Hannibal's House: After-BDE Trauma Party

[sharp_as_knives]

Yet another island oddity had come and gone, and yet again it seemed to have taken a mental and physical toll on several people Hannibal rather liked. So tonight he was cooking comfort foods and low-snobbery (but still gourmet) snacks, tea, and hot chocolate, and his bar was very well stocked.

He'd talked to the other researchers and sent messages to his friends welcoming them to join him if they wanted (except for Jono's, which had been more of a politely worded demand for his presence), but the lights in the house were on and the door was open, if anyone else felt they needed company.

Or just to sit in the corner and cry. Hannibal wouldn't judge. He might take notes, though.

There was food:
Mini grilled-cheese sandwiches (artisan cheese, home-baked bread, probably some with moddable! things like capers or veggies or ham)
Tiny meat pies
Roasted potatoes with salt and rosemary
French fries which tried for greasy and didn't quite have the heart to make it, sorry Jono!
Tiny pies of moddable fruit
Ice cream of several flavors (lavender and honey! vanilla bean! dark chocolate! moddable!)
Chocolate truffles of various moddable! flavors
Other assorted moddable, go to town! things

And drink - if it's a high-end liquor, it's here. Also home-brewed people beer and good wine, both dry and sweet.

[OOC: Open post is open! NM; just put it all here, no OCD.]

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[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Hey, dude." Kenzi had headed over to Hannibal's as soon as it looked like it was all over. "How're you doing?"

[myownface]

"I fell from the top of a ferris wheel and died," Sparkle mumbled into his ice cream. "And then killed Kathy. I'm doing great."

Okay, so he wasn't aware that he'd only mostly killed Kathy. Still.

"You?"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"I didn't get to go to the fair. Stomach flu." Kenzi eased down next to him. "So, would another hug help? 'Cause I totally want to give you one."

[myownface]

"I can handle hugs. If there's any leftover fucked-up in my system, that'll do me wonders, right?" Sparkle sighed and leaned sideways a little, toward her. "Everything sucks."

Everything. All the things.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

SMISH! SQUISH! And a very hard hug. "It does. Any time you die on the island, you get two weeks off at least to come back from it." More hugging. "General you. Not just you. But it sucks when it happens to Sparkle-you more."

[myownface]

"My two weeks off are going to be spent at least partly in Canada, trying to act fucking sane for Lewis so that I don't get sent to see some sort of mainland shrink who doesn't comprehend 'yeah, I keep dying and it's starting to fuck me up,'" Sparkle mumbled, clinging tight to Kenzi. "And then he'll send me back here, because of course he will, this place is apparently good for me somehow, and maybe I'll die a few more times before I gradate."

See, he had his future all figured out already!

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Awww, dude. Look, just..." Kenzi sighed. "Tell him some bad stuff happened, and normal for you for the next bit is gonna be down. With some nightmares. You shouldn't have to fake shiny-okay when you feel like this." She bit her lip, looking sad. "Maybe we could build you a bunker, or something."

[myownface]

"Bunker would be too much like that one time in the dungeon," Sparkle decided, and then wrinkled his nose a little as he realized just how awful that phrase was, said in such a matter-of-fact tone. "Anyway, faking shiny-okay is part of what I do. It'll... get that shit I learned in drama camp a bit of a workout. That's not a bad thing."

So, yeah, he was going to cope by faking okay.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Well, if it gets to be too much, call," Kenzi instructed him. "More ice cream? Little teeny bottle of booze?" Another hug.

[myownface]

"Booze ice cream," Sparkle decided, giving a definitive little nod. "The best of both worlds. Comfort food that gets you hammered."

He couldn't possibly fail, with this plan.