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!)

Comments

[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.

[akatawitch]

Sunny nodded a little. She didn't disagree, but even if she didn't know the origins of the miracle she wouldn't think it was hers or anybody's business to pry. "Perhaps you should warn Fin of how you think he'll be perceived by the public, Dr. Lecter."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal would, of course. This was merely an attempt to find out how much Sunny knew. More than she let on, he imagined. "I will, perhaps. A careful word of caution. Perhaps not at this party, though. Would hate to ruin the mood between all these festive jumpers."

[akatawitch]

Sunny's mouth quirked wryly. "I'm biased, I suppose. If I didn't actively work to block out the majority of how I am or could be perceived, I'd've gone stark raving mad by now."

[anamusebouche]

"So awful that you should meet such prejudice here still. I find it repulsive," Hannibal said, truthfully.

[akatawitch]

"Here, there, and everywhere," Sunny answered cheerfully, though the humor was laced with a hint of weary resignation. American, Nigerian, black, albino. "Though this crowd at least is pretty easy."

[anamusebouche]

"This crowd is drunk and wearing woolly jumpers," Hannibal retorted, though there was a hint of a smile on his lips, meaning he was joking.