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.]

Comments

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Dude! Are you okay?" Here was another person to hand ice cream to!

[voiceoverdue]

"Kenzi!" Could Kenzi catch? Because she was getting a Cecil thrown at her.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Cecil!" Yay, hugging! Yay, Cecil! Also, careful with that ice cream there. "I got pix of you as a barker, dude."

[voiceoverdue]

Cecil hugged her back hard. Best ex-wife ever! He wrinkled his nose. "My tie was awful."

What? He had priorities. It wasn't like anybody could see him luring people to their deaths in a photo, but they could see adult him in that awful tie.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"I know, but you still were in the idiom," Kenzi reassured him. "So it was working for you, I promise."

[voiceoverdue]

Cecil shrugged. "If you say so. I'm so glad you weren't there before!" He hugged her a bit tighter. At least he hadn't lured anyone he really liked to their deaths while he'd been possessed and evil.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Me too, jeez." Kenzi hugged him harder again. "I don't wanna think about what kind of evil carnival worker I'd make. Maybe even creepier than the creepy fortune-teller. Who is such a liar."

[voiceoverdue]

"I didn't meet her," Cecil said. "Raven and I sort of headed straight for the carousel." He really hoped she was okay, but he didn't think he was in a good enough frame of mind to find her just yet.

Or to do much of anything but hug and drink, honestly.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"We'll have to track her down later, get her some ice cream too," Kenzi vowed. "Yeesh. Carousels are not supposed to be deadly." She frowned. "You need teeny bottles of booze too."

[voiceoverdue]

Cecil nodded at the first part, then giggled. "I have big bottles!" He tugged her back to the couch where he'd been totally cuddled up against sitting next to Jono, drinking a mix of tequila and elderflower liqueur. "I'm getting drunk for Jono, too," he explained.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Oh, cool, can I get drunk for him too?" Kenzi asked, sitting down on the coffee table. Hannibal was so going to yell about that. "You need Carlos time. He should come visit... when there's no carinvals in town."

[voiceoverdue]

"No more carnivals!" Cecil agreed. "I'm calling him tonight," he decided. "And I think everybody should get drunk for Jono!"