Hannibal (and totally not Jono)'s house, inside and out back, Saturday afternoon and evening

[sharp_as_knives]

//You know,// Jono said, thoughtfully looking over the food Hannibal had prepared (and still was preparing) for the party they were throwing today, //I think it's possible that there's something here for everyone on the island?//

Literally. Jono suspected that everybody on the island could show up, each make off with the entirety of one of the dishes, and there would still be leftovers after the party.

"I should hope so." Hannibal put the finishing touches on the last few plates he'd have to bring out to the grill. "I don't want anybody saying they left hungry from a party of mine." Or theirs. Whichever. "How is the music coming along?"

//There is definitely music,// Jono reported. //It's… leaning heavily into swing territory. First thing that came to mind when trying to come up with something that everybody could enjoy.//

"Not a bad thing," Hannibal said, smiling. "Although we might have to indulge in a bit of dancing later."

//Heaven forbid,// Jono teased, winking as he thumbed through his playlist one more time. //We'll see if we can get you away from that grill long enough to manage it, hm?//

Hannibal gave him a look of fond reproof. "I would never be so long cooking that I didn't enjoy my own party." He nodded at the food. "Once this is done, I'll only be turning things on here and there, and perhaps manning the bar."

//Well, then I suppose I ought to go put the shrimp out to coax the flamingos off the lawn,// Jono decided. //It's almost that time, anyway.//

"If you can keep them to the side," Hannibal suggested, "they'll be out of the way of anyone coming up from the front as well. Hopefully once everybody is back here, they won't be disturbing them."

How well would that work out? Only time would tell.



[OOC: Open post! Come to the party!]

Comments

Re: After dinner!

[bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com]

Drac made a face at that. He knew all to well what it was like to be hated and feared... Actually the feared part was kind of okay. At least until they brought out the torches.

"Or you can do what we did and hide forever. It works pretty well, too."

Re: After dinner!

[furnaceface]

//... Some of us tried that. It... er... didn't work out so well.//

The Morlocks tended to have pretty nasty luck, that way.

And then there was Genosha.

Re: After dinner!

[bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com]

"Well, it helps to actually be believed a myth."

And to not go around proclaiming you were the next step in evolution...

Re: After dinner!

[furnaceface]

//Which would've been quite the feat back when there were tens of millions of us,// Jono observed. //These days, we might as well just play extinct, instead.//

Hundreds. If the government cared enough to do anything about it, mutants ought to have gone on some sort of endangered species list.

Re: After dinner!

[bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com]

"That really doesn't sound like the kind of place you could become a superhero."

Re: After dinner!

[furnaceface]

//And yet,// Jono replied, maaaybe a little dryly, //I've been there, and done that. At one point even back when I didn't have any powers. I don't believe in playing to odds, I suppose.//