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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[maddeninghatter]

[ Taller than he is, though not as tall as Gilbert, this man. Neither sturdy nor slight in his build. He releases the man's arm; he's found out what he wanted, and besides - it's time for a sip of tea. While he sips, he thinks:

The 'boys' are obviously Lords Trancy and Phantomhive. This man knows them well - familiarly. However, Break has been living here over two months and never met the man before, nor heard him on the network (which he monitors obsessively - though not quite as much over the last few days, for various reasons).

People have been arriving in Port recently, many of them who've been here before. Therefore, it's worth a guess... ]

Don't mind if I do~♥ To congratulate you on your return to Siren's Port.

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[psychopath]

[now Jack is really confused. The man hadn't greeted him by name, but he knew that he was back; he'd told nobody save the boys and Gilbert that he was here. It's either he should know this man, or he's very good at deducing things.

Both things make him want to upend the wine on the man's head.]

[psychopath]

My lord flatters me quite so, [and he hands the glass of wine over, smiling, wriggling out of the man's grasp, other hand out for his teacup.] and a return to this place hardly seems like a cause for celebration.

How do you know the Earls? [AND WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ HEH ]

On the contrary - you flatter meeeeeeeee.

[ Break suspects his new acquaintance might be doing something like offering his glass; but he can't see it, and doesn't want to fumble. Time for distraction. He sets his teacup and saucer down on an adjoining table and bows low. ]

I am no lord - I am but a humble servant.

[psychopath]

[brb seriously weirded out. Jack's brow knits and he stares at the top of the man's head.]

Oh, oh goodness. Please stand up, you shouldn't bow to me if you are!

[FINE.] May...I have your name then?

[maddeninghatter]

[ He contemplates playing the SOB DON'T YOU REMEMBER ME game, which he's seen play out so many times, here at Siren's Port.

But that is more of a risk, as this man seems to recall his time at Siren's Port. So Break, as he stands up again, smiles brilliantly and chirps: ]

Xerxes Break, at your service~♥

[psychopath]

[I don't know you mister, I only know that I like your eye, and I am extremely weirded out by how chummy you're being.]

Jack Vessalius, enchanted!

my body is ready

[maddeninghatter]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister Vessali--

[maddeninghatter]

[ What? What? Jack Vessalius, did he say Jack Vessalius? ]

[maddeninghatter]

[ Jack…

The Core brings back the dead, he knows this - oh, how he knows it! But one so dead as this? Yet Jack had been here before, Ciel had told him so, Gilbert as well. ]

[maddeninghatter]

[ This could be the chance he'd been searching for, ever since he had been forced to destroy Cheshire's bell. The truth of a hundred years ago. He had turned the scenario over and over in his mind, what he would do if Jack really did reappear here… ]

[maddeninghatter]

[ But this… hadn't actually been the plan… So far, he's played the fool - a creepy fool, no less. What to do, what to do? ]

[maddeninghatter]

[ … ]

combo complete

[maddeninghatter]

[ Roll with it! ]

--Mister Vessalius. My, myyyyyy - I've heard of you, actually. ♥

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[psychopath]

[Oh- oh! That means either he's heard of Jack from Ciel, or he's heard of Jack from his home. Or both.]

[psychopath]

[Internally, Jack wants to tie him to a chair and make him talk, spill his heart and soul and tell him

Is the Will all right?

Is she still alive and does she still ask for him?

Will she still grant that wish of his, will the Core hear him and help deliver that wretched world to-

Jack is hard-pressed not to interrogate Break right then and there.]

done

[psychopath]

Ah, goodness, really?

[He looks down, seemingly quite shy about it.]

Should I ask?

[maddeninghatter]

Why, yes~! Lord Phantomhive speaks highly of you. He called you... let me see...

[ He makes a show of thinking, tapping a gloved finger against his cheek. ]

"A self-sacrificing fool."

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[psychopath]

[Jack arches a brow, before chuckling, almost indulgent.]

Oh, that boy, such a way with words. Alas- he doesn't lie, Xerxes.

[psychopath]

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss will always, always stare back.

[maddeninghatter]

The "abyss."

[ A slight inflection on the word, as if he's speaking metaphorically. ]

Mooooooost people want to escape from a place like that~.

[1/2]

[psychopath]

[I AM GOING TO BREAK YOUR FACE, SIR. Jack flinches, involuntarily, and fingers tightening around his wineglass.]

[psychopath]

Some people can't, you know.

[maddeninghatter]

[ Wryly ]

Some people deserve it.

[psychopath]

I spent the better part of a century—!

[If they had been alone, Jack would have backhanded the crap out of this man already. He takes a deep breath and calms himself.]

Let me ask you something first, we might be misunderstanding each other. Do you know Oz Vessalius?