Hannibal Lecter, visiting post

[guppy_sandhu]

If anyone wants to see Lecter, the opportunity is there.

He has tubes all over the place, and a sensor alarm in the bed that alerts medical staff should he try to bugger off or jump up at anyone, so you're probably quite safe.

[ooc: Standard Lecter warnings for blood, violence, and psychological manipulation, plus medical details.
Guppy will be keeping an eye on him for the first 48 hours or so, but feel free to have visiting medics come in to relieve him.]

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[vyvyan]

Vyvyan is looking rather cleaner than usual. He's even wearing scrubs, for the special job of making sure Lecter doesn't 1. die or 2. kill anyone while Guppy is in the shower.

He waits to make sure Lecter is awake.

He grins as small objects in the near vicinity take on a puppet-like form, his localised theatrical effect, starting at a whisper, and the beat becomes audible. Small puppet-like mouths on the knobs of dressers, a discarded coffee cup's lid, a blood pressure cuff...

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Vyvyan grins.

"And now, six of the grudge-bearers of Hannibal Lecter
In my rendition of the Cell Block Tango"


Puppets: "You had it coming, you had it coming,
You only had yourself to blame
If they'd have been there,
If they'd have seen it,
You bet that they would have done the same."

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Vyvyan: "You know how people have those little hobbies for when they're down?
Like Autor, Autor liked to play music,
Classical of course, not pop
But he got suspicious one day
And he was really irritated
Working on a little symphony
And there's Lecter
Sitting bold as brass, drinking fine wine and messing
Messing with people, never stopping.
The nerve of the cannibal.
He wouldn't let him get to him one more time.

He didn't pull the trigger, too crude,
But he'd have liked to fire a couple of warning shots into his head."

Puppets: "You had it coming, you had it coming,
You only had yourself to blame
If they'd have been there,
If they'd have seen it,
You bet that they would have done the same."

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Vyvyan: "Rae met Hannibal Lecter the culinary expert about a year ