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Who: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Evelyn O'Connell, Cecil Palmer, Elizabeth, Lindsey McDonald, Seta Souji, Meg. Unconfirmed: Martha Jones?, Agent Washington? Alice Liddell? George Lass? America? Stiles Stilinski? Mr. Gold? Isaac Lahey?
Where: The Dining Room
When: The evening of 4/16
Rating: PG-13, CW for implied cannibalism.
Summary: Hannibal Lecter throws a dinner party.

A dinner party is not something to be taken lightly. It is the denouement to his great performance. Hannibal Lecter comes from on high to deliver a great feast, to feed the fine cows the innards of pigs, creating carnivores out of the unremarkable and shaping the circle of life and death in his image. The stage must be set for the actors, those fine meat dishes, in their costumes placed meticulously on select china. He had finished cooking most of the dinner at around 5:00, right when he had asked Evelyn to show up. The choices she gave him for tableware had been delightful, and he picked the right one for his palette.

He had asked the guests to arrive at 5:30, and he bustled around the dining room to prepare with Evelyn. Tables were pushed together and aligned carefully, a tablecloth draped upon and each place set. In front of each place there was a name tag. There were a few extra places at the end of the table, just in case of any emergency.

The dinner itself will begin when all those who RSVP-ed have arrived. Bon Appétit.

ooc: have some notes! This is only technically open to the people he invited to his semi-formal dinner party, party crashers will be frowned at and be added to his handy dandy dinner list. Not everything is Jesse, and if you want to know which is which ask me on plurk (I have one with all this information already done) or PM me. Obviously if I listed you as being in this thread you obviously don't have to comment in these are just the people he invited! If your character would have not RSVPed or they would have RSVPed and it just never ended up going down no worries, pretend it did! We can just pretend anyone who didn't show up isn't on that handy dandy chart up there.

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Souji cooks almost every day, but he's never even tried to make anything like these dishes. He can't even guess what went into half of the dishes he just ate, but it was all good. He might feel differently if he knew what some of the main ingredients were.

As everyone is finishing up dessert, Souji approaches Alice.

"It's nice to see you here."

Needless to say, Alice is, after all, an all around cautious person. She has made a point to keep to herself, never one for immersing herself socially. She feels safer observing, her more notorious habits of being near a wall, near an exit. Alice tenses as soon as she hears a voice, turning to Souji with a tense gaze.

"Why?" It only takes a minute for Alice to realize that, no, that's a genuine greeting. With a huff, Alice merely crosses her arms, "It would be the respectable thing to do to honor the invitation. For whatever reason."

"Is that the reason you came?" There's no judgment in his tone. He leans against the wall near her, giving her room.

She watches him, making sure that there's still a reasonable distance. She's a little too obsessed with space. Her back was braced against the wall, but now Alice has propped herself up just to keep an eye on him, "Yes," She's always been a blunt person.

"Under other circumstances, I wouldn't have. Not even the red queen's party."

"It was alright. Pretty crowded, but the food was good."

Souji looks up at the ceiling, resting the back of his head against the wall.

"What did you think of all this?"

What does she think of this? Well. She will keep it to herself, her real feelings regarding this and everyone else. People simply cannot be trusted and Alice is wise enough that she won't say anything, not yet. She's merely an observer in the mean time until she feels a little more comfortable or unless she's forced to leave the wall.

"It's a foolish thing to do with the red queen," She mostly says it to herself; in a way, she supposes as well that she might as well refer to herself in that regard.

"Curious. Nothing more."

Weird? Maybe. Alice is reminding herself that her standards of strange vary compared to others.

Souji tilts his head. He generally doesn't like to make pointless conversation, but it seems like he has to fish for topics with Alice. He's known others like that, though, and he's not ready to stop trying yet.

"What about our host, here?" He nods to Hannibal, whatever he's doing at this point.

He wants Alice's opinion. She has a way of looking at things that might bring some insight Souji's own approach wouldn't.

Alice's opinion is dreadfully biased; her first reaction to doctors and nurses will be disgust. This Hannibal Lecter will be no different, simply because of her past. There is, however, a deep, deep fear of Alice being seen as mad or insane, someone that deserves to go back to something like Rutledge. For help. And while Rutledge in memory would have easily brought Alice to her knees, she manages to keep her composure, even to her surprise. She's only watching, still on the fence to really converse. Maybe she'll say hello to him, keep formal conversation, that's all.

But there is no soul in this room Alice can trust and it may be sad. It is survival. The knife in her apron is also survival. For her, that's all she knows; she must fight, one way or another, just to keep her mind afloat, which is why Alice has no hesitation after purposefully adding in a moment of silence, after her green eyes critically observe every person in here.

"I don't like doctors," She confesses. "I care not if they proclaim their empathy and compassion for their patients, they're simply not to be trusted, nothing more. Then again, I trust none of you."

Souji's not surprised. He nods and pushes away from the wall.

"Fair enough. I'm glad you came, though."

What does that say about her, she wonders, as she glances out of the corner of her eye to watch his reaction. She was expecting some sort of level of scorn. The fact that there isn't is both intriguing and surprising.

"May I ask why?" It is not born of scorn, this question, only curiosity. Not surprisingly, Alice doesn't see herself worth of any concern.

"It tells me you're doing okay." Souji reaches across his chest to rub his opposite shoulder. It's a self-conscious gesture, though he's unapologetic for speaking his mind. "I usually only see you during events, so it's hard to tell then."

She sneers.

Alice on any other given day would have said something or just brushed it off, but she sneers. There's a deep, deep anger that's crawling up in the surface that almost tempts her to throw something or perhaps go over there and break a plate. Somewhere inside of her mind, she knows it's a nice gesture.

But her past dictates her otherwise, "Why would I not be?"

She knows she's distant, which is why she understands why Barbossa acts the way he does, "There are far, far worst things out there. If you perchance think that some of these can break people, you really really haven't seen anything yet."

"I've seen a lot." More than he'd have liked, and his tone communicates that.

He's not quite ready to give up, but he can tell he's approaching a line he really shouldn't cross. "You don't have to be broken to not be okay."

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