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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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At least he asks something she can answer.
"I don't know," comes the honest reply, and Philip is exceedingly lucky that Evelyn doesn't assume that he's assuming the worst.
"I don't see why he'd have any reason to, I know he trusts me, and I trust him."
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"I couldn't quite tell if you were wondering." Philip shakes his head, vaguely apologetic. "All I'm curious about is the case, anyway."
That is to say, he wasn't trying to accuse Will. Deliberately, anyway. Only hoping that the the investigator had already made more progress than he apparently did. Only that between Will and Hannibal-- well, none of them get to pick the things they drag into Wonderland, do they? So much for more experience he'd rather not have in his repertoire.
"And even that can wait until--" He glances at his watch, grins a little. "--next year. Listen..."
Philip looks around. His tray tilts slightly in his hand.
"I should probably take this for another walk. My work hours are getting paid out in food, and I'd hate to disqualify for that treat."
Since their last conversation Philip has diligently practiced his telepathic sarcasm. He likes to think that the fruits of his labour are showing.
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"Go on, do your walkabout," she replies with a little shooing gesture, smiling back at him.
Philip has to keep up appearances as well.
"If I don't see you later, Happy New Year."
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He leaves her with a lopsided smile, and turns away to resume his duties.