There Is A Dinner Party Right Across The Hall

[littlest_lord]

Who: Phancyhive and invited/close CR!
When: Wednesday Evening for supper
Where: Phancyhive
Summary: With so many new additions to the household, it's only proper to welcome them with a dinner party.
Warnings: A bunch of crazy people around a dinner table. What could possibly go wrong?

<sub>[Ciel hated parties. Really, he did. They were an unbearable drudgery of having to socialize but he could manage to endure for one night. It was expected of him to host such an event, what with the new additions to the household, so despite his desire to lock himself away in his office, he'd been dressed in lovely clothes and had the whole thing arranged.

The dining room itself was decorated exquisitely and the food that had been set out was unbearably tempting to anyone who'd glance upon it. Hopefully, the whole night wouldn't be an ordeal. The last thing needed was more stress.]</sub>

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[Preparty Drinks & Gathering]

[littlest_lord]

<sub>[Whether it be tea or a glass of wine, your needs will be met. There is a good hour or so before dinner time - the perfect opportunity to socialize with one another over a cup or glass of drink. The large sitting room has been organized as such to allow people the chance to stand and drink merrily or simply sit and speak to one another. There is also a piano rearranged off to one of the corners of the room. Like the dining room, this room is just as decorative and expensive looking, every item including the furniture looking ornate and undeniably Victorian or older.

Do enjoy yourselves, just don't break anything.]</sub>

[faking]

[Well, chairs are nice enough, but a piano seems like such a waste of good sitting space - so why not use it as sitting space? Alois is, therefore, sitting atop the glossy piano, legs crossed, wine glass in hand. His head is tilted towards his shoulder, and he's laughing at spectacles and guests while stewing inside. Still, he glows appropriately (or, more appropriately than his shorts and stockings). His colors of choice this evening are greens, many shades, with bows mostly in cream. He looks exactly as happy as a host must.]

[littlest_lord]

_{[Ciel, on the other hand, is anything but glowing. At least, not when he sees where Alois has seated himself. It doesn't take him long to make his way over to the boy, clearly unimpressed.]}

Get off the piano.

[psychopath]

[So there's Jack, all proper and dressed up in - wait he isn't proper at all, shirt a few buttons loose and untucked, like he'd hastily put them on. He catches Alois outside in the corridors, looking sheepish with his hair down.]

Er. I. I think I need help...

[maddeninghatter]

[ Xerxes Break is reverently clutching a cup of tea, inhaling its sweet aroma in a state of bliss. He's an addict , at long last (three days!) getting his fix. He has been dressed for dinner, beruffled and bejeweled. His poufy, white, unruly hair has been pinned into place with a vindictive sort of care and too many bobby pins.

It's several days too soon, but the bandages over his left eye are off; though his heavy fringe conceals it. ]

[psychopath]

[So there's someone who looks like an adult version of Oz in the living room - dressed in white and grey, all bright green eyes and even brighter gold hair plaited down to his knees. He floats around the guests, charming and obviously a master at this socializing thing - before pausing in front of Break.

He tilts his head to the side, slightly confused.]

You don't drink wine, milord?

[blondandperfect]

Mr. Break~.

[Guess who else is dressed for dinner? Hattie has arrived in a violet and (mostly) orange evening dress with all of the frills, ruffles and petticoats. All of them. She approaches him with a bright smile.]

How are you? You never told me that you had a relative~!

[psychopath]

[hi I'll just poke my head into said living room because I kind of forgot where my room is............]

[littlest_lord]

_{[No one has arrived yet (it's still somewhat early) but that doesn't stop Ciel from having a glass of wine in his hand. When he sees Jack poke his head in he nearly drops it.]}

...Jack?

20 Minutes Late

[oujomerchant]

[And so Alouette learns the hard way why one should not accept party invitations at the last moment- If it weren't for Recette's sewing skill, there would have been no way her dress would look 'decent'. She didn't have a dinner dress. She underestimated how long it would take to get here. And when was the last time she practiced her table manners?

She figures so long as she looks confident, she'll be able to get away with her attire at the very least. So after revealing her invitation, the fourteen year old merchant makes her way to the sitting room, keeping an eye out for one familiar face, though that mission is derailed when she sees the wine. Maybe she could sneak a glass without anyone noticing, non? She'll just scooch on over there and....]

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke just came to nick some juice on his way home from school. He keeps getting cross bartenders when he takes some from work, so it seemed safest to do it this way instead. Except that when he gets to the Phantomhive place, still in his school uniform and with a bit of paint on his nose from art class, there's some kind of big party or something going on. Again. Crap. Maybe if he just acts casual, no one will notice him until after he makes it out the door again...]

[jokesonthem]

[Reim digs wine. Well, he considers wandering about nursing a glass of wine a requisite part of socializing, and so -- "digs wine." He is, indeed, doing the wandering thing. (Occasionally, he looks around to make sure Break isn't on the floor with a fresh hole in his head, or something.)

He smiles and nods politely at anyone who makes eye contact, and wonders if he should go stand idly in a corner until dinner, but -- probably not.]

[knowledgeably]

[ It seems that Barma has emerged from the batcave attic new home he's made for himself on the fourth floor of the Phantomhive-Trancy estate to join this shindig.

