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>

Comments

[jokesonthem]

[No no, none of this.]

Oh, hush. [That's for both of you, you're welcome.]

[retraced]

[He's just going to assume that was directed at Break, Reim...]

Even when he's asleep he's troublesome.

[jokesonthem]

[Someone is cranky and needs a nap. Let's talk about something else!]

What will you do after this?

[retraced]

[He winces as he realizes that he still has blood...all over himself.]

After I change my shirt, I'll go make sure that everyone else is all right downstairs. And search for that damned eyeball again...

[jokesonthem]

[Everyone is kinda gross right now, on varying levels.]

I hope they aren't in a panic... I tried to calm down whoever I could, but...

[WELL. YOU KNOW.]

[retraced]

No one would be calm after seeing something like that.

[How are they even holding themselves together right now.]

[jokesonthem]

[They've seen some shit.]

They'll be alright.

[retraced]

I'm most worried for Ahiru.

[His poor not!daughter.]

But Oz has probably already figured out the situation completely.

[jokesonthem]

[Hm, not a name he can immediately pin to a face. He nods.]

Probably... [...] Are you alright?

[retraced]

Me?

[Glancing curiously over towards his peer. No one ever asks if he's okay. ;~; He's touched, seriously.]

Ah, I guess I'm still a little shocked. Something like that.

[jokesonthem]

[Maybe it's to make up for leaving him unconscious on the floor the other day- In any case, shocked is better than, say, unconscious, at least. Props, Gil.]

Mm. A lot of things have happened...

[retraced]

[That had been a traumatic moment, okay?!]

What else is this idiot going to do before finally accepting help from someone else?

[jokesonthem]

[Uh huh...]

I'm sure it will be stupid, whatever it is.

[But first, he gets to experience being under house arrest again. Hooray!]

[retraced]

[Another couple of stairs here and they'll be at Break's room, gratefully in one piece. Unless you count the zombie-piece that he left behind down there.]

So long as it isn't driving again.

[jokesonthem]

[No, let's forget about that thing entirely until it starts terrorizing people at night.]

I'll keep him away from things with wheels.

[retraced]

[SCREEEEEEEE]

What if he finds a way to sneak out again...?

[jokesonthem]

Lady Sharon will have something to say, I'm sure.

[#tattling]

[retraced]

Ah - Sharon!

[He briefly glances back over his shoulder as they approach Break's door.]

I should go back and check on her too.

[jokesonthem]

[...she's going to be upset.... why this...]

Here, if you would- [Allow him to dump Break completely on Gilbert so he can step ahead and get the door open.]

--Please make sure she knows everyone is okay.

[retraced]

[He has to shuffle Break in his arms, but he's got him. The guy weighs nothing.]

I will.

[jokesonthem]

[Door opened, he steps back a bit. Please dump Break unceremoniously inside, it suits him.]

Thank you.

And don't say "it's nothing" this time-!

[retraced]

[He's placing him down gently......! Well, mostly. He's definitely careful with his head.]

You're welcome. [See, he can say it.]

I'll be back up to check on him later.

[jokesonthem]

[Good job. Now, Reim can begin hovering fretfully. Again.]

Alright. Ah- good luck with- [finding zombie eyes... dealing with a bunch of panicked people...] Well, good luck.

[maddeninghatter]

[ He stirs. Was it... was it all a dream? It seemed so-- ]

Ow!

[ He reaches for his head. Now that he's lying down, all those bobby pins are digging into his scalp. ]

[retraced]

[The strongest man in Pandora, thwarted by bobby pins. He glances over at Break briefly before turning and leaving, making sure to shut the door behind him. Time to go find that eyeball...

But before he leaves:]

Good luck to you, too.

[exeunt.]