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sharp_as_knives ([personal profile] sharp_as_knives) wrote2016-06-04 10:45 pm

Jono and Hannibal's wedding, the Ritz-Carlton, Jono's Westchester, Sunday

Despite the last-minute change of venue - when they'd finally found a date that worked, the contractors had run into snags at the Boards, and they'd ended up in Jono's world, at a banquet hall in Westchester that it had taken all of Hannibal's persuasion and Jono's reputation to get them - they were set up beautifully. The place was wood-panelled, and decorated in rich fabrics of black and light grey offset by twists of saffron and dark yellow roses. Candles (electronic ones) flickered at the ends of each row of seats that had been set up.

The dining room had been set up in the same colors as the main hall – silver-grey tablecloths with black and saffron plaid cloth napkins, china edged in the same colors, and black vases with flame-like saffron-colored flowers rising up from them.

Look, Hannibal had been forbidden from cooking for his own wedding; nobody had said a thing about decorating!

The tables had all been laid out with prominent place-cards at them, to let people know where they ought to sit. Not that anybody was enforcing it, but if Logan and Karla ended up at the same table, it would be no-one's fault but their own.

Eliot Eliot had prepared plenty of appetizers for people to snack on while they gathered, found their seats, and made small talk with their tablemates. There were mini asparagus and gruyere tarts, tiny yorkshire puddings, and lavender and earl grey scones.

For dinner, guests had three options: Honey-soy broiled salmon, spring lamb with a cranberry, tomato, and thyme crust, or vegetarian shepherds pie, all served with smashed peas and roasted sweet potato wedges with saffron aioli. Because you didn't have a theme like "saffron" without it showing up in the meal somewhere. The wedges were served wrapped in a cone of edible rice-paper newsprint, ala classic British street food, complete with traditional wooden chip forks. Eliot had even shelled out to have a J and an H inscribed on each fork.

Despite pleading "not a baker" when Hannibal asked about the cake, he still prepared – or arranged to be prepared, in the case of the first one – a few extra treats for dessert as well: a traditional Lithuanian šakotis and some cream-stuffed strawberries Sophie insisted were must haves for a proper British wedding – especially one that fell right in the middle of strawberry season.

Over all, he was pleased with the results. He hadn't even had to use his appetizers to fight off a vicious contract killer with a grudge, this time. He just hoped that everyone enjoyed eating it as much as he'd enjoyed making it.
Hannibal Fortunately, the vicious killers were the ones getting married, this time. And neither of them had a grudge against Eliot.

Which didn't mean Hannibal wasn't going to wander through and smell everything ahead of time.

And give those forks and newsprint a side-eye. Such a side-eye.
Eliot That expression was entirely unsurprising to Eliot. "They're traditional, man, trust me. Jono's gonna get a kick out of 'em."
Hannibal Hannibal sighed. "I'm certain he will." And since Jono couldn't actually eat the food, he might as well get his kicks from looking at it.

He shook his head and chuckled, then held his hand out to Eliot. "It all looks and smells wonderful; thank you."


[OOC: It's their wedding day! Free to attend for anybody who thinks they might have gotten an invitation, or even those who might not have.The more, the merrier! Portalocity will make it easy for you, since they're hell-bent on making Hannibal happy. There will be hijinks within, naturally. We couldn't resist. Preplayed with the lovely and wonderful [livejournal.com profile] furnaceface, [livejournal.com profile] vdistinctive, [livejournal.com profile] atreideslioness, and [livejournal.com profile] that_oldsaying!]

Arrivals | Hannibal's dressing room | Jono's dressing room | The ceremony | BUT THEN! | Aftermath | OOC
furnaceface: (Fire - Head Bowed)

Re: Jono's dressing room

[personal profile] furnaceface 2016-06-05 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
//Pretty sure the only one of my exes who would point and snicker is Gayle, and she literally tried to eat me, once.//

... So she wasn't totally different from the guy he was marrying?

//Actually, the visit is a help. Seeing somebody I'm not marrying acting completely calm is a help. And this pinwheel--// He held it up. //... I might need help putting on right now, because I'm a mess, but it will also be a help.//

Re: Jono's dressing room

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2016-06-05 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Happy to do it," Dinah said, taking the pinwheel, and carefully finding a place where the lace of his shirt was thick enough and far enough away from his flames to fix it in place. "Barbara said to tell you it's worth it. She's not a telepath, but rolling down the aisle was kind of bittersweet for her. And she was half-convinced the wedding would be crashed. But she said it was completely all okay by the time they got to the reception." She kissed his jawline, and sent And you've got a lot of big guns here to help with anything that can happen, dude.
furnaceface: (Fire - Hm.)

Re: Jono's dressing room

[personal profile] furnaceface 2016-06-05 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
//Between Fandom and the X-Men, there is that,// Jono agreed, relaxing a little as he looked down at the boutonniere. //Shy of another Apocalypse, I doubt there's much here we can't handle.//

And ancestor or not, Jono would really rather he not invite himself to the wedding.

//Thank you. And I'll definitely have to write and send Barbara my thanks, too. You're both wonderful, you really are.//

Re: Jono's dressing room

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2016-06-05 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Awwww, sweetie." So happy for you, Dinah sent. Memories were overwhelming her: the first time they talked, on the roof of the dorm, with Jono playing his guitar, and Dinah singing along. The time in the Glacian War after the horrible poison cloud had seared his throat. Jono with a different face, Jono recovering from things, Jono being silly. She laughed, even if it was a little watery. "No thanks necessary. You're marrying your guy. That's all we want for you."
furnaceface: (sakura)

Re: Jono's dressing room

[personal profile] furnaceface 2016-06-05 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Aw, Dinah. Jono had to lean back a little, looking something somewhere between incredulous and amused.

//You aren't crying, are you? Ah, Dinah, the wedding hasn't even started. You'll get me going next, you know.//

Okay, so technically he couldn't cry. But he could still get all verklempt or something.

Re: Jono's dressing room

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2016-06-05 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"No! No crying! Just... teariness. Ahem." Dinah set the pinwheel spinning on his chest with a little brush of telekinesis, and grinned at him. "You think you guys will be back from your honeymoon in ten days? We're throwing a spring party in New Gotham, Priestly and me."
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Re: Jono's dressing room

[personal profile] furnaceface 2016-06-05 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
//I imagine there's a good chance we'll be back in time,// Jono decided. //We can't miss too many classes for it, after all. That's far too much of this summer term.//

Okay, sure they could. It wasn't as though anybody would particularly care, so long as there was a substitute of some sort. But Jono still didn't even know where the honeymoon was meant to be. Hannibal had kept that a good surprise.

Re: Jono's dressing room

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2016-06-05 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Keep it in mind, then." Dinah squeezed his hand. "I'll go find a seat now. I got your back, just remember that when you're freaking your way down the aisle." She gave him a cheerful grin. "And I expect a dance at the reception."
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Re: Jono's dressing room

[personal profile] furnaceface 2016-06-05 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
//Just so long as Hannibal gets his turn first,// Jono replied, squeezing her hand back and then reaching up to ping his little pinwheel with one finger again. //I guess I'll see you out there, then. And thank you for being here, luv. I really mean that.//

... Which was why he kept saying it.

Still nervous, yes.

Re: Jono's dressing room

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2016-06-05 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Another hard squeeze of her fingers. Always. Go get 'em, Jono. You got this.