Gathering Post - Christmas Eve Party

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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]

This was peculiar. Very peculiar. It was a party and there were many scents mixing together; food, and drink perfumes and other bodily scents. Hannibal was used to the overload it caused his nostrils and he was adept to distinguish between the origins of scents even now.

So, what was it about Finlay? It was strange, almost as if he simply didn't smell.

He approached the young man and smiled politely. "Hello Finlay. Merry Christmas, of course and thank you for the invitation."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Hannibal!" Fin greeted brightly, offering his hand and a smile. "It's lovely to see you- Pun not completely intended there," he added with a chuckle.

Fin had let his hair grow out since they'd last spoken, dark hair in thick waves just above his shoulders. He'd also grown a beard, which he was currently keeping quite short. He also seemed to stand taller now, as though his confidence had been restored when he'd regained his sight.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal had heard, of course, of Finlay's miraculous recovery to the land of sight. All these things only incremented Hannibal's curiosity. "Ah, yes, I heard, of course. A miraculous recovery."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"An amazing miracle of science," Fin lied easily. "I've been lucky lately. Terribly lucky."

[anamusebouche]

An almost unbelievable miracle of science. Hannibal was a good doctor, and he wouldn't have guessed this possible. "Well deserved, I would say, after the year you've had."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Thank you," Fin smiled. "I have to admit, it's been a life changing experience. I feel like a new man."

[anamusebouche]

"And you look the part," Hannibal replied. Something very strange about it, though. "You seem reborn."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Do I?" Fin smiled. "Good- I want the outside to reflect how I feel inside. I want to share how good this feels with- Everyone."

[anamusebouche]

"It's not hard to imagine it must feel good," Hannibal replied, a little amused. "You were blind. I hope you found a good home for your dog?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I should have, I know, but... I kept him," Fin said, looking slightly sheepish. "I donated more than tenfold what it will cost to train a new dog, but I just couldn't bare to part with him, Hannibal. He's family now- And honestly? I feel safer with him around. I know the man who attacked me is gone, but with my career on the rise again, I can't help but worry. What if it happens again?"

[anamusebouche]

"I'm glad you've grown fond of him," Hannibal replied. "You were very resisting to getting one." He put a friendly hand on Finlay's arm. "And if it makes you feel safer, all the better."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin was cold, even through the fabric of his shirt. Not icy, but chilled. There was no pulse either, in fact his whole body was still and silent for the most part. Organs managed to do their work, but only when the need arose- As though the rest of the time they were just frozen in time.

"I'm glad you agree," Fin smiled. "I've been worried I was being terribly selfish about it, but- Maybe I'm entitled to be selfish sometimes. That's a lesson I'm slowly teaching myself."

[anamusebouche]

He was cold. Cold as if he had just come in from the outside, which he had not. Hannibal nodded, then acted the concerned friend with ease. "Are you feeling all right?" He asked.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Better than ever, to be honest. Why?" Fin replied, still smiling and tipsy enough that it didn't occur to him that Hannibal might have noticed something off about him.

[anamusebouche]

"Because you feel cold," Hannibal replied. "Very cold."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin's smile faltered, but only for a moment.

"Terrible circulation, I'm afraid," he lied, the smile slipping back into place as he shrugged.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal easily spotted that lie. "You do know I'm a doctor?" He asked, by which he meant there was no point lying.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin's smile faltered again, and he glanced around to make sure no one was watching or listening before catching Hannibal's hand and guiding the man's fingers to where his pulse ought to have been.

"Miracles come with a price, Dr. Lecter."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal knew of only one creature that did not have a pulse. He was discrete, of course, about what he knew of vampires, but when a man had no pulse, he assumed he could talk of the supernatural. "Did that price involve being bitten?" He asked, curious.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"No. No biting," Fin assured him. "It was- Well, it was a book, actually. Drained the life right from me. The nearest thing anyone can compare it to is, well, being a ghoul. Though the man Will took me to see said that wasn't quite right either. Ghouls smell like the earth, he said, and I... Well, smell of nothing. At first he prescribed a diet to match- Turned and rotting flesh- But when one week I failed to eat that it became apparent that wasn't what my body desired. Raw meat, it seems, will do the trick. I had sushi that week, felt fine- Just a bit light headed. Red meat is better for some reason."

[anamusebouche]

A ghoul. Or something of the like. Hannibal had never heard of such creatures - but he couldn't feign surprise. Rather, it explained Finlay rather well. "There are worse diets to be put on." Rotting flesh would be the first there. "I did notice your usual scent was absent. Must be a psychological challenge; this change from human to something quite different."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It's actually been quite exhilarating," Fin confessed, his smile returning, even brighter now than before. "My pulse is absent, but I feel very much alive. I feel reborn."

[anamusebouche]

"You've only plucked the fruits of your cure so far," Hannibal said, pleasant and pleased for his young friend, though with an air of warning. "That is fortunate."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I think I'm due some fortune, don't you?" Fin asked with a warm smile. "It really has been life changing though. I feel like someone has opened a door inside me. I'm making new friends, taking on new lovers... And my art, Hannibal. My words come out so easily lately. I fill pages without pause, to the point where I may have a new production on stage by the summer."

[anamusebouche]

"I'm sure you carefully weighed the decision," Hannibal replied. "And, of course, I wish you all the fortune in the world - and I would still have you for dinner. Raw meat can be quite delicious."