A Dinner of Delights [OPEN]

[tablewithoutpity]

Who: Hannibal and YOU!
What: A dinner party for the benefit of Delight
Where: A restaurant in the ruins
When: Backdated to the evening of the 18th
Warnings: Nothing yet....depends on what the guests decide to do! Will update accordingly.

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In the morning, a card is slipped under everyone's door with these words written in an ornate hand:

Your attendance is kindly requested for dinner this evening ~ Dr. Hannibal Lecter

There's a map drawn below those words that indicates a location in one of the ruined parts of Hadriel. If you're brave enough, curious enough, or perhaps foolish enough to follow the map that evening, you find one of the old restaurants has been cleared out and furnished with simple wooden tables and chairs, all covered in candles, giving the room a warm, sensual glow. One long table is set against the wall, and is heavy laden with a wide variety of what are essentially tapas, small dishes so artfully presented that they are almost too beautiful to eat. Almost, until you get close enough for the scent to make your mouth water. There are bottles of spirits from Delight's bar at one end of the table, and Hannibal is standing there, impeccably dressed in a suit and trinity-knotted tie. When guests enter he greets them with a smile, and pours them a drink.

Comments

Jill Valentine | OTA - will match format!

[survivethis]

Being on rage's team hasn't been easy for Jill. Deep down, she feels terrible for the way she's behaved toward so many people who didn't deserve it, but the influence of the deity just spurs her to continue with her desire to see people get as angry as she feels.

So when a note was found under her door upon her return home, Jill was first angry, then perplexed, and finally curious about what this party was. Thrown by a newcomer to the city, too. Feeling rage's influence, she expected it to be some ridiculous affair, but oh, how wrong she was. When Jill arrives and sees the spread, she can't help but be impressed by the spread.

"Wow. I didn't think food like this could exist here." Nothing quite so fancy or refined, anyway.

[wormintheglass]

Bianca, who will never turn down someone else's cooking, fires off an I should be delighted to come text the moment she sees the message.

Hadriel doesn't offer the resources for her to really dress up, but fortunately Bianca is built to carry off a simple little black dress with elegance; and she always, no matter what, carries herself as though she were on a catwalk.

She pauses after she enters the room - this, too, is an unfailing habit of hers, but in this case it's at least partly a reaction to the room and the scents, and her smile is perfectly genuine.

"Oh, this is magnificent. So good to see someone willing to make an effort. I am Bianca."

Rosen / OTA

[drabsolutelynot]

Dinner parties were never exactly Rosen's natural habitat. They tended to require making small talk and that is an art he's never mastered, however he fares better than most with politeness and etiquette. The product of a strict east-coast upbringing.

And it is politeness, really, more than anything else that urges him to attend this evening.

If he and Hannibal were going to be working together, it is probably best not to refuse his generous invitation. And it goes without saying that Lee has taken a shine to the man, so its not as if he must be dragged by the ear to be in Hannibal's company.

Although he's not managed to get any truly formal attire here (in all honesty the thought hadn't even crossed his mind in the month that he's been here) Rosen knows how to clean himself up. His silver hair is combed back in a surprisingly elegant fashion, and he is wearing a neatly kept gray collared shirt underneath a navy blue blazer.

He enters in his usual timid fashion and makes his way towards Hannibal. "Good evening," he offers a shy smile before holding out a bottle of wine he managed to find. He knows better than to go to a dinner party without a hostess gift. "I apologize that I cannot vouch for the quality, I'm sure you've noticed there are not as many options here as there are back home..." He falters, realizing he is drifting off course, "Thank you for the invitation, Hannibal."

Will Graham | Open & Close

[feelslikeimspilling]

[Open to all]

Seeing as Will had provided some of the fish that Hannibal was going to serve tonight, and knowing full well of Hannibal's culinary expertise, Will thought it only right that he attended. Sure, it would require him to be somewhat social but he was willing to grin and bare it for a small while.

