sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal was enjoying the weekend so far; Angela was always a treat, and their new child, Samar, was interesting as well. And he always enjoyed meeting other people's potential children as well; Helena was amusing, and he was looking forward to seeing her with Karla and Leto.

For now, he was doing one of the things he did best - cooking for everybody, with Angela as sous chef. He'd sent another text reminding everybody that his kitchen was open, and set about making plenty of food and coffee.

[Open post! Breakfast for everyone!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
There being a decent chance of extra guests this weekend, Hannibal had been preparing food all week. So, when Jono informed him that yes, there were indeed extra mouths on the island, he had brunch well in hand.

There were crepes, sausage, bacon, blood pudding, waffles, and yes, Jono, pancakes.

Also quite a bit of coffee.

And he'd sent out a text to everybody he knew, letting them know that food and support were available.

[OOC: Open post! Come along and bring the kids! Or try to avoid them; we don't judge!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal had gotten a tax rebate.

In a currency he had no idea the origin of.

So, he was spending quite a bit of time on the phone to the bank today, trying to figure it out.

Apart from Would it be worth it to attempt his own wine, when he could get perfectly decent vintages from so many other worlds? Perhaps a cider or something. Or he could work on some vinegars. He needed a project.

[Open post!]

[ETA WARNING: Sparkle's thread includes description of child/domestic abuse.]
sharp_as_knives: (blue)
Now that he could get things done without singing about it all, Hannibal was spending the day in budgeting, curing meat, starting more beer, and assorted other prep work. He would also have to find something appropriate for the fruit Hera had brought yesterday. And possibly send Kanan for some more sorts, if he was still amenable to playing courier.

And he really needed to find some activities for Jono to take part in. Preferably that he wouldn't return from with any more holes.

[Open post!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal had definitely figured out it was one of those days. He wasn't exactly the type to break into song about his ingredients otherwise. He was hardly going to let a little singing get in the way of a dinner party, though; he'd been planning and cooking, and after all, there was only so much singing they could do while they were actually eating.

He hoped Kanan and his friend weren't the type to sing with their mouths full, anyway.

[OOC: Expecting a few, but open if you like!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal had been planning on his own meal, but that had been assuming that Jono would be out of the house.

He frowned slightly and checked the clock. "Weren't you going to open the Boards today?"

[OOC: For the other who lives here, and the particulars of their discussion are SO NFB!]
sharp_as_knives: (blue)
Hannibal smoothed down his lapels - burgundy with a lighter pinstripe - and tweaked his gold tie and pocket square into position.

"Well?" he asked with a smirk.Read more... )

[Preplayed with the awesome [ profile] furnaceface! NFB once they're in London, due to distance.]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal was aware they were going to have to speak about this weekend, but he'd learned to let Jono come to these things in his own time. So, for now he was sipping coffee and reading a book in the study.

Cut for length and discussion of canon )

[The parts in Hannibal's head is NFB, obviously, but that they had a Serious Discussion is open.]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
So, because Hannibal loved being nosy people-watching like a train wreck helping people through their traumas (and a good excuse to cook), he'd decided on a dinner party for tonight. He'd even put up signs.

And then he'd cooked. A lot.

There were crudites, assorted styles of bruschetta, several different meats (all of them non-sentient), a number of desserts, and numerous bottles of wine, beer, and liquor.

And if fewer people showed up than he hoped, it just meant some homeless shelter would eat very well.

There were also darts, billiards, and a card table downstairs, and if people wanted to start their own games, well..."Never had I Ever" would probably get Hannibal very drunk, but that was neither here nor there.

[Open post! Come and party your dead-people's trauma away!]
sharp_as_knives: (blue)
Abigail around meant a lot of things, but one of them was cooking breakfast for more than just himself. She rolled her eyes and grinned at his showmanship, and Hannibal smiled back and realized he truly was a little sorry to have missed out on more of this.

Even if breakfast itself consisted of her throwing insults at his husband across the table.

Cut for insults and length )

[OOC: Preplayed with the lovely [ profile] furnaceface!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
The knock came later than most would be visiting, but this being Fandom, it would hardly be the strangest thing.

When Hannibal opened the door, though...

He blinked.

Abigail smirked. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Hannibal rallied. "I'm surprised you didn't find a window to climb in."

"Didn't look." She shrugged. "It's winter; figured they'd be closed up tight."

The silence was slightly awkward, and it was Abigail that broke it again, though she sounded a bit less certain now. "So...can I come in? Kind of a waste of a visit otherwise."

Hannibal stepped back and waved her in, the pieces clicking into place. "It's that whim of the island's, then." He should have guessed, but it wasn't the first time he'd dreamed of Abigail. He closed the door behind her and took her hand. "It is good to see you."

Abigail let him pull her a bit closer, but she scowled. "Whose fault is it you can't?" She tucked her head into his shoulder and held on.

