sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Anyone who thought Hannibal wasn't going to celebrate things being back to normal by bathing, getting a manicure, dressing his best, playing the harpsichord, and then cooking just about everything in the pantry really didn't know him.

Of course, all that food needed an audience, didn't it?

So, flyers were going up all day long (courtesy of NPCs other people):

Come eat, drink, and relax while the world's not ending!
22 Phoenix Place, tonight


Because some others might want to talk or just be together and reassure themselves things were better.

And some people coped by cooking.



[Open post! No OCD. Moddable food, but tons of it, along with plenty to drink for those that need it after last week.]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal woke early in the morning; his nose was the first to tell him there was something wrong.

As he stretched out the kinks of sleeping on the couch and looked around, the rest became apparent - the living room he was in was still his own, but...dingier. There were scratches on one wall and gouges out of another as if something heavy had hit it repeatedly. Several pieces of furniture were missing. He flicked on the lamp, but got nothing - nor, he realized, could he hear the hum of the fan circulating heat. No power, then. Possibly no gas.

He found Jono and padded over to him, avoiding waking the children that might still be asleep. What happened? he asked, putting a hand on his back.



[Open to anyone who stayed or who wants to find their way there!]
sharp_as_knives: (Im worried about you)
Jono: Another stopover. The bloke sitting next to me in the lounge is a giant cockroach. Literally. He's been asked three times to put out his cigar.

Hannibal: I am still a blue pony. With a knife drawn on my side; very subtle.

Later... )
[This post brought to you by my own and [livejournal.com profile] furnaceface's texting boredom. Exact content of the texts NFB, though generalities are cool.]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
After yesterday's incidents and another night of nightmares, Hannibal was wary, a knife staying with him instead of a scalpel, and he was keeping his eyes open for anything new.

Cut for Hannibal S2 spoilers and general Hannibalness )
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
The day had been decidedly long, and Hannibal was glad to finally make his way, avoiding any untoward encounters, back home. And, since Jono wasn't home yet, have a leisurely dinner of the sort he wasn't sharing with anyone these days.

[OOC: For the guy who can't duck a pitchfork!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal listened to the last of the radio. "So, we can add Zoe, Ringo, Kathy, Alana, and Electroclash," what a name, "to the list of people here. And apparently at least some of the students believe we're having an actual party, so our captors may as well."
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
[Continued from here before we break the post.]

Hannibal had been going for something useful; he just hadn't been able to reach anything else.

He caught the cushion. "Is it? Why the question?"
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
The contractors had been ecstatic when Hannibal contacted them for more work, and he'd soon had three different possible plans for a sauna conversion.

He also had an estimate for installing radiant heating under all the floors. He hoped Jono planned on paying for that.

He headed for the den and stood in the doorway watching for a time. At the moment, he would settle for Jono acting well again; whatever was affecting him only seemed to have gotten worse lately.


[OOC: For the one mentioned, but open if anyone wants to drop by. Jono modded by permission!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal wasn't helping with the spell; he was certain there were enough others to handle that. He was taking advantage of Bob while he had him.

Yesterday and today, their free time had been evenly spent between food and music and experiences and placing the most powerful wards possible throughout Hannibal's house. Not to mention one or two on him, and that amulet for Jono.

Bob, to his credit, kept going even when he could feel the extra strength he'd been given start to fade away and the pull back to his skull begin. He sighed and set the last rune, pushing to complete it, then all but stumbled out of Hannibal's body.


[OOC: Bob's goodbye here, since it got a bit long, but open post is open!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Read more... )
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal really was going to have to hang out a metaphorical shingle some time soon. The school and his activities in Glacia simply didn't occupy him enough to stave off boredom entirely. But until then, he would spend time here in some of his other favorite pastimes - reading, composing, and cooking.

Maybe something in parchment, today. He did have a bit of liver left over...


[OOC: open if you like, but Bob's bit comes first!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
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: )

[OOC: Open post is open! NM; just put it all here, no OCD.]
sharp_as_knives: (blue)
Hannibal probably should have gone home the night before, but instead he'd slept on the magically very comfortable couch in his office. The new writers Long-honed instincts Something had told him it would be a good idea to stay on the island this weekend.

But his clothes were somehow fresh and pressed in the morning (and was it his imagination, or did the dress jacket frame his abs even more wonderfully today?), so at least there was that.

There seemed to be something going on at the community center, so he decided to head over there to try to find out what was going on.
sharp_as_knives: (awesome abs)
After finally getting rid of that annoying girl, Hannibal decided it was far too lovely a night to stay indoors. And when was the last time he'd actually changed to his wolf form? Far too long, in any event.

He hadn't even explored this island to really get a feel for its scents and sights and sounds. How remiss of him! He couldn't think why he hadn't.

After a night of running around on (large, powerful, gorgeous silver-grey) four legs, he made his way back to his office. He changed into the (magically unwrinkled, unsmelly) clothing from the day before, but paused at the shirt. Really, it seemed a crime to cover up his perfect abs!

He put on his jacket and assessed himself in the (ridiculously huge) mirror (that hadn't been there yesterday). Not precisely formal, but it would do.

Now, he really did have venues to scout for the end of session dinner.



[OOC: Thanks to the magic of a bored fangirl, Hannibal is now "a werewolf with great abs". You're welcome.]
sharp_as_knives: (office hours)
Hannibal's official office hours were later in the evening, but he showed up a bit early so he could hopefully get information on places in the city to hold the end-of-class dinner party. And he might as well do it from his office, in case any students needed him.

There were an assortment of herbs in tasteful window boxes added to the decor now; he wanted to see how they'd do in this environment. Hopefully they would wouldn't become too odd.

[Open to whomever wants!]

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