Gourmet suite at the Arms Hotel, Sunday

[sharp_as_knives]

This was the most crowded Hannibal could recall being in quite some time. There were several children in the master bedroom, one of whom was apparently his, her other father in another bed in his room (yes, thank you, Angela, but they were not a couple here, and you could stop looking at them like that), and Jono's friends on the pull-out couch in the living room.

On the bright side, it was a built-in audience for breakfast. So Hannibal was brewing some excellent coffee while he worked as quietly as possible at cinnamon polenta pancakes, sweet potato & pork belly hash, rosemary grapefruit, thick-cut bacon, and toast from some very good, dense bread he had.

And mimosas for the adults. He had a feeling they still might need a drink.


[OOC: open to those who stayed the night and anyone with a need to drop by!]

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[furnaceface]

As if Jono had actually managed to get much in the way of sleep last night, anyway. He might as well have been back in his apartment on the floor. So he didn't actually look even remotely well rested when he made his way into the kitchen area, but then, that was Jono on any given morning.

//I have to admit, this was a much better plan than trying to haul enough mattresses over from the Boards.//

Which he'd been thinking about doing. He really hadn't been expecting more than Rinoa and Squall, and then, suddenly, everyone ever had arrived.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal paused long enough in cooking to give him a look. "Just because children are resilient doesn't mean they shouldn't have beds. And you do still have a back, which is likely not thanking you for nights on the floor." He shook his head and stirred the hash.

"You do have friends, or you could have phoned movers. So, were you attempting to punish yourself, or having second thoughts about the move?"

It was possible Jono needed a metaphoric smack upside the head. Or that Hannibal needed more coffee. Or both.

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

And there was a sleepy Kathe, wandering over to hug Jono's leg.

"Want up," she mumbled into his knee.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Uncle Jommo!" Kayla said, fluttering at him. "Nommy is big and won't stop it and I'm hungry and--" she paused, backwinging in place and giving the little girl in his arms a dirty look. "Who's that?"

[glacial_queen]

Karla hadn't seen Jono since the unicorn massacre, which meant that he was getting the appropriate greeting.

"How come we never had children?" she demanded, poking him sharply in the arm. "We're close! We're attractive! How is there not a single future where we hook up?"

She sniffed. It was almost certainly his fault.

[borrowedchance.livejournal.com]

Kathe was rumpled, her hair a mess, and sleepily rubbing her eyes when she wandered into the kitchen.

"Lots of people," she announced. "Hi! Are they all family?"

She couldn't remember having gotten to the hotel, since she'd fallen asleep before everyone had left Groovy Tunes. But Dad was around, so she wasn't upset.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Good morning, Miss Kathe," Hannibal said with a smile. "I'm Angela's father, Hannibal. Do you remember me?" She'd been rather sleepy when they'd met yesterday.

[glacial_queen]

Karla squatted down to be more of a height with the little and adorable darling. "I think everyone who's here is family," she said. "In one way or another. Hi, darling, do I know you?"

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"I'm hungry," Kayla announced as she entered the room--sauntering through the closed door. "Something smells tasty can I have some?" She put on her most pathetic expression and looked around at whatever adults were in the room. Surely, someone would feed her. "Nommy tried to cook us breakfast but then the mikerwave made a whoomping noise and then there was smoke and a bright light and he said that we weren't supposed tell, but I'm telling because he is dumb!"

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal blinked at the little girl, then at Jono. "Another of yours?"

He turned back to the girl. "Of course you may, but it's not done yet, Miss...?"

[collinommy.livejournal.com]

"Kayla!" And now her big brother was also coming through the door, with another, smaller boy trailing along behind. "Kayla, you know the rules about just walking into other people's rooms without knocking. It's rude."

Said the boy who had also done exactly that. Please ignore that? He ruffled his wings a little, and then looked up.

"Sorry, she gets kind of... we were going to go downstairs? For food down there."

[angelo_wings]

The sounds of kids and smells of breakfast really weren't conducive to sleeping in. At least Rinoa was better than she used to be about being awoken abruptly.

And it was probably for the best that she shuffle off the pull-out before Pluma surfaced and wondered why Mommy was curled up with that Squall character. Really not a conversation she was looking forward to.

So she swept her hair out of her eyes and somehow, managed to stand up. And now, to brave the kitchen. There was food there. Maybe some of it was even for her.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

Before she managed to leave, Rinoa was getting a visitor! ...Sorta. "'Scuse me, Auntie Rinoa," Kayla said, fluttering into Rinoa's room and grabbing the sheet that Rinoa had been snuggling under. You know, the one that Uncle Squall might still be sleeping under if he was there? "I need this for breakfast."

[glacial_queen]

"Rinoa!" Children were important and all, but so were old friends. As soon as Rinoa made her appearance, Karla was going to try to sweep her up in a giant hug. "It's so good to see you! I've missed you! And you missed my coronation!"

She was totally upset, truly.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Technically, Squall wasn't asleep. Squall slept lightly, and was able to jump from being fast asleep to completely alert at the first hint of danger. Today, Squall was pretending to be asleep, so he didn't have to deal with the kids.

He had a bit of a soft spot for preteens who were quiet and obedient and ready and willing to learn, but younger kids? NOT HIS PROBLEM.

[clonewelldone]

Angela had woken up when Kathe scrambled over her to get out of bed, but took the time to wash up and get at least family-presentable before heading into the main room. So she was dressed in the pajamas ather had handwavily called the local clothing store for, but her face was clean and her hair was brushed.

"Mm. That smells delicious." And not like human, but then, there were other people around.

