Gathering Post - Christmas Eve Party

[londoncallingmods]

Merry Christmas!

You are invited to celebrate the season with Finlay Flynn and Willy Silver.

 

When: Christmas Eve (5pm – Midnight)

Where: Making the Modern World - The Science Museum

RSVP: By Email (SBMNGR@ldnmgmt893.co.uk) Before 19/12

 

Upon entry you'll be given a ticket for one free drink. All drinks after that are 5 each. There will also be a free buffet in the dining area.

 

Dress code: Casual, but tidy please!

 

Raffle: Come wearing a festive sweater and you will automatically be entered into a raffle to win a 65 inch TV.

 

Donate: Bring three tins of canned food to be donated to the local food bank, and receive an extra drink ticket.

Look forward to: A live DJ, live music, an appearance by Santa, gift bags with deluxe swag, and the company of old and new friends!

 

(OTA! Happy holidays! If you know Fin, Willy, Phouka, or Winter, feel free to assume they gave you an invite. If not, you can say your pup got an invite through a friend of a friend, someone who knows someone, ect. It IS invite over (no gate crashing pups please, Fin's a giver and would want everyone to feel included), but the pups hosting the party are pretty active and I believe they know almost everyone in the game. And the people they don't know surely know people who do. Even if you only met them once, you got an invite somehow! This gathering post is open all week, and beyond!)

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[anamusebouche]

Hannibal was here because the hosts were interesting people to know. He knew Fin, and understood there was an unhealthy influence Willy Silver had on him. It was interesting to him to see them interact - without having to invite them both over for dinner.

The dress code was ignored - as was the raffle. He had no intention of showing up at any party in 'casual' wear, let alone a 'festive' sweater. Instead he wore a three piece black suit with a fine red checkered stripe, underneath he wore a red shirt and a black and red embroiled tie.

He also had no intention to bring any type of canned food. But in the Christmas spirit, he did bring three Tupperware boxes, filled with a Christmas stew he had prepared for occasion. Delicious, and it would taste even better in the morning.

He was looking where to drop the boxes when he saw a familiar face; and smiled politely with a nod.

[akatawitch]

With her white skin and white dress and pale blonde Afro, Sunny could not help but make a splash in such a crowd. But still she could not pull off the simple, casual cool of the man who came in wearing a three piece suit and yet somehow looked more relaxed than most of the ugly sweater bunch.

He was no Leopard, but he had something of the presence of one.

"I agonized for days over what would be too much or too little for this," she said, the faint admiration of her tone turning her words into a compliment, "I can see you didn't have the same dilemma."

[anamusebouche]

She was by far the most stunning and exotic presence in the room. "I wear what I'm comfortable in," Hannibal replied. "A festive wool jumper isn't that. And you, Sunny, look absolutely stunning. Sun and light in one of the darkest nights." He was freer with compliments now that he was not a teacher at a University she could attend.

[akatawitch]

"It didn't seem that comfortable to me, either." Sunny blushed and dropped her eyes briefly, not very used to compliments on her appearance. Well. Used to them from a certain kind of man, one much younger, more desperate for sex, and with no understanding what her skin meant, but from someone like Dr. Lecter? "You're very kind."

[anamusebouche]

"I hope you don't think me inappropriate," Hannibal replied. It was a genuine appreciation of her appearance, after all. Nothing indecent. Part of him did wonder how she would taste, but he was not interested in finding out. Her living presence was worth more. "You friends with the hosts also?" He asked, conversationally.

[akatawitch]

"Not at all. I just don't get many... sincere compliments," was what Sunny settled on after a moment of hesitation, simplification, and consolidation. Albino is a synonym for ugly.

"I know both of them, but I'm friends with Fin," she affirmed. It was safest not to put Willy into any category. He wasn't safe enough to trust, too charming not to like, and she didn't want to alienate Fin by openly disliking him.

[anamusebouche]

"Our mutual friend then," Hannibal confirmed. "And a miracle of science, it would seem."

[akatawitch]

Sunny of course knew better, and knew what Fin had traded in order to have his eyes restored to him. But she had gotten too good at keeping up the masquerade to do anything other than smile and say, "Yes. I only met him after he lost his sight, so it's something of a change for me. He's like a whole different person now."

