been shown, as was polite in another person's house).

With a plate in hand and a few cookies piled there, Cat weaved through the people and the music, the heat and the conversation. Eventually, he found himself on the balcony. It was cold, but he told the air around him to be warmer, and his arms and legs and face to feel less chilled, and soon he was quite comfortable.

Distracted from the enormity of the view by the peach tree, Cat mused on it. Funny to see them so ripe when the weather was so frigid. Walking to the balcony's end, he set his plate on the rail and lifted a cookie to his mouth.

Cat Chant + Lucy P.

[lionesscouchant.livejournal.com]

Lucy spots Cat heading out towards the balcony and it took her a good moment to wind her way about to catch up with him. She likes Cat; it's a kind of like that she has felt before, naturally, being that she's been much older before, but this is the first time that she's felt it at this age and it's a little awkward. But Lucy has never allowed herself to be anything less than a good friend, no matter the situation. She does not think about her half-formed feelings, then, and instead chases after the nine-lived enchanter.

And she finds herself on the balcony with a mince pie in her hand and a little smile on her face.

"Cat?" She moves slowly, to not scare him. "Hello."

Susan~ open!

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

With so many guests, Susan decides that the best coarse of action is to be traveling to greet and converse as well as be sure that everything is in its proper place. A few swift glides from here to there have reaffirmed that the place is properly prepared for a party. Seeing the treats, music and lights that they all had put time into appreciated was absolutely worth the effort. This house felt like home filled with the warmth of joy and good company. Now it was Christmas time.

With a glance to a mirror she tucks a hair back into place and smooths the front of her white dress (http://www.violetvillevintage.com/ebay/wintermin-1219019687-16518.jpg) Susan kept moving, unhurried

[nobodyneedknow.livejournal.com]

Dorian spots Susan from a mile away. It is difficult not to notice the Queen of Narnia; not when the Queen of Narnia is so beautiful as Susan is. But he does not know who she is, only that he wants her, as he crosses the room elegantly to get to where she is moving through the crowd.

He lifts a glass of champagne to sip while he follows her, just for a little while, and then finally he inclines his head to say hello.

"Excuse me," he begins, a bit formally. "I'm afraid that our introduction the other day was rather cut off. I'm Dorian Gray. I'm friends with Caspian."

Open.

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

Even in the Golden Age, Peter never really had a particular liking for parties, or what-have-you. Well, better to say especially in the Golden Age. That said, this is quite different, being not only about their new home, but as Susan said, giving people reminders that this place can be something other than dreadful. They are by no means rulers here, and that isn't the type of stance he takes on it even while considering that it is good to provide this sort of opportunity for those who would take it. Neither does he think of it as a friend to all friends, because as he has proven a few times, that is not true of the High King who so often keeps his own counsel, if many times because he does not know which part of him he is comfortable with coming across anymore. In spite of that sometimes-uncertainty, as all the boy from England and simultaneously every year of a grown man beneath a young face, the balance is far less grating here than it was--and will be again--in a place where he knows what part of him to hide.

Tonight he bears the mantle of both kinds of pride--that of someone who is once and always a boy who walked through the wardrobe and maybe someday again a man who thinks he will make a difference, not necessarily by virtue of crown, but by the self same thing he managed in Narnia: everything else. Dressed in a shade of blue Serena picked out for him before her departure--something he noticed but did not comment on--and slacks because jeans are still a little bizarre to him, even out in the courtyard he does not wear a coat. Maybe he is warm with the event, the proximity of family and some friends both old and new and potential. It is fanciful, this thought, and not very much like him at all, but there seems to be no other explanation at present.

Looking around at people enjoying themselves does actually bring him a sense of joy too, that notion that it is possible to grab at happiness nearly anywhere, and not least of all here. He is proud of where they have decided to stake their new claim, proud of all the work they managed and that others helped to facilitate. There is no reason people should not take part in the result. All the better for it, in fact.

He didn't think he would ever have more than one home, much less two, but it ends up that he finds himself thinking he's managed to settle into three.

the danger and the power, friend and the foe

[adamantined]

She's always glad for a bit of privacy, some far corner off in a far room where she can take off her shoes and scratch at her legs, itchy from brushing other people's legs, the fabric of their pants harsh and cold against her skin. Even if nothing ever necessarily hurts, things can always feel uncomfortable, though Claire knows that's her own inability to function anywhere near normal these days. Despite the fact that she's content, that her life has reached a strange plateau at home - Sylar dead, the government operative ordeal disbanded, being on good terms with both of her fathers, and, maybe, finally knowing who she is in spite of things, in spite of herself - Claire still isn't necessarily sure sometimes where she fits in. Though she feels more comfortable in a place like this, this City with its people, there are times that she needs to get away and regroup, collect her thoughts, check that her smile is still as in place as her mascara and the sinking line of her dress, and then rejoin the throng.

Claire knows nothing is ever that simple, just as she knows that Sylar's death and his subsequent attitude and disposition here, now, in the City, can't be that simple, but like so many things when she's here, Claire puts them all on pause, letting herself live for a little while before she has to go back to the real world and die with the rest of the people that she loves, watch them crumble away to ash and dirt and fire just as she'd watched Sylar do. It's not something that she's thought about recently, not since she got back to the City at least, and it's not something that she'll think about now, slipping her high heels off of her feet so that she can pad quietly across the floor without knocking into people or losing her balance over expensive things that don't belong to her. She pokes her head into a room just down the hall she's just crossed into, nearly naked with its lack of guests and bright flooring, and the first person that she spots is Peter.

It's been a while since it's only been the two of them, and as always Claire isn't necessarily sure of how she's meant to approach him, so she just approaches him, high heels swinging from her fingers and a typical Claire smile on her face. "Hey," she says, softer than she greeted any of the others, because she always gets the distinct impression that Peter is the type of person who could hear a whisper over a crowd

quiet but i'm sure there is something here

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Distractions are what Ginny Weasley needs, though as the weeks pass since the sudden departures of those from her world, she is slowly growing used to the feeling of being alone in the wizarding sense of the word. So she threw herself into things she knew would take her out of the cabin and keep the cabin out of her mind; and what better than the project of fixing up this house (though the redhead would call it something just short of a castle, to be honest)? She'd been both pleased and disappointed when the task had come to an end, had enjoyed it and the company that came along with it, knew that it being finished meant trying to find something else to do.

But Claire had come along and that certainly helped a lot. And now Ginny is here, seeing the dressed up and beautiful results of months of work on the part of all involved, and she can't be any happier. Moving houses really does mean opening a new chapter in one's life, starting something new, and it seems like ever since Ginny had moved into the City proper, she's been enjoying herself and happy, without even forcing herself to try. Of course she hasn't forgotten what she's left behind and what she's been left behind for, but that doesn't mean she can't take some time to breathe, to see friends in the City, to attend a holiday party.

She knows people here, but she seeks out Peter Pevensie in particular because he is a good, close friend of hers in the best way possible, and she would like to congratulate him on the successful move and give him a hug, at that. Ginny peers around, but can't quite locate the High King so perhaps he is outside? The young witch slips out of the crowd and onto the balcony, not bothering to grab her coat as it's just a quick look, but she shivers with the crisp winter air hits her bare shoulders and arms, wind stirring the dark blue chiffon around her legs.

No luck, she decides, and quickly ducks back in, shaking the goosebumps from her arms as she looks around with a bit of a frown.