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etrayalogs2024-10-31 12:25 am
relished) wrote in etrayalogs2024-10-31 12:25 am
( OPEN ) ALL HALLOW'S EVE FEAST
WHO: Hannibal & you!
WHEN: October 31st
WHERE: his house
WHAT: The All Hallows Eve Feast
NOTES\WARNINGS: MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING: involuntary cannibalism and one (1) artsy nsfw painting*. the link is to the painting leda and the swan. it's labeled with the star (★).
[the preparation for the party was more grueling than he's used to -- he was always able to hire a service to help his parties go as smoothly as possible, but he had to request the help of a few bots as well as Krouse to ensure that he would not be the one doing the serving.
one must knock before entering; greeted by a companion bot to take a coat if they have one. guests are guided through the foyer to the living room, an earthy room with heavy animal imagery. people are encouraged to socialize and relax in front of the roaring fireplace. several small tables have centerpieces of wildflowers that Hannibal has collected and grown as he's spent his time here.
the kitchen is off-limits, but if one might happen to stray into the stark, morgue-like space before Hannibal politely ushers them back out, they'll see Clarke's drawing of the emberbloom and and shadowbloom flowers from months ago as the only picture on the otherwise spotless refrigerator. having the flier there is no accident. he meant for a few curious onlookers to see what is left of her. perhaps it's Hannibal's intention to lead old friends of Clarke's astray to believe he is responsible for her disappearance. he's able to play now, plucking at the strings of minds to enchant and mortify. he knows that suspicions will have risen, but after tonight he's prepared for the onslaught -- so why not have as much fun before the inevitable?
scents of roast meat, cranberries and rosemary embrace guests immediately, delightfully lacing through the halls while classical music beckons them further into unknown horrors. Krouse can be seen making rounds with hors d'oeuvres, an interesting combination of cubed watermelon with what appears to be proscuitto meticulously shaped in the form of a rose, while companion bots carry glasses filled with red wine from his personal collection.
the dining room is lush, one wall stocked with herbs and hanging rosemary and forest imagery. the other wall with a painting above another fire which crackles softly. the mantle, simple yet jarring; large horns on either side with smaller ones laid out between them. the centerpiece is ★Leda and the Swan★, looming as the horns threaten to swallow the painting whole. the table is already set, porcelain charger plates laid in their respective places, with clean empty glasses and three carafes filled with water along the center. small vases of more wildflowers are in along the spread with lit red candles as well, but the table itself manages not to look too busy. snow droplets silently stick to the glass doors and windows, making the home feel warm; gentle, even.
Leda and the Swan is not the only painting to fill his home - art is everywhere, from the foyer to the kitchen, paintings and lithographs can be found in every room. the living room is especially the most wild, with the large oak doors and polished desk and chairs with claws.
Hannibal languidly wanders to greet guests who have made their way inside, dressed in a three-piece suit as usual with a glass of red wine in hand, motioning to wine or snacks. the sophistication that exudes from his home (and himself) can't be missed. those who have never experienced wealth may feel out of place, yet directly eased into the mixed warmth that is passed out with food and wine.]
[after an appropriate amount of time of socializing has passed and he's had help from Krouse to set the table so all of the food is available at once, he alerts everyone by a gentle clink of metal against crystal.]
Dinner is served. Please make your way to the dining room.
[anyone who asks exactly what they are eating is informed that it is veal. "how did you get veal" one may ask, and he'll respond with a sly smile and a twinkle in his eyes. everything they have been consuming and continue to consume has been the body of Samil, every part harvested for use. a petite heart (yes, heart) tartare is served alongside a smaller version of osso buco, which he explains is a traditional Italian dish, with seasonal vegetables.
wine has been replenished, and once settled at the table he raises his glass.]
I hope everyone enjoys eating this meal as much as I did preparing it.
[dig in.]
(ooc: everyone welcome! top level as u desire, tag out to others, get hannibal, etc etc. if you dont want to do an open tl and only want hannibal make sure to add closed to your starter. i won't be adding a starter for him bc this entire party is basically one giant one for him and he can be approached anywhere :) any questions can be left here. ps do not have your character go upstairs that's insane, why would they do that, they'll be redirected ominously. )
WHEN: October 31st
WHERE: his house
WHAT: The All Hallows Eve Feast
NOTES\WARNINGS: MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING: involuntary cannibalism and one (1) artsy nsfw painting*. the link is to the painting leda and the swan. it's labeled with the star (★).
[the preparation for the party was more grueling than he's used to -- he was always able to hire a service to help his parties go as smoothly as possible, but he had to request the help of a few bots as well as Krouse to ensure that he would not be the one doing the serving.
one must knock before entering; greeted by a companion bot to take a coat if they have one. guests are guided through the foyer to the living room, an earthy room with heavy animal imagery. people are encouraged to socialize and relax in front of the roaring fireplace. several small tables have centerpieces of wildflowers that Hannibal has collected and grown as he's spent his time here.
the kitchen is off-limits, but if one might happen to stray into the stark, morgue-like space before Hannibal politely ushers them back out, they'll see Clarke's drawing of the emberbloom and and shadowbloom flowers from months ago as the only picture on the otherwise spotless refrigerator. having the flier there is no accident. he meant for a few curious onlookers to see what is left of her. perhaps it's Hannibal's intention to lead old friends of Clarke's astray to believe he is responsible for her disappearance. he's able to play now, plucking at the strings of minds to enchant and mortify. he knows that suspicions will have risen, but after tonight he's prepared for the onslaught -- so why not have as much fun before the inevitable?
