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Day 308ish

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ While he's squabbling with the natives, it dawns on Will to send the link he just pulled up over to Hannibal's tablet. ]

I don't know if you saw these resources when you came in, or if you were focused on the more official items.

Thought maybe you might consider adding yourself to the Skill's database, at least. I do know how you liked to preen.

327; @betterhalf; text

[darkincrement]

[ Hello travel partner of House. ]

Do you still think the prophet makes masterpieces of the darkness?

@rephaitemercy - text

[tablewithoutpity]

The prophet herself is little more than a blank slate, upon which the darkness of the townspeople has projected its own terrible beauty.

[darkincrement]

You talked to her.

[ Seems someone had a successful venture with the ghosts. ]

Why the interest in darkness?

@hotstud_xxx; text; Day 327

[rubikscomplex]

[House waits until he's sure Will is finished talking to Hannibal about the plan before contacting the man, himself. He wants to get out ahead of Will because he's absolutely certain the younger man will try to make use of their companions to outmaneuver him in terms of the end goal of the experiment, which is to have House in the suit. It's the blood-draining experiment all over again.

The doctor's message comes through in Japanese. He wants to make triple sure Will can't understand this, even if he gets ahold of Hannibal's tablet for something.]

your shattered teacup wants to protect the broken bird
i think we both know that's moronic
any tips on what he's likely to try?
i don't have any particular interest in tangling with him at the finish line

@rephaitemercy - text

[tablewithoutpity]

[Ah, House. Hannibal admires the man's awareness of the dynamics of their little group. He answers in Japanese.]

Not moronic. Naive, perhaps. Believing the broken bird can be saved.

He believes there are alternative options. I would encourage you to cultivate that belief in a way that benefits you. Make him believe that you are looking for a way that will not end in your death.

text (cw: discussion of suicide)

[rubikscomplex]

he believes he is an alternative option
we've gone through this before
was he always this suicidal?

i think i can come up with an idea or two, though
can i count on you siding with me if it's a choice between him or me?
as much fun as we have together
i'm guessing you like tea more than feathers

@jwatson; text; Night 332

[jumpthegun]

[John's been going back and forth on this message. He's typed something out, deleted it, typed, deleted, typed, deleted, far too many times. There's a part of him that hates being this indecisive, so he forces himself to type something and not delete it. John does stare at it for several minutes to ensure it's not giving too much away. Just one doctor to another. It's dry, unemotional. Yes.]

Dr. Lecter, I was wondering if you might have a minute. I'd like your professional advice on something.

[Depending on the reply, John knows he can take that a few different directions, some of them having nothing to do with himself.]

@rephaitemercy - text

[tablewithoutpity]

[And what could this be? Hannibal has a few guesses...something to do with Sherlock, perhaps? Or the Joker? Or is it more personal?]

Of course, Dr. Watson. How may I be of assistance?

[jumpthegun]

[It takes a little while for a response as John tries to get it right. One of the benefits of text is that he can moderate what he's saying much more easily than a regular conversation. It makes... stretching the truth a bit easier. He's a dodgy liar at the best of times.]

It's to do with a patient. This is really more your area than mine, I suppose. But I'm treating them for a few other ailments, as well. I don't think it's anything Norfinbury's doing, so I'm hoping it's something that can be helped.

They've been having issues with anger, I think is the best way to put it. Impulsiveness. Thoughts of violence. I'd like to offer some kind of counsel on how to best deal with those. I don't really want to start handing out sedatives.

[This could be Peter. This could totally be Peter. Or Stephen. Sort of. ... Squalo?]

@jwatson; text; Day 344

[jumpthegun]

Dr. Lecter, when you get this, I would love to know what the hell happened. You told me you were going to stop Will and House, you didn't say you were planning on taking their bloody place. And with Beckett, too? What happened?

And are you... as all right as you can be? I know dying's terrifying here. Whatever your loss is, it only lasts a few days most of the time. A couple weeks at most.

Night 344

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Whether he is aware Hannibal is back or not, after considering how to phrase his question for most of the day, after lock down Will simply sends. ]

How do you carry your forgiveness?

Re: Night 344

[tablewithoutpity]

[It's well into the night...a very eventful night...that Hannibal has enough quiet to turn on his tablet. There's a message from Dr. Watson, which he passes over for the moment. The experiment feels so...inconsequential at the moment. And what does he mean, how Hannibal feels? Hannibal hasn't felt this good in a very long time.

Then he sees Will's message. He tilts his head, considers for a moment. He's been sated for now, but there is the desire to find his friend, the man he loves, and at long last indulge the deep homicidal urge he has felt toward the man since the first time they met.

But only fair to be honest with him, is it not? Will had dropped his forgiveness, unable to finish what he started. Hannibal knows he will not be so careless.]

In my hand.

[Newly cleaned and gleaming.]

cw: blasphemy

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ That was the type of response he was afraid of, to be quite honest. ]

And how is your communion with God?

Night 346; action

[jumpthegun]

Hannibal?

