Hannibal's house (which he and Jono are glad to be back to), Sunday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

After the last few hectic days, Hannibal slept in (and made sure Jono did his best to do the same), then took the time to make himself a proper, involved breakfast. Grapefruit, crepes, thick-cut bacon, and his best coffee.

And strawberries. Because Jono hadn't had a wonderful weekend, either.

He was going to take his time just to enjoy everything in quiet now for a while.


[OOC: Open post! Feel free to drop by for breakfast or afterward!]

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[furnaceface]

//Works for me if it works for you,// Jono decided. //The lighting is better in there, though my flame might obscure things a bit. It usually does.//

His biology liked to make things difficult.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I'll have to work by feel as much as sight." It was a trade-off - at least Jono had few internal organs for Hannibal to worry about.

[furnaceface]

//On the plus side, you aren't terribly likely to make things worse in there.//

It wasn't like Hannibal was operating with a sledgehammer, after all.

//Whatever it takes to get those ribs set. I'll even behave myself and take it easy for a while as they heal.//

... It would be difficult, mind.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Don't make promises you can't keep, although I appreciate the thought." Hannibal cleaned up as he spoke. "I'll try to keep you busy with things that won't tax you physically."

They did, after all, still have plenty of wedding to plan.

[furnaceface]

Jono actually shifted his weight a bit in order to turn (slightly) to look Hannibal's way, at that.

//... I'm going to regret saying this, aren't I?//

Look, they'd met. Jono was going to marry the man, he had to know by now when he'd gone and stepped in it.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smirked. "If I recall, you said you were looking forward to helping to plan things."

[furnaceface]

... Dammit!

//Well, yes, I did say that. And I am! I'm looking forward to all of that.// But? //But I never said I was any good at it.//

There was that.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled. He finished up, then came back and ran a hand through Jono's hair. "All you need to be good at is giving me your opinion. Promise."

[furnaceface]

//I... I guess I never do have a problem sharing that, Jono allowed, leaning his head into Hannibal's touch. //I have all kinds of opinions, after all.//

And he was often quite outspoken about them, too.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I had noticed." Hannibal grinned. "We can start with rings and invitations." He held his hand out for Jono. "Once you're properly back on your feet."

[furnaceface]

Jono hesitated a moment, mostly just bracing himself a little before reaching to take the offered hand.

//Rings and invitations,// he agreed. //At this point, picking a date ought to be the easy part. The venue isn't an issue, after all.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"For which we're very lucky." He hauled Jono up gently. "Although we do still need to find an officiant."

[furnaceface]

//... Shite. That's still a thing we need?//

Jono hadn't thought that far ahead. Of course he hadn't.

//I suppose we could... ah... who on the island is even qualified to do that sort of thing?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Are there any heads of state still currently here?" Hannibal asked. "Apart from that...I wouldn't be surprised if your friend John were a mail-order priest of some order," he seemed the type, "but I would prefer to have someone more likely to be sober."

[furnaceface]

//I'm certain if I asked nicely, John would lay off the drink until the reception,// Jono protested, though lightly. //Or at least stick to lighter fare. Not sure, otherwise. Only royalty I know about offhand are students, and I'd really rather not have a student officiate.//

It'd just be weird, okay?

[sharp_as_knives]

"No, I'd prefer an adult," Hannibal agreed. "Are there any priests or such that you recall being on the island that might be willing to come back for a weekend?"

He led the way upstairs, stopping for his medical kit on the way.

[furnaceface]

//Priests or such...// Jono squinted a little as he followed Hannibal up the stairs. //I know sorcerers, businessmen, and the anthropomorphic embodiment of Death - no, we aren't asking Didi to officiate - and I'm fairly certain the crew over at Luke's has experience wearing more hats than even they can readily recall. I fell out of touch with a mermaid princess, my big sibling when I was a student was a Jedi, and much as I love Karla, I'm not completely certain I'd survive whatever she's interpreted an Earth wedding ceremony to be. We've both seen her efforts at Christmas.//

He started ticking off on his fingers, next.

//Alice's weddings would likely not make any sense, Rinoa, as Sorceress, might be willing, but there's a good chance they're running her ragged these days, Cable was mayor but hell if I know how to get in touch with him, I've known several Kurts, at least one of them was an ordained priest, but I lost touch with the one I actually got along with and I think the one from my world is dead, and I'm sure the island has been home to a whole heavenly chorus of angels at one point or another, but I never really knew any of them.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal shook his head. "We've got to find somebody. Perhaps there's someone from your world or one like it - someone familiar with similar oddities but not hostile to them."

He checked the hallway for cats before going into the studio and turning on all the lights.

[furnaceface]

A few seconds later, and Jono was shuffling in after Hannibal, pausing in the doorway to regain his bearings.

Stairs were hard, dammit.

//I don't even know who currently runs the trooper station. And I can't imagine Tamsin having any interest in our wedding. Someone from my world might work. I don't know if the Avengers are on good terms with people who wear the X these days or not... Ororo might count...//

Was she still with T'Challa? Jono always liked Ororo. She tended to be one of the more sensible of the group.

[sharp_as_knives]

"If you could ask, I would appreciate it." Hannibal set his things down and set about preparing. "Meanwhile, I'll research other worlds we might be able to use."

[furnaceface]

//That would be excellent,// Jono replied, making his way further into the room before gingerly taking a seat. //I'm sure there's somebody out there who manages to fit the two simple criteria of 'not dead' and 'not a bigot.' They're fairly simple qualifiers. And the first isn't even necessarily a dealbreaker.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled. "Unique problems and unique solutions." He cleaned off the largest table in the room and wiped it down. Jono's nature being what it was, sterile wasn't as much of a concern, but they might as well take sensible precautions anyway.

"Up." He patted it and offered Jono his arm.

[furnaceface]

Whelp. Up he was going, then, reaching to take Hannibal's offered arm and pulling himself up from his seat and then up onto the table in question.

//Oof.//

Yeah, it was at least a little bit oof.

//No butlers at the wedding. Unless for some reason Dinah insists on bringing Alfred. Alfred is fine.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal took a moment to remember who Alfred was, then nodded. "But no others."

He reached for Jono's wrappings. "Let me know if you need anything as we go; otherwise, I'll save the painkillers for the surgery."

[furnaceface]

Jono didn't nod so much as he just sort of bowed his head in agreement. He certainly wasn't going to be doing much in the way of unwrapping at the moment.

//Works for me,// he replied. //No sense in using them up now, before we even know what this is going to take.//

There were some funky shapes going on, down his back where the breaks had happened. He was pretty sure that was going to hurt like a motherfuck.