A Private Dining Room, The Estate, Glacia

[glacial_queen]

The small dining room that Karla had set aside for her 'out of town' guests to dine in tonight was one of the ones they hadn't gotten around to denuding of Ludmilla's and/or Hobart's horrible taste in decor yet. Karla had chosen it deliberately, figuring her friends might get a kick out of how completely hideous it was. Everyone knew that extravagantly tacky surroundings aided digestion, right?

Well, Karla was a Healer. She's swear to it, anyway.

And, who knew? Maybe she'd give everyone a souvenir or something! 'I came to Karla's coronation and all I got was this ugly figurine.'

This was how they knew she cared!

Tomorrow was for long, boring speeches and painful formality. Tonight, she was looking forward to just hanging out with friends, having a good time, and threatening to make people sleep in some of the bedrooms that had thus far escaped redecoration.

Any question where Glacia's treasury had wandered off to?

[Open for pretty much anyone who wanted to be invited for the coronation that's absolutely not happening tomorrow! Up early for mega SP, because SP is wonderful. NFB for off-island shenanigans.]

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[warren-jr.livejournal.com]

Warren took a moment to glance at... the large blue man, considered the fact that he was looking at a large blue man, and then decided it was no stranger than some of the things he'd seen in the past little while, his own son included, and simply nodded.

"Well, it is good to see my son associating with upstanding individuals such as yourself," he decided. "Not that these Kaeleeran folk aren't, of course, but a doctor from Earth is at least something I can properly appreciate."

[sharp_as_knives]

Very few people could properly appreciate Hannibal, Warren; he didn't think you were one of them.

Hannibal smiled. "I do my best to be as upstanding as possible. After all, one must be careful of their reputation."

[warren-jr.livejournal.com]

Oh, Warren understood that well enough. After the whole fiasco with the mutant cure, the Worthington name was limping along, struggling to repair that reputation it once had.

It was possible that his son wasn't actually missing out on much, being here.

"Indeed," he agreed, nodding faintly. "It's remarkable just how much of a man's worth really rests in his reputation."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Mm." Hannibal nodded gravely. "Society can be extremely cut-throat."

[warren-jr.livejournal.com]

"That's the nature of it," Junior agreed, shaking his head a little. "Humanity will always be full of sharks. They wait for a person to wander into deeper water, when there's no hope of reaching shore again, and that's when they'll strike."

He smiled, an almost wry look that his son had clearly inherited from him.

"If you'll forgive the metaphor, of course."

[sharp_as_knives]

"And in some places they fall from the sky and ambush you in the streets," Hannibal answered dryly. "Though perhaps that metaphor only works on the island."