Hannibal sighed and kissed the top of her head. "Entirely mine, my dear. So, the weekend, then? Where shall we start?"
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal and Jono had returned from their honeymoon in time for Christmas Eve, but where most people might have taken a few days to relax, Hannibal was taking the opportunity to cook.

Sparkle had been invited, along with their collective students, and they'd asked that word be passed to anyone who might still be on the island and needing or wanting to spend the holiday with others.

There were eggnog, coffee, lamb, quail, copious roasted vegetables, and desserts in the oven. The fireplaces were lit, and the smells of pine, spices, and roasting meats were everywhere.

Christmas was ready!

[OOC: EVERYONE IS INVITED! If you're around, feel free to drop in. SP is the name of the game, I expect.]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
They had gotten (finally! officially!) married on Friday, but the precise portal they needed, due to the nature of it, could not be scheduled until Sunday, despite even Hannibal's best persuasion. Well, at least they had time to pack.

Which was made somewhat more difficult when all of your shirts had become hideous holiday sweaters. Hannibal was wearing one, and packing some of the others based on his memory of what they had been and hopefully would be tomorrow. He was very glad he kept an organized closet.

"Don't worry about all-weather gear," he told Jono, "just what you would normally wear in Spring or Autumn here, and a jacket for layering in case it's chilly."

[Expecting the one!]
sharp_as_knives: (blue)
Jono had been handling the latest of the island's whims fairly well, but it was obvious that he'd needed a bit of time regardless. Not that Hannibal minded the massages and the food-sharing.

Eventually, however, they were going to have to discuss the yet another wedding plan, this one as minimalist as possible, that had gotten, to use his (still) fiancé's parlance, totally buggered.

And as Jono had made it to class Wednesday, Hannibal thought that the time might be now.
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Anyone who thought Hannibal wasn't going to celebrate things being back to normal by bathing, getting a manicure, dressing his best, playing the harpsichord, and then cooking just about everything in the pantry really didn't know him.

Of course, all that food needed an audience, didn't it?

So, flyers were going up all day long (courtesy of NPCs other people):

Come eat, drink, and relax while the world's not ending!
22 Phoenix Place, tonight

Because some others might want to talk or just be together and reassure themselves things were better.

And some people coped by cooking.

[Open post! No OCD. Moddable food, but tons of it, along with plenty to drink for those that need it after last week.]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal woke early in the morning; his nose was the first to tell him there was something wrong.

As he stretched out the kinks of sleeping on the couch and looked around, the rest became apparent - the living room he was in was still his own, but...dingier. There were scratches on one wall and gouges out of another as if something heavy had hit it repeatedly. Several pieces of furniture were missing. He flicked on the lamp, but got nothing - nor, he realized, could he hear the hum of the fan circulating heat. No power, then. Possibly no gas.

He found Jono and padded over to him, avoiding waking the children that might still be asleep. What happened? he asked, putting a hand on his back.

[Open to anyone who stayed or who wants to find their way there!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
With all the extra guests in the house this weekend, it was a good thing they had so many bedrooms. And this morning, most of them would undoubtedly be taken up by disgruntled and/or embarrassed teens and adults. There was only one thing to do for it, really.

Make breakfast again.

Fortunately, Hannibal tended not to sleep much.

[Open to anyone who wants to say they stayed over, and anyone who wants to drop by!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
There were small children around, some of whom Hannibal was fairly invested in, and so there was a large breakfast being made.

And the windows and back door were open despite the chill, the smell of bacon and crepes and waffles calculated to attract any stragglers who might need it. Adults or children, either - there were mimosas and coffee available, too.

Hannibal had a bit of light Classical music playing, and was humming as he worked.

[OOC: Open post!]
sharp_as_knives: (blue)
Sent to friends of Hannibal and Jono:

wedding invitations )

Sent to pretty much everybody (except Anakin Skywalker):

Halloween party invitations )

[OOC: There will be a wedding! It won't be happening. Then there will be a Halloween party! It will be good - everybody's invited!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal had gotten up early that morning and skipped his morning run in favor of heading directly to the Boards. He still wasn't entirely convinced that the cleanup should be his job, but he did have the expertise for it, and he wanted Jono happy, so he'd been willing to make the compromise. Today was the last of it.

Which didn't mean he actually enjoyed it all. He'd already swept up bits of vases and ribbons, candles and dead flowers, and set the broken chairs to one side; today he had left for cleaning up the blood stains from the floor and the side of the stage. By the time he'd finished enough to call and schedule the carpenter and contractor for the rest, he was sweaty, slightly sore, and more than a little annoyed.

A shower took care of some of that. The rest, he fully intended to take out on Jono.

[OOC: For the one mentioned, expected to go NSFW, and standard warnings for what these guys do not really being remotely safe or sane for anybody but them. (But it is completely consensual.)]


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