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]

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."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin hadn't thought it out at all, and a small voice in his head was constantly warning him that the price for such happiness would catch up with him eventually.

"I'd love that. Will would too I think. He hates watching me eat meat, especially when it's raw."

[anamusebouche]

"He would have rather had you ate rotten flesh?" Hannibal asked.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Well, no," Fin admitted with an awkward laugh. "That was... It was unpleasant."

[anamusebouche]

"I can only imagine," Hannibal replied, frowning, disgusted by the thought. "Did he not know the consequences of this... transition? As I understood, he was the one introducing you to the possibility."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"This wasn't what Will had in mind," Fin admitted. "It happened at Halloween. We woke up in this place, and... It's complicated, but so far it seems safe enough. I'm cold all the time, I'm still getting used to that, but that's the only negative side effect I've noticed so far. ...Though I'll admit I'm not so naive that I'm not worried more will come along."

[anamusebouche]

"Hard to believe there is no more cost," Hannibal admitted. "I do not mean to ruin the mood; it just seems logical. You are static, neither dead nor alive. The psychological impact alone is staggering."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin had deliberately not been thinking about that, if he was honest, and he shrugged uncomfortably as he glanced away.

"Whatever it brings, I'll find a way to adapt. ...And being frozen is better than being lifeless, isn't it?"

[anamusebouche]

"I don't know," Hannibal said. "What is the difference? Unless you can be defrosted."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"The difference is I'm living," Fin smiled. "Not alive, but living. I'm living, not dead in the ground."

[anamusebouche]

"You were blind, Finlay," Hannibal reminded the young man. "Not dead, nor dying. Or were you?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I felt like I was dying inside. I was so nervous Hannibal. I had good days, and good things did happen, but- I feared my attacker, long after he was gone. I replayed my attack over and over in my head. That's not living. Perhaps one day that would have stopped- I met so many people who were far worse off than me, living amazing lives- I hoped I would be like them eventually. ...But this? To have my eyes back, to feel like I'm in control again? Oh, there aren't words for how good it feels."

Even if the fear of being something terrible sometimes crept up on him now and then... Even if he did wonder sometimes just what the price for this life, or lack of, truly cost...

He pushed his hair back from his face, and smiled brightly again, pushing those fears aside in favour of enjoying himself.

"Let's not spoil the night dwelling on the past, hmm?" he said. "It's Christmas after all. We should be drinking and making merry."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal gave him the smile he obviously wished to see, but did not resist a final comment. "I just wish you had found someone to talk to. And I hope, that if you should need it now, you will find it still. In the mean time, perhaps you can suggest something from the buffet?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"There's all sorts, but my favourite is at the dessert table. Salted caramel and coffee cupcakes. Sounds a bit much, I know, but they're perfect. They're served in little coffee cups," Fin supplied helpfully, glad to speak of something, anything, else.