Better, though. He'd been deeply depressed for a significant amount of that time, and it was almost like the person she'd known before was just the shadow.

[anamusebouche]

"Much better," Hannibal said. "His depression seemed more crippling than the loss of sight." He could say this, because it was a matter of public knowledge that Fin had suffered depression. And it was a shame it was cured. There was something beautiful about seeing the young man crumble further and further. "Still, I wonder what doctor has cured him. A true magician, it must be, in his field."

[akatawitch]

Or possibly Satan, but without more details that just wasn't something to think about. Sunny shrugged, "He's told me what he's telling everybody, that he got the work done abroad." Which was true. She'd been told that was the official story.

"The rest as far as I can tell is maintaining an air of mystique. If I could keep secrets from the wolves that are the tabloid press, I would, too."

[anamusebouche]

"If I had a cure for blindness, of any kind, I would not keep it from anyone," Hannibal replied to that.

[akatawitch]

"Point," Sunny acknowledged with a quirk of a smile. "Though perhaps someday the mystery doctor will step forward and take credit for his work instead."

[anamusebouche]

"That, I assume, would be even worse for Finlay," Hannibal said. "The blame would fall on him. 'Why didn't he speak?' A wealthy actor's silence would not favour him," Hannibal replied, conversationally, but truthfully.

[show_me_something]

Victoria didn't care about the free drinks offered in exchange for donations to the food bank, but she had put together a large box of non-perishable foods all the same. While Ivan checked their coats and took the food to the collection area, Victoria entered the gallery, looking for any she'd need or want to say hello to this evening.

"Dr. Lecter," she said, a gracious smile for the man. "It's been too long." Her nod to the casual dress code was eschewing the monochromatic looks she usually chose in favor of soft reds and green, and comfortable boots she could dance in all night if she wanted.

[anamusebouche]

"It certainly has, but a pleasure to see you now," Hannibal replied, with a pleasant smile on his face. "And looking full of splendor as ever."

[show_me_something]

"Thank you." The pleasantries were simple enough, although Victoria couldn't help her innate curiosity when it came to the doctor. "You're cutting a fine figure in this sea of Christmas jumpers."

[anamusebouche]

"Usually the man in the jumper stands out," Hannibal says. "But I had no wish to dress in something quite so hideous. I think you agree?"

[show_me_something]

"Indeed." Ivan had merely shaken his head at the invitation's suggestion, muttering something about Wester decadence he didn't mean any more seriously than Victoria took it. "One can be festive and still fashionable enough to be comfortable."

[anamusebouche]

"And as often is forgotten, one can be fashionable and be comfortable at the same time as well," Hannibal agreed. She, after all, was wearing boots which did nothing to diminish her style. And he... well, he could kill in this suit, so he was comfortable enough.

[show_me_something]

"With the exception of ridiculous heels, which are completely impractical, I find I'm most comfortable when dressed well. And if one has a good tailor, a suit should be no different." And Hannibal obviously had a good tailor, so would understand what she meant. "Classic style became classic for a reason."

[anamusebouche]

"Wouldn't quickly trade my tailor, no," Hannibal agreed. "And any woman who can combine the practical with the elegant, understands style. It's more about movement and posture, than garments."

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[show_me_something]

"That's true, and often overlooked by people, unfortunately." Although movement and posture could only accomplish so much. Making some of the jumpers she'd seen tonight stylish would require a miracle.

"Although there are some more outlandish looks that could be an interesting challenge." Head tilting, Victoria lowered her voice as though sharing a confidence, when it was really nothing of the sort. "Pink hair could be very flattering with my colouring, I've decided."

[anamusebouche]

"I would have to see that to believe it," Hannibal retorted. "But if anyone can, I'm sure it's you."

[show_me_something]

"Not with this outfit, obviously," Victoria said, gesturing toward her clothes. "But with my usual neutrals, particularly in monochrome. Oh, I doubt I'll ever do it, but it's interesting to consider."

[anamusebouche]

"And a bold move if you do," Hannibal replied. "Not one I would be brave enough to undertake."