Walking over to the table, taking note of where others were sitting before he took a seat himself, one close to the head of the table, that way he at least had some space and free room to one side of him, should he feel claustrophobic or untalkative.

Nervous and awkward, Will gave a little smile and started to sip his wine. Second doubting his reasons for coming and honestly contemplating getting up to leave. If it wasn't for the delicious food, he very well might have. Will turned and offered an uncomfortable smile to the guest sitting across from him before he turned and spotted you making your way over to the table.

[ Closed to Hannibal ]

"I'm actually impressed." He said with a smile on his lips, looking at Hannibal over the rim of his wine glass before taking a sip from it. "You were able to make your ingredients stretch as far as they have." Looking over the table at all of the fantastic food on display. Will had once had suspicions about Hannibal, but being in this place and having provided most of the fish for the party, he was reconsidering his original suspicions about the doctor.

Taking a sample of some of the tapas, savoring the taste as he crashed his teeth and moved his tongue as he chewed. He was impressed, Hannibal's cooking lived up to its reputation, the pleasure in eating it was something Will couldn't hide from his face. Smiling and nodding as he swallowed then cleansed his pallet with the wine.

"You'll have to teach me how to cook sometime. Err, if it isn't too much trouble. I mean, we are trapped in an underground cave city for the foreseeable future... Not like you have any other pressing matters to attend to." A smirk and Will was reaching over to sample another small taste of that wonderful food.

Prussia | open

[occupiesvitalregions]

One doesn't come to a party empty handed, but it's not easy finding good party fare in Hadriel. But one had to come out to support teammates with whatever was available, and even if he didn't know them, and the promise of a nice dinner sure sounded delightful to Prussia.

He confidently adds a package of Chips Ahoy cookies to the party table. One or two might already be missing. He's not one much for fancy parties, but Prussia's impressed with the shop and the food layout.

"Wow, I had no idea we could pull something so fancy in a place like this. Pretty impressive!"

[fracturedbeauty]

Yukari is rather curious, and perhaps slightly perturbed at the invite he finds tucked beneath his door. Who would go to all the trouble, after all? What is this? An indirect request for a date? God, he certainly hopes not. In fact, he has half a mind to toss the invite and forget it's existence.

But, some level of intrigue takes over. Just what does this man want? He decides he'll attend the dinner party, though not without his weapon, for security reasons. He dresses in his typical mercenary attire, with his jacket supporting his long-bladed sword and heads to the location on the map.

When he steps into the restaurant, finding it's setting rather romantic, he cringes internally. Oh, great, this really is supposed to be a date... As he looks at the interiour, he wonders if he should back out before he's noticed.

Wade Wilson | OTA

[ishotyouuu]

Compared to most people cordially invited to a formal dinner party, Wade probably stands out more garishly than a debutante in a trailer park. Only in this case, it'd probably lean more towards the opposite.

He hasn't changed from his customary red and black spandex outfit, nor has he bothered to divest himself of his weaponry-- although some of the more pointy implements he's decided to leave at home; his guns still remain holstered at his belt-- because in this crazy town in which they're nothing more than playthings of the gods, he's long since gotten used to the idea that anything's possible. Regardless, he feels rather out of place amidst all this finery-- a rather odd feeling to experience, seeing as though he usually doesn't give two hot shits where he goes or what others might think of him (at least on the surface, anyway).

At least he's turned on the trusty image inducer for this soiree, and thus his face is unmasked, decidedly unblemished and sporting the brown hair he'd had pre-cancer. Wade takes a moment to take in the sight of the delectable food spread before him, arching a sardonic eyebrow.

"Kind of a year too late to roll out the welcome mat like this, but hey, I'll take it. Better late than never, in any case."

He japes, but his stomach growls as if in direct defiance of his sarcasm. He's never really gotten rid of his opportunistic eating habits from his three-year stint in Haven, after all, and he's not about to turn up his nose at free food, questionable circumstances be damned.