Milli-timed to Tuesday the 28th - New Orleans Mardi Gras

[mogget_cat]

The bar room of Milliways is always full of sound - the clatter of dishes and clink of glasses, chairs being scooted back or further in, footsteps upon the floor, rats squeaking, the background murmur of conversations overlapping one another.

But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of an city alleyway, to a caucophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, the smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.

Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. His white hair is decorated with purple, gold and green feathers, his pale face partially hidden by a sharp, glittery cat mask of gold, behind which his green eyes are bright. Over his white shirt this evening he wears a shiny waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black. It's clearly party time, big time, show time -

"And then some!" he grins, seeing Milliways. "Fat Tuesday is upon us, Milliways! Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

Yrael will make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre, and the Bar can certainly provide a change of costume...



(ooc: The post will be open all weekend and into next week as needed! Usual party-thread guidelines apply! Tag in! Threadhop! Meet new people and get into trouble! :D Yrael will be around, but his mun will not be able to tag much until Monday evening. <333333)

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[just_cant_lose]

'You, and Yrael, and food.'

He can see the appeal of Yrael. Not so much the cuisine, though he'll deal with those two enjoying it the way they do.

'You should move out here while you're waiting for Will to show up.'

Jim grins at Sherlock.

'Hannibal's horribly in love, and his boy won't do the decent thing and honour the bar with his presence. It's cruel and unusual, I would say.'

But only because it's not a problem he has to suffer.

[mightbeagoodone]

"I'm sorry to hear that," Sherlock says, and hopes the boy stays far away.

[cook_the_rude]

"He's not a boy," Hannibal says. "He's the one person in my whole world who is actually a match for me -- just as you are to each other. Just because he is slight and sweet and scruffy, and a little non-neurotypical in an unspecified way doesn't mean that Will isn't a full and formidable man you don't want to cross. At all."

Pause.

"He's been to Milliways, but from a different point in time, and from a reality that has already forked from mine, due to the influence of the bar. My world does that."

[just_cant_lose]

Awwww, Hannibal is going to wax lyrical about his boy. It's so sweet.

'For the record,' he murmurs up at Sherlock, 'that is not how I sound when I'm talking about you.'

He says less. He likes that Sherlock's brilliance speaks for itself.

'I think your world hates you. It's hardly fair. But I'm also surprised you've managed to stay away from him this long. It's not like the version that comes to the place is going to give you any satisfaction.'

[mightbeagoodone]

"Thank you," Sherlock murmurs back.

How curious, though -- he hadn't thought the different realities could break away from themselves so much.

[cook_the_rude]

"I'm patient," Hannibal says. "As always. The prize will be worth it."

[just_cant_lose]

'But until then, you don't know you're going to get it.'

He says this with the lazy drawl, touched with superiority, of one who has got his and been got in return. Even if Sherlock didn't know it was what he wanted at first.

[mightbeagoodone]

Sherlock just keeps his expression mild. He would never flaunt the fact that he's happily in love. Nope, not Sherlock Holmes.

[cook_the_rude]

"You can believe me that I do everything to make sure I do," Hannibal says. "But the last step is Will's -- and that makes for a delicious twist of uncertainty in the whole set-up."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim chuckles quietly, and looks up at Sherlock from the position of his comfortable lean. Then he squeezes their intertwined fingers at his chest, sips his Hurricane, and holds it up to Sherlock's mouth.

'Sip, darling?' he murmurs, and touches another kiss to his jaw. Only then does he look back at Hannibal.

'Uncertainty is overrated in some matters. We've talked about this.'

Another smile at Sherlock.

'Will's a bit like you, love. On the side of the angels.'

[mightbeagoodone]

"But is he one?" Sherlock asks quietly. "That's the interesting question. If he's only on the side of the angels, he can do anything. But if he is an angel himself, all he can do is fall."

One empathizes.

[cook_the_rude]

"That depends on the fall he will take," Hannibal says. "One might argue he already has fallen."

[just_cant_lose]

'You hope he's already fallen.'

Will might have been 'better' than Sherlock was, before Hannibal got his hands on him. God knows where he'll end up. Jim doesn't care. He only cares about the man he's leaning against.

'But if he has, you'll have him forever.'

[mightbeagoodone]

"Some things are just inevitable."

Like accepting your other half is also your dark half.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal nods. "Like the connection between him and me," he says. "The only question is: Who, in the end, will push and who will pull?"

[just_cant_lose]

Jim grins.

'Just take it in turns, darling. Everyone wins.'

What, like he wasn't going to take that invitation? Set up an innuendo, Hannibal, and Jim will not back away.

[mightbeagoodone]

Sherlock huffs and murmurs, "You're rough," as he kisses Jim's hair.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal actually rolls his eyes at the way Jim willingly took up his invitation.

But he smiles fondly at the mere thought, too.

[just_cant_lose]

'Queen Bitch, baby,' he murmurs back to Sherlock, and grins at Hannibal's eyeroll.

'And maybe we should leave you high and dry on that delicious thought, Hannibal. You're quite obviously enjoying it.'

He is so gone. It is so funny.

'What do you think, Sherlock? Time to dance?'

[mightbeagoodone]

"It is," Sherlock says.

"Enjoy the parade, Hannibal."

[cook_the_rude]

"Thank you," Hannibal says. "Enjoy yourselves, too!"

[just_cant_lose]

'Always, darling.'

Of course, always. Jim grins, slips out from Sherlock's arm and disappears into the crowd, tugging him along after him.