scents of roast meat, cranberries and rosemary embrace guests immediately, delightfully lacing through the halls while classical music beckons them further into unknown horrors. Krouse can be seen making rounds with hors d'oeuvres, an interesting combination of cubed watermelon with what appears to be proscuitto meticulously shaped in the form of a rose, while companion bots carry glasses filled with red wine from his personal collection.
the dining room is lush, one wall stocked with herbs and hanging rosemary and forest imagery. the other wall with a painting above another fire which crackles softly. the mantle, simple yet jarring; large horns on either side with smaller ones laid out between them. the centerpiece is ★Leda and the Swan★, looming as the horns threaten to swallow the painting whole. the table is already set, porcelain charger plates laid in their respective places, with clean empty glasses and three carafes filled with water along the center. small vases of more wildflowers are in along the spread with lit red candles as well, but the table itself manages not to look too busy. snow droplets silently stick to the glass doors and windows, making the home feel warm; gentle, even.
Leda and the Swan is not the only painting to fill his home - art is everywhere, from the foyer to the kitchen, paintings and lithographs can be found in every room. the living room is especially the most wild, with the large oak doors and polished desk and chairs with claws.
Hannibal languidly wanders to greet guests who have made their way inside, dressed in a three-piece suit as usual with a glass of red wine in hand, motioning to wine or snacks. the sophistication that exudes from his home (and himself) can't be missed. those who have never experienced wealth may feel out of place, yet directly eased into the mixed warmth that is passed out with food and wine.]
[after an appropriate amount of time of socializing has passed and he's had help from Krouse to set the table so all of the food is available at once, he alerts everyone by a gentle clink of metal against crystal.]
Dinner is served. Please make your way to the dining room.
[anyone who asks exactly what they are eating is informed that it is veal. "how did you get veal" one may ask, and he'll respond with a sly smile and a twinkle in his eyes. everything they have been consuming and continue to consume has been the body of Samil, every part harvested for use. a petite heart (yes, heart) tartare is served alongside a smaller version of osso buco, which he explains is a traditional Italian dish, with seasonal vegetables.
wine has been replenished, and once settled at the table he raises his glass.]
I hope everyone enjoys eating this meal as much as I did preparing it.
[dig in.]
(ooc: everyone welcome! top level as u desire, tag out to others, get hannibal, etc etc. if you dont want to do an open tl and only want hannibal make sure to add closed to your starter. i won't be adding a starter for him bc this entire party is basically one giant one for him and he can be approached anywhere :) any questions can be left here. ps do not have your character go upstairs that's insane, why would they do that, they'll be redirected ominously. )
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yet all she could do was think about how she just wanted to get to the food already, slipping from this strange man and this conversation. he reminded her far too much of certain people from her own world. the cold, calculating way he spoke, the way he said fix minds.
still he does get her there, bringing up the fact that he didn't trust the food. she had learned pretty quickly not to trust the food handed out here in etraya. yet...
clearly she hadn't learned enough. )
I guess I should say thank you? For providing us with food and drinks we can trust?
( nervously, she looked around to see if his hired help was about. when she saw he wasn't, her focus returned back to hannibal. )
I guess I must be holding you hostage here with my conversation. If you have to get back to it...
Don't let me stop you.
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[pure and easy truth. she's easy to read, and he isn't the type of host to latch onto guests and leave them with no escape. she recognizes something inside of him, be it because of her earlier slip up or because, deep down, he wants to be recognized here.]
You're not stopping me, I'm enjoying a conversation with a guest. [looking at her pointedly,] You're free to socialize as you like.
['free' being the operative word here; none of them are free. not in Hannibal's house, and not on Etraya. he also isn't one to be shooed away, however, and if she's trying to weasel her way out of more conversation with him, she'll have to do it herself.]
You were speaking with Krouse earlier, no? [nothing goes unnoticed.] Is he doing well?
[asking questions he knows the answer to.]
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the words cascade in her mind, feeling her with a sense of general unease. her face won't betray her thoughts though, because she immediately smiled at him, teeth pushing through to shield her from her true feelings.
it truly seemed that he had her pinned now, bringing forth something she thought was kept hidden between her and krouse. she wasn't sure if there even was enough time for the waiter to have gone on to tell hannibal of their encounter, or if he truly had that much of a watchful eye over everyone here. at least now one thing was for certain-
she couldn't hide much from this stranger here moving forward. )
You sure have him working hard, I figured he could use a small break, but he seemed fine. I guess throwing an event like this requires some help.
( she wasn't sure if he would get scolded for taking a break or not, and while she wanted to protect him, clearly she couldn't outright lie about what they had been doing. )
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It's good to see he's making friends - I encourage a break or two.
[or really, as many as Krouse wants. he doesn't particularly care so long as things are running smoothly and Krouse knows better than to make a fool out of himself.]
I will say that smoking taints the palate.
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are the two from the same world? related in anyway? she hadn't quite gotten that out of krouse unfortunately. though the situation didn't encourage her to want to linger around for very long, especially when he brought up what she had been doing with him. )
You're absolutely right. You worked hard to prepare all this and here I go and ruin my palate.
( now was her chance wasn't it? to escape this situation. )
In fact, I should go brush my teeth. Do you have any mouthwash handy? If not I'll just head back to my apartment and come back.