Jono and Hannibal's wedding, the Ritz-Carlton, Jono's Westchester, Sunday

[sharp_as_knives]

Despite the last-minute change of venue - when they'd finally found a date that worked, the contractors had run into snags at the Boards, and they'd ended up in Jono's world, at a banquet hall in Westchester that it had taken all of Hannibal's persuasion and Jono's reputation to get them - they were set up beautifully. The place was wood-panelled, and decorated in rich fabrics of black and light grey offset by twists of saffron and dark yellow roses. Candles (electronic ones) flickered at the ends of each row of seats that had been set up.

The dining room had been set up in the same colors as the main hall – silver-grey tablecloths with black and saffron plaid cloth napkins, china edged in the same colors, and black vases with flame-like saffron-colored flowers rising up from them.

Look, Hannibal had been forbidden from cooking for his own wedding; nobody had said a thing about decorating!

The tables had all been laid out with prominent place-cards at them, to let people know where they ought to sit. Not that anybody was enforcing it, but if Logan and Karla ended up at the same table, it would be no-one's fault but their own.

Eliot	Eliot had prepared plenty of appetizers for people to snack on while they gathered, found their seats, and made small talk with their tablemates. There were mini asparagus and gruyere tarts, tiny yorkshire puddings, and lavender and earl grey scones. For dinner, guests had three options: Honey-soy broiled salmon, spring lamb with a cranberry, tomato, and thyme crust, or vegetarian shepherds pie, all served with smashed peas and roasted sweet potato wedges with saffron aioli. Because you didn't have a theme like "saffron" without it showing up in the meal somewhere. The wedges were served wrapped in a cone of edible rice-paper newsprint, ala classic British street food, complete with traditional wooden chip forks. Eliot had even shelled out to have a J and an H inscribed on each fork. Despite pleading "not a baker" when Hannibal asked about the cake, he still prepared – or arranged to be prepared, in the case of the first one – a few extra treats for dessert as well: a traditional Lithuanian šakotis and some cream-stuffed strawberries Sophie insisted were must haves for a proper British wedding – especially one that fell right in the middle of strawberry season. Over all, he was pleased with the results. He hadn't even had to use his appetizers to fight off a vicious contract killer with a grudge, this time. He just hoped that everyone enjoyed eating it as much as he'd enjoyed making it.
Hannibal	Fortunately, the vicious killers were the ones getting married, this time. And neither of them had a grudge against Eliot. Which didn't mean Hannibal wasn't going to wander through and smell everything ahead of time. And give those forks and newsprint a side-eye. Such a side-eye.
Eliot	That expression was entirely unsurprising to Eliot. "They're traditional, man, trust me. Jono's gonna get a kick out of 'em."
Hannibal	Hannibal sighed. "I'm certain he will." And since Jono couldn't actually eat the food, he might as well get his kicks from looking at it. He shook his head and chuckled, then held his hand out to Eliot. "It all looks and smells wonderful; thank you."

[OOC: It's their wedding day! Free to attend for anybody who thinks they might have gotten an invitation, or even those who might not have.The more, the merrier! Portalocity will make it easy for you, since they're hell-bent on making Hannibal happy. There will be hijinks within, naturally. We couldn't resist. Preplayed with the lovely and wonderful furnaceface, vdistinctive, atreideslioness, and that_oldsaying!]

Arrivals | Hannibal's dressing room | Jono's dressing room | The ceremony | BUT THEN! | Aftermath | OOC

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Re: Aftermath

[furnaceface]

//They murdered a mutant boy's parents in front of him,// Jono replied, leaning backwards, then, until his head bonked against what was left of another wall. //And were going to kill him as well, figuring that all mutants everywhere were somehow responsible for their own idiotic failures. I intervened, saved the boy, and... I figured they'd been bought to justice. I suppose justice is relative, where mutant killers are involved.//

Re: Aftermath

[sharp_as_knives]

"If you care enough to keep an eye on them from this point forward," Hannibal said, "I find their behavior extremely rude."

They had ruined their wedding!

Re: Aftermath

[furnaceface]

//Oh, they are,// Jono agreed, tiredly. //They're very rude.//

Using a definition they could both agree on, more or less.

Re: Aftermath

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded. That settled the matter, as far as he was concerned.

Not that he would be taking any food from them; who knew what was in it? But sometimes you had to kill people for the principle of it.

He toasted Jono with his glass and took another long sip.

Re: Aftermath

[furnaceface]

And Jono just gave another little nod, and then lifted his hands to scrub at his face in exhaustion.

Today was not supposed to go like this.