Except he's taken to sitting by himself in a squishy seat, off to the side of the room somewhere. There's a glass of wine in his hand that he'd half-mindedly accepted and taken a sip or two from, and in the other, his fan. He seems to be fanning himself in some attempt to keep himself awake, but unsuccessfully. The motions are lazy and slow, and every so often stop entirely as his lids droop - though not for long, as he'll blink himself awake as soon as it happens.

Please pardon him. He discovered Wikipedia earlier this week. ]

[his_own_will]

[ Oz waits just outside the door of the drawing room, checking his hair in the hallway mirror and and straightening his shirt and jacket. It's a little strange too considering (yes, considering) that he's actually wearing full dress pants for once.

He's an adult after all! Even if he never did have his debut.

Eh...

But he can't tarry, nope. Not even a minute more. He's been sneaking out of the mansion after all, doing a little bit of side research himself and only just got back. His tree climbing skills are still just a tiny bit of practice. So, without further ado, he plasters on a bright smile and opens up that door. It's a party after all! ]

[The Kitchen]

[littlest_lord]

<sub>[This is where poor Gilbert and those who have been conscripted to lend a helping hand will find themselves most of the day, including when others are off drinking merrily and chatting. Of course he doesn't have to bake and cook everything himself (there are demons afoot, after all) but...it's Gilbert.

Try not to make his life miserable.]</sub>

[bosomist]

[Hannah Anafeloz is much like the graceful honey badger: Hannah don't give a shit. She is baking up a storm, because why not? It keeps her hands busy from having to pour drinks or risk ... incidents. There are a lot of cookies and there is also at least three chocolate cakes; Hannah is a fast demon cook. She may silently preening at her baking prowess.

Silently, she thinks perhaps she should help out with the real food.

But she also knows Ciel and Alois are fond of sweets and so ... all the sweets get her attention. ]

[retraced]

[And should anyone think to bother Gilbert while he's cooking (which usually happens) he's in the kitchen all day long. In his element. Be grateful. B(

Or, alternatively, ruin his day. That's probably the more likely scenario.]

[Dinner]

[littlest_lord]

<sub>[It's time for dinner, which means eat till your heart's content. Fancy dishes adorn the table along with delicious treats and food that's just begging to be consumed.

Try not to be a glutton! There's more than enough food and wine to go around.]</sub>

[retraced]

[Gilbert made this dinner and now he's going to freaking eat it! If he can stay awake long enough to do so...it's been a really long day.

He doesn't appear out of the kitchen until dinner time actually starts, but before he eats he makes sure that everyone else is served. He can be bothered while he's serving or after he's finally sat down to eat his own food.]

(squick warning!)

[maddeninghatter]

[ Somehow, Break has managed to make it through dinner. It's almost over, thank goodness. In truth, he would have left already if he'd followed his better judgement; slipped out quietly. But there were too many people here, too much going on. Enemies to spy on. Fascinating people - Jack Vessalius of all people! - to watch.

And people who shouldn't be worrying about him.

So when his left eye starts to move on his own, he doesn't touch it. He squeezes it shut; no one can see, it's hidden under his fringe.

But... there are too many people, glowing bright, reflected in his new eye. Even through his heavy fringe of hair, even through his eyelid - he can see.

It can see. All night long, from person to person, it's been zeroing in on its own. It wants... ]

GAAAAH!

[ He stands suddenly, gripping the table with both hands. ]

SSSSSSPPPPPLOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHT!

[ …it wants out. Sorry, Gilbert, Ciel, and Alois. Your lovely dinner table, spoilt by blood and zombie eyeball. Paging Dr. Franken Stein? ]

[After Dinner Shenanigans & Dessert]

[littlest_lord]

_{[Too full for dessert? Nonsense! Indulge in a rich dessert made by Funtom's finest and let your stomach settle. Whether you wish to simply read in the library or play a round of chess, keep each other company in the sitting room or go down to the game room in the basement for a game of billiards or mess around on the Wii, it's up to you. Make what you will of it!]}

[psychopath]

[jack is just plying everyone with wine. Exuberantly. Come talk to him!]

[motioned]

[And she's picking at a piece of chocolate cream pie absentmindedly, though she's smiling as well. It's nice to see everyone together like this, and everyone who had prepared the event had really outdone themselves.]

[littlest_lord]

<sub>[The evening seemed to be going smoothly all considering and then an eye had to roll down the dinner table. After vomiting up whatever Ciel had managed to consume during dinner he'd found himself comforted by two things and two things only - a bottle of wine and half a chocolate cheesecake.

Sure, it may look absolutely improper but at the moment, being on his third glass of wine, Ciel could honestly care less. A tiny fork is shoved into the slice of cheesecake he's currently working on as he sits in a corner of the sitting room, trying to keep his wits about him. Maybe drinking so much hadn't been the best idea after all...]</sub>

[his_own_will]

[ After that rousing end to a good dinner, he'd much rather take to the hall and find out exactly what's going on with Break and Gil and everyone else then stick around, but he's putting on a good show and a smile for both host and guest while he keeps an eye on the door. But even Oz knows that he'd just get in the way (for now, later, however, is a different story).

So, he'll just sit here and pick at a cream tart and drink his "juice" like any good kid should and hopefully, yes hopefully, cheer up a few people while he's at it. Honestly, Oz is starting to think he's bad luck at parties. or maybe it's just the pants... ]