[Wherever Hannibal has settled in the hospital for the moment, John finds him. He comes bearing gifts! It's... not a lot, but it's a bit of dinner for the man. He's been trying to give the other man some space after what's happened... but he's also not particularly keen on leaving him completely alone. The memories of Luna and Quark, of Ecks' terrified face as she murdered John to prevent him murdering her, as well, have been playing on repeat in the doctor's mind since they'd encountered Hannibal last night. There's no way to make this right, but maybe he can help make it bearable? It's a distraction from the fact that Mary's not coming back and probably never will be.]

Hey, I made a bit of food, if you're hungry. Sorry it's not much. Tess showed me how to make chicken salad with the supplies from the school...

[There's a roll with poor man's chicken salad on a tin foil plate along with a fruit cup and cup of vanilla ice cream. John does, at least, know how to cook homely meals, so it won't taste awful, it's just not up to snuff for most refined palates. He offers a sympathetic smile as he moves closer and his tone is gentle.

The kid gloves are going to be on dealing with Hannibal for a while, at least until the man tells him to lay off. The distress of the situation makes John feel even worse about trying to test the psychiatrist with a semi-session a few weeks ago. Hannibal has enough on his plate, as it were, he doesn't need John's problems, as well.]

[tablewithoutpity]

[The first thing Hannibal did when he got into one of the single rooms was go into the bathroom, shed his bloodied clothing, and scrub them with cold water and dish soap. It wouldn't get all the blood out, but it would help. Then he washed himself, sponging the blood from his face, his hair, his hands. The water in the sink swirled with red, and Hannibal closed his eyes for a moment, just breathing. He could never forget what happened, the ugliness seared into his perfect memory.

He hung up his clothes, then put on his spare shirt and his damp boxers, and sat on the bed. He took out his tablet, and messaged Will.

It did not go well.

When John comes in, Hannibal is staring at the snow covered window. He turns his head, and smiles politely at the man, the smile not reaching his tired eyes, unable to hide his sorrow. He took the plate.]

Thank you.

[jumpthegun]

[John's brows furrow in concern.]

I... know it's not really my place, but if you need someone to talk to... [He bites his lip.]

I've been through this before. The town. You can't let it get to you, mate. What happened, what you did, it wasn't you. It doesn't really make it easier thinking of it like that. It never gets easier. [He winces.] But don't let anyone tell you this was your fault. Whoever you hurt, we'll handle it. I can talk to them for you, explain what happened. The death price.

We'll get you over to Mr. Graham and... it won't be okay, but it'll be what it is. I know he misses you. I spoke with him after you went into the morgue. He's probably gonna be hurt with what happened, but... if you can make him understand that it was for him... maybe...

[He trails off. Uncertain where he's trying to go with that. Hannibal and Will aren't himself and Sherlock. But John remembers the betrayal and hurt running deep after Sherlock returned from the dead.]

@godsend, audio, Day 348

[termineur]

[ There's hardly any point in maintaining radio silence now, right? ]

Well, hello there. Hope I was tasty, at least.

Re: @godsend, audio, Day 348

[tablewithoutpity]

[No point, no.]

Hello, Gabriel.

I apologize for what happened. Please believe me, I was not myself.

[Its true, if not the way most would expect.]

@LELRIC; audio; night 348

[armoured]

[The voice that comes over the tablets is high, that of a boy before puberty, but it's also firm with determination. He's carefully trying not to be angry, but there's still a slight undercurrent.]

Excuse me, Mr. Hannibal? I want to talk to you about Gabriel Gray.

Audio

[tablewithoutpity]

[Hannibal hears the anger the young man is unable to keep out of his tone. A friend of Gabriel's, perhaps?]

Of course. How may I be of service Mr. ...?

@Mnemonsyne; voice; night 352

[bookofnope]

So - what was it?

[Straight to the point. Beckett trusts Hannibal will know what he's talking about, or at least that his evasions will themselves be telling.]

Re: @Mnemonsyne; voice; night 352

[tablewithoutpity]

[Hannibal is fairly certain that he's referring to his "death price." Still, as always, politeness comes first.]

Hello Beckett. I feel I must apologize for Mr. Graham's actions, insofar as he intended them to be for my benefit.

@jwatson; text; Night 361

[jumpthegun]

[John's been wrestling with whether to actually bother Hannibal ever since they'd returned from the cells. He wants to check in on the man, but he's also looking for advice and he doesn't want to come off as just using the excuse of being friendly to solicit a therapist's opinion. But Mina's dead and he isn't sure what to do. It's another person he failed to protect. Another woman he cared about and who was relying on him.

He can at least lead with the business, and then get into the personal. That's probably the right order of operations.]

Sorry to bother you Dr. Lecter. Hannibal. Do you have a moment? I'm sorry. I know it's late. I just needed to check with you about something. It's... as regarding a psychiatric matter. I've been getting conflicting advice from two people I trust, and it would help to have a neutral third party.

text

[tablewithoutpity]

[Hannibal had likewise been thinking of contacting John after what happened in the cells, to see how he was doing, so he was pleased to receive a message from the man. The content made him frown faintly in concern.]

Of course, John. I am always available to help a friend. What has been troubling you?