Re: Aftermath

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal ran his hand through Jono's hair and kissed the top of his head. "We will have our day. It simply won't be today."

He took another sip of brandy, and his lips quirked. "I believe there may still be some cake, although you will have to pry it from Logan."

Literally.

Re: Aftermath

[furnaceface]

//... I think I'll pass,// Jono decided, slanting a quick glance at Hannibal. //But be my guest, if you had your heart set on it.//

There was a pause, and then Jono added, //I hope Doop got that one on film.//

Re: Aftermath

[sharp_as_knives]

"I'll wait to eat cake at our actual wedding. Which should at least be able to be held at The Boards," Hannibal said.

"And if he did, I'll see we get a print."

Re: Aftermath

[furnaceface]

//We'll have better luck at the Boards,// Jono agreed, nodding his head a little. He didn't look utterly convinced, but it had been a long day. //Highlight of the afternoon, right there.//

Re: Aftermath

[sharp_as_knives]

"It wasn't a complete loss, then." Hannibal lifted his glass. Then refilled it. "There are also still the contents of the bar."

Re: Aftermath

[furnaceface]

Jono was looking at you, Hannibal.

And then at the bar.

And then he was making grabby hands in that direction.

Re: Aftermath

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled and drank a bit more brandy. "Do you have a preference?"

Re: Aftermath

[furnaceface]

//Lager,// Jono admitted, in a sort of sulky mumble. //Today was absolutely an occasion for lager.//

So was every other day, if you asked Jono. But still.

Re: Aftermath

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled and patted Jono's leg before extricating himself and going back to the bar. The taps had been a little bent, but he found one chipped-but-unbroken pitcher and pulled enough of something called Yuengling to fill it.

He toasted Jono with the pitcher as he came back over and sat carefully down. "I trust this is acceptable?"

Re: Aftermath

[furnaceface]

//Oh god yes,// Jono replied, even before looking up at the pitcher. It was something that professed to be lager? Good enough for him. //If it isn't to your tastes, that's fine too, I understand. It's just sort of... you know. Comfort drink.//

From anybody who hadn't just had their wedding crashed by genocidal lunatics, that would've probably sounded like a problem, Jon.

Re: Aftermath

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal filled his glass with the lager, not bothering to wipe out the brandy first. Even he wasn't standing on much ceremony right now.

"It wouldn't be my first choice, but," he took a sip and shrugged, "it isn't too bad. We can switch between this and the brandy."

If they weren't going to be married, they were going to be very, very drunk.

Re: Aftermath

[furnaceface]

And at that, Jono just gave a relieved little burst of psionic thanks and carefully wrapped himself around Hannibal again. The wedding was ruined, he was sore all over, he was going to have to fish bullets out of his gaping chest cavity because he didn't much care for any of the other ways his body had of disposing them, and he couldn't even do any of the drinking himself.

Hannibal's plan suited Jonothon just fine.

Re: Aftermath

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal settled his arm around Jono again, looking out over the disaster that had been their wedding. "I saw you with Karla; were you hurt very much?"

Re: Aftermath

[furnaceface]

//Most of the bullets vanished into this mess,// Jono sighed, waving a hand vaguely at his flames. //But a few did actually find meat. A couple in the back, one took a nice piece out of my cheek...//

He really needed all the cheek he could get, thanks.

Re: Aftermath

[sharp_as_knives]

"Will you need any more help with them tonight?" Hannibal asked. Since they didn't seem to have other plans.

Re: Aftermath

[furnaceface]

//Karla's an excellent Healer, but... I wouldn't say no.//

More for the reassuring intimacy than because he really needed a checkup at this point, though. He figured Hannibal wouldn't mind.

Re: Aftermath

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal never minded having his hands upon Jono. And he could help dig out those bullets from Jono's insides that it might be too personal for Karla to help with.

He nodded. "When we're home, then." He took a long drink of the lager.

Re: Aftermath

[furnaceface]

//When we're home,// Jono agreed, and then snuggled in and closed his eyes and just let himself sort of be lost for a moment in the contact and the taste and the pretending half the room wasn't still encased in ice.

Re: Aftermath

[sharp_as_knives]

Between Rufus, Storm, Bobby, and Bobby, there was plenty of ice.

Hannibal leaned into Jono in turn, finished the beer, and went back to the brandy. "It was a lovely wedding before the interruption," he murmured.

Re: Aftermath

[furnaceface]

//Wouldn't mind doing that bit over,// Jono admitted, nodding a little. //Could do with a bit of a script re-write after Ghanima started asking the 'do you' parts, though.//

Less anti-mutant slurs and attempted murder, for example.