Dr. Hannibal Lecter (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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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He watches, unmoving and unmoved.
"It's food, made with meat from the refrigerators."
I don't know what you're talking about, you're going to have to be more specific hangs in the air like a subtitle. If it comes off entirely condescending it wouldn't be too far off from the truth. Condescension and calculated curiosity are both in his nature.
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Kaneki relaxes at that, though that doesn't resolve the issue, nor does it make it any easier to ask his next question. His expression shifts, calculating, but he really can't think of a way to get what he wants from Hannibal without exposing himself in the process.
"Why are you using human meat? And in something you're feeding to people who have no idea."
Unless half of Wonderland's residents are cannibals and no one let him in on that secret.
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"If you think the meat is human, why are you eating it?"
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"If you answer my question, I'll answer yours."
Kaneki can only hope that Hannibal is interested enough in his answer to agree to that. They were on unequal footing from the beginning, that's quite obvious. His only real alternatives are threats of violence or blackmail; he refuses to attack Hannibal if he doesn't have to, and he suspects that he wouldn't be able to successfully blackmail someone if he tried.
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"I will, but you're going to have to answer first."
Otherwise you have no ground to stand on, Kaneki. Never try to corner a viper and expect not to get bit.
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"I can't eat anything else."
That's the simplest way to put it, and it really doesn't explain much. Kaneki wants to play his cards close on this one, though.
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That is hardly an answer, Kaneki. Consider his interest piqued, as a medical professional.
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Having done it before doesn't make it any easier, though.
"My...species"--it's such a strange word to use when describing himself--"can only survive by eating human flesh."
He hopes that will be enough information, but somehow, he doubts it.
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He's curious, of course, about the physiology behind Kaneki's...dietary restriction, but that's a project for another day.
"Then I don't believe we have a problem. Unless you intend to tell someone about this."
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He subsides for a couple of seconds, gathering himself, before he presses Hannibal.
"You haven't answered me yet." Implied is the unspoken threat that he might go ahead and tell someone if Hannibal doesn't hold up his end of things. He gestures at what remains of the hors d'oeuvres he was eating. "Why are you serving this kind of thing to people?"
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People lie when they're afraid, but Hannibal Lecter has always been a supporter of honesty in one way or another. Honesty has nothing to be afraid of. That is the absolute truth of it, after all.
"Would you like me to prepare you something else?"
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"...No."
He could add that cooked meat doesn't seem to sit as well with him as raw, but it's probably best not to give too many details out if he can help it.
"I'd normally say I appreciate the offer, but..."
He doesn't want to be rude outright, so he lets that thought trail off.