[sharp_as_knives]

Ah, a calmer face. Despite the oddity of her being his daughter, at least she was a bit quieter than some of the others. "Thank you," he told her with a nod. He began plating things as they finished. "It should be almost ready."

[wee-kannibal.livejournal.com]

Audric had slipped in quietly with Collin. He had tried to explain to his 'siblings' that he thought they truly ought to knock, but then Kayla had ignored him and flounced in and then Collin had sighed, grabbed Audric's hand and followed her, and now Audric stood close to the door, watching the chaos unfold and really wishing he were home right now, where things were quieter and made far more sense.

If they hadn't also worn Jewels and carried some of Mother's psychic scent, Audric would have assumed the boy was lying about their relation. Whoever their father was must be a terrible parent, if that was how they turned out.

He had almost decided to slip away and try to find his parents on his own, when Kayla's ear-piercing shriek of 'Unca Hanni!' caught his attention. Father! Thank the Darkness.

[sharp_as_knives]

After handing Kathe the syrup, Hannibal turned to go back to the kitchen and spotted the little boy huddled against the door. "Hello." He noted the jewel. "Are you Karla's son as well?"

[glacial_queen]

It was only about to get louder in here with yet another knock on the door.

"Kiss kiss," Karla said, proving she had slightly better manners than her children and not just walking through the door. "Additional adults to handle the brood!"

Look, she could sense her children as well as multiple others. She could only assume additional help was needed. That would probably be true even if it were only her kids in there.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Additional adults are welcome," Hannibal declared. "Hello, Karla; I think some of these are yours?"

The loudest ones, mostly.

[wee-heartillies.livejournal.com]

Pluma had slept in a closet last night.

It wasn't that there weren't beds. It was that she didn't like all the commotion. Noises made it hard to focus; not focusing made her shape start to unravel. Pluma did not like unphasing. So she'd found herself a nice quiet little closet and curled up with as much bedding as she'd been able to pilfer.

She'd awoken as she usually did, with the edges fuzzy, so first she spent ten minutes concentrating and getting her body solidified. And then, she supposed she'd have to open the closet door and greet all of those other people.

She shared feather-blood with some of them. Maybe this wouldn't be horrible. Maybe she wouldn't set anyone on fire today.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Your feathers are bootiful," Kayla said, spotting the pretty lady and not yet realizing she would be attempting to lay claim to Kayla's daddy. "Much prettier than Nommy's feathers."

Which were a bright blue for some reason. Some stupid reason, knowing him.

Breakfast!

[sharp_as_knives]

At some point, all of the food (with help from Angela) was plated, and the table (with hindrance help from Kayla) was set, and Hannibal started herding people toward the table (with help from any adults willing) and making sure they sat.

(Yes, even you, Jono; you could still share the taste of things and the conversation. And the alcohol and/or coffee, which you probably needed, too.)

Re: Breakfast!

[furnaceface]

Could Jono have both? Could somebody please be so kind as to get the biggest mug of coffee that they could find, and then fill it with alcohol? Jonothon would be so damn thankful to anyone who did.

He sat without argument, at least, if only to help the littler ones with their meals, since he was the one person at the table who didn't have to focus on his own, so much.

[wwiii]

Ugh, there was winter out there. Warren had thought he'd managed to escape that for life when he and Karla had finally managed to win the war and settle down in Balmia, but nooo.

Still, he was wearing a smile as he came into the room after Karla, looking around for his children. He wouldn't be here if not for them, after all.

In the cold.

Stupid, stupid cold.

"This weather is really going to get that molt going," he grumbled under his breath.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" If Unca Jommo was going to be stupid and have a daughter, that was just fine with Kayla. She was just going to beeline for her Daddy and demand he pick her up and love on her and show everyone else in the room that he was the best best daddy there.

[xboyz.livejournal.com]

There were children and then there were Momoko's children. And if there was gourmet cooking going on in the same building, guess where Momoko's chidren were going to be?

Okay, if there was any cooking going on, there was a good chance JJ was going to find the source. And since mom was still asleep, as usual, he had taken his other little sister (two little sisters. TWO! BEST WEEKEND EVER!) and wandered off from their mother's hotel room in search of the awesome smelling food.

... hearing his dad on the other side of the door the smells were coming from? Bonus! Confusing, since his dad's cooking wasn't that awesome smelling, but at least he wouldn't have to try to con a stranger out of a meal.

//Hey, Da? There's no escape! You'd better not have a guy in there or I'm telling mom!// He knocked loudly, Natalia leaning sleepily against him and mumbling about burning sweet potatoes.

[furnaceface]

//What if I were to say I have several in here with me, and we're all eating breakfast without you?// Jono's tone was light as he made his way over to the door and opened it, stepping back to let him in. //And you've brought company? I'll get another couple of plates down.//

So many children and more kept arriving. How in the world were they fitting everyone in here?

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

When it was unavoidable, Squall put on a fake smile and headed out to deal with the menagerie. "Good morning, everyone! Did you sleep well?"

...He was good for about ten minutes of this, and then he'd be over in the corner sulking.

[glacial_queen]

Possibly less, with the way Karla was pointing and laughing at him. "That's rich," she said. "Who are you expecting to fall for it?"

[heromaniac]

Momoko had a text from Natalia that she and her brother were in a hotel room with Uncle Jono and 'docter lexter', so here she was, knocking on the Doctor's hotel door and wondering at all the noise inside.

And if that was really cinnamon pancakes she was smelling...

What? She was hungry!

"Hello?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Swinging past on one of his trips between the kitchen and the table, Hannibal stopped to open the door, then smiled. "Ah, Momoko. I believe we have some of your children. Please, come in."

He bowed her in and went to get more food. "Take a seat wherever you can find one."