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There Is A Dinner Party Right Across The Hall
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?
[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.]
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?
[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.]
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--But if you think that I'll listen to you say things like 'I'm going to die' and be willing to accept them, then you're even more of an idiot than I gave you credit for!
[He twists the cravat in his hand, blood soaking his gloves as he presses the cleaner side to the wound.]
Even if that eye was taken from you again - [or whatever the hell just happened back there.] - so what?! Things are different this time! Your left eye is right here!
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Is what he was going to ask. Because he should have died, that night, at Yura's mansion. He was going to die, but instead he'd been Pulled here. Here, he'd lived a sort of half-life, buried in grief and regret. Blind. And, without his Chain, useless.
Release the seal, he'd wanted to ask. But the words die on his lips. ]
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Gilbert, I need your help.
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It's simple. It's 'normal'.
It's also a painful reminder of his own selfishness.
He lets out a breath slowly and glances out the side window. Sirens won't be for a little while, they might still have time to get him to a hospital before they go off.]
This wound is worse than anything I can take care of...the hospital isn't far -
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Gilbert has been so small, long ago. Now he's tall. He had been so weak; now he's strong. And that is the natural order of things, for children to grow up and get stronger and care for their elders, when they inevitably falter. It is the way things are, it is the way things should be.
Break has always struggled against this truth, though he knows it well. But now--
He presses his left hand over Gilbert's, to aid in holding compression over his eye socket. ]
No. This is... no ordinary wound. Call Doctor Stein, you remember him, don't you? From the clinic.
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[Wow, suddenly inexplicable rage. Not with just Break for seeking out that lunatic to begin with, but towards Stein for doing whatever the hell he did with that creepy phantom eye. He will yell at you later, Break. For now he's fishing his NV out of his pocket with his right hand, attempting to dial on this stupid tiny touchscreen with one hand.]
I knew he wasn't a person who could be trusted! [He grunts under his breath as he finally locates the right number and dials.]
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When things have calmed down enough, though, the first thing he does is slip out and set off looking for them. He is worried; distraught, and to suggest any less would be a lie to end all lies. What's happened, is Break alright, what are they doing, are they even still here-- in the hallway, he allows himself a brief moment of panic.
Very brief. When he locates the room they're in he is in fact perfectly composed, if tense. He forgoes knocking; Gilbert appears busy, and Reim is more concerned with going to Break's side and hovering there, in his fretful way.]
Are you-- what is that. [Is that--a cravat? Are they seriously-- no, for goodness' sake- Reim is actually prepared for this. He has a spare bandage tucked away in his pocket, having anticipated the possibility that something might go terribly awry, and lo! It has.
A cravat. Honestly. He nudges the bandage against Break's hand.]
Stop soiling that thing. Here.
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[ It's Reim. Of course. He must have tended to some important details and then come hurrying after. How very Reim of him.
He's fussing. And worrying, clearly. Break is still in shock from what's happened... but his shame is beginning to set in, colored with his long-standing guilt. ]
Ah...
I'm all right. I will be anyway.
[ He ignores the bandage, still clutching the now-soaked through cravat. ]
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Yes, he will be.
[And moving forward to look at Break.]
Did someone bother to pick up the eye, or is it rolling around on the floor?
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It's taken care of! [He hopes...]
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It- was picked up, yes. [Pause. He adds, for the benefit of people who aren't this weird stranger:] Jack Vessalius has it.
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Doctor Stein, here at last.
[ He feels suddenly relieved now that Stein is working on him - probably inexplicably relieved, all things considered. But with that sense of relief comes sudden wobbliness. He's... he's just going to let go of Gilbert and lean against this wall here. Can he slide down it? He's going to slide down it and sit. Yes, that's better. That's-- ]
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[He turns and gives Reim an unspoken 'please take care of this' look before standing up and dashing back into the dining room. No Jack, stop.]
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[It rolled that way and Jack picked it up!! Isn't that helping! Why is everyone so upset oh my god Reim is going to take a step back and just stand here against the wall. why this]
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Try not to jump around too much.
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But why on earth would Jack pick up his eye?
Well. He'll save that thought for a moment when his eye isn't currently being packed and dressed. Now that the initial shock is wearing off, it's beginning to hurt in earnest. Ow. ]
You could try to be a little gentler.
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What happened?
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And then it--
[ How does he even describe... ]
You know the rest.
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[ Urrrrrrgh, the thought of it is making him ill. ]
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That's odd.
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Odd! That's what you have to say about it? Odd! What-- what?
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Well, I wasn't expecting it to just jump out on its own.
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1/2!!
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1/pain
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suffering complete
manpain combo
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so much manpain
more pain
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tada
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1/2... again...
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a combo and who is surprised?
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done
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1/2 this barely merits its own comment, fight the power
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