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entrancelogs2015-01-02 12:13 am
avoirfaim) wrote in entrancelogs2015-01-02 12:13 am
( open ) I be on my suit and tie
Who: Anyone!
Where: The Ballroom
When: 12/31, 8 PM until the AM hours.
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Two parties at once? What? While Jo is throwing her less than formal New Years Eve bash, Hannibal is having one of his own. Formal wear required and black tie optional, any raucous party crashers will automatically be added to his mental Rolodex. Happy New Year!
The Story:
Chorizo poached in red wine, mini meatballs in saffron sauce, coconut shrimp in a tamarind ginger sauce, peppered tuna skewers with wasabi mayonnaise, bacon-wrapped dates with parmesan, endive with chicken liver pate and dried cherry marmalade, five spice pork rillets, sole goujons with paprika salt, blue crab beignets, and a variety of oysters. These were just some of the plethora of tapas and hors d'oevres that were making the rounds with helping hands and sitting on various well placed bar height tables around the ballroom. Luckily for all, no one in Wonderland has died of mysterious causes that have anything to do with him in the last few days, but the closets were happy and willing to provide what he needed. Only some of the meats are of questionable origin, but they are all cooked and styled to perfection.
What the guests don't know won't hurt them, only make Hannibal feel content about his own skill set and superiority.
The playlist he prepared for the evening to match the champagne and fine dining was a mixture of classical in major key and early jazz, flowing into one another with purpose and varying levels of energy. Where the drinks bubble, so must the music.
He smiles at Evelyn and Alana, dressed as finely as usual, as he pours them the first glasses of champagne of the night.
"To fine company at the start of a new year."
Where: The Ballroom
When: 12/31, 8 PM until the AM hours.
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Two parties at once? What? While Jo is throwing her less than formal New Years Eve bash, Hannibal is having one of his own. Formal wear required and black tie optional, any raucous party crashers will automatically be added to his mental Rolodex. Happy New Year!
The Story:
Chorizo poached in red wine, mini meatballs in saffron sauce, coconut shrimp in a tamarind ginger sauce, peppered tuna skewers with wasabi mayonnaise, bacon-wrapped dates with parmesan, endive with chicken liver pate and dried cherry marmalade, five spice pork rillets, sole goujons with paprika salt, blue crab beignets, and a variety of oysters. These were just some of the plethora of tapas and hors d'oevres that were making the rounds with helping hands and sitting on various well placed bar height tables around the ballroom. Luckily for all, no one in Wonderland has died of mysterious causes that have anything to do with him in the last few days, but the closets were happy and willing to provide what he needed. Only some of the meats are of questionable origin, but they are all cooked and styled to perfection.
What the guests don't know won't hurt them, only make Hannibal feel content about his own skill set and superiority.
The playlist he prepared for the evening to match the champagne and fine dining was a mixture of classical in major key and early jazz, flowing into one another with purpose and varying levels of energy. Where the drinks bubble, so must the music.
He smiles at Evelyn and Alana, dressed as finely as usual, as he pours them the first glasses of champagne of the night.
"To fine company at the start of a new year."
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[ alayne must be put aside, if the recent months have taught her anything and it is a hard duty for sansa was hidden for so long and alayne is so familiar. it would have been all that much easier, to tell him 'please, alayne, as we are well familiar' but it would not be right. no, I must be brave, she reminds herself as sansa had so often had done before, as my lady mother. ]
As we are well familiar.
[ a small smile. I must be brave, she thinks and the sentiment feels familiar. ]
It is very good of you to remember.
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[His smile widens as he reaches for a glass of champagne off the table.] There is quite a great deal of power in names, you know.
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[ said carefully. she always has the same sense with him; that he knows more about her than all others though truly it cannot be. she thinks, he must have known I was lying the whole time and she wants to ask but dares not. ]
Stone is the surname given the bastards who were born to the lords or ladies of the Vale. Yet some baseborn children never receive a surname, if they are born to to the smallfolk.
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[He smiles, staring at the bottom of his champagne glass.] Knowing a person's true name gives you some measure of power over them. I can see why you chose to hide yours as you did.
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[ she doesn't know why she asks, only that it comes without warning. he reminds her so very much of littlefinger that perhaps she will forever seek the part of him which is also petyr. it must be there, she has decided, beneath the wisdom and the carefully chosen words and the cunning ( for he is cunning, all wise men are, she had learned ) ]
for bringing the true one to light?
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[ at home, certainly. if she is ever caught, if golden lions shall ever come to close to claw at her heels then sansa stark would regret ever speaking her name and yet. ]
I do not know that I truly feel that. Only that I lied to my own kin and they are gone. I would deal them a second offense if I were to lie still.
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perhaps he knows that as much as he knows the value of names.] But if you don't feel the strength from your act, then perhaps the comfort that no one can rip the truth from you will suffice. And should they return, you'll be Sansa to them.
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[ said at once, without thought, as truth is so often said. surely, she would lie if she had thought of it. the lie would always be much easier than the truth but the truth has been haunting her for weeks and weeks since arya and bran and aunt lyanna have left. ]
They would know I've lied, that I've denied my family name.
[ and what if the mansion shall find a way to tell them she is in fact married to a lannister? surely, they would hate her. ]
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[It's easy for Gold to choose a lie over the truth, particularly in the name of self-preservation. he looks her over, expression confused, as if wondering what more could there be, rather than a simple denial of her true identity in order to preserve her life. honor and family name are important, but what good are those things if they hasten your steps to the grave.]
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[ at least, she thinks so. she would like to think that sansa stark has not lost all her value towards her family. but if they find out the truth, if they find they have made a lion of her -
she cannot think of it. for a moment, she looks down at her feet, remembers crimson robes and the imp and the queen and crying I won't, I won't. ]
I do not reckon so.
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Family is precious, Sansa. No one can hurt you like they can, but no one can love you as they do either. And I think not having to mourn a sister will be incentive enough to forgive any transgressions.