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

[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.]

[jokesonthem]

[--Oh right, those pins. Those many, many pins. Too many to watch Break try to find them all on his own, half-conscious.]

Can you sit up?

[maddeninghatter]

[ After the door has shut ]

Mmmm? Gilbert?

[jokesonthem]

[That's not sitting up. Huff.]

He just left.

[maddeninghatter]

Gilbert...

[ He sits up, finally, pushing himself up with his hands. ]

He's a good boy, Gilbert.

[jokesonthem]

You should tell him that.

[Beat. Can he just... reach over and... pluck out a bobby pin. Don't move-!]

[maddeninghatter]

[ His head nods forwards. Bobby pin access should be easy. ]

He wouldn't believe me. But he's a good boy...

Unlike soooooooooome people~

[ His voice is back to its fool's facade, though weaker and wheezier than normal: ]

Making an old man cryyyyyyy, Mister Reim. What a thing to do, hmmm~?

[jokesonthem]

[Reim moves closer, steadying him with one hand and taking out pins with the other.]

I already apologized-!

[Hnn. Those guilty feelings are coming back.]

I suppose you have a right to be angry with me.

[maddeninghatter]

I should think so!

[ He sits for a moment, leaning against Reim's hand. He's quiet, feeling the sensation of Reim's fingers moving through his hair, plucking out pins. ]

But... .

I'm not angry. Well - I'm a little angry. Angry with Lord Idiot-Hair, mostly.

[jokesonthem]

[There are so many pins, Reim almost regrets obsessively sticking them in in the first place.]

He didn't give the order to spite you, you know. If word got out about March Hare's skill...

[maddeninghatter]

Yes, yes. I knooooooow. I'm only a little angry~

[ The facade drops: ]

Mostly, I'm glad.

[jokesonthem]

[He pauses, and his grip on the moment's pin tightens just slightly, before he hmms and continues.]

Good! Now you can quit moping around like-- [LIKE SOMEBODY DIED. Never mind. He hasn't yet reached his quota, so:]

I'm sorry.

[maddeninghatter]

[ What irony. Hadn't he been begging Reim's forgiveness, that night? ]

So - I'm a bit fuzzy on the details. You and I both survived that night?

[jokesonthem]

["A bit fuzzy" wow, understatement of the year following this evening.]

Yes... [Lamely:] Sharon said we were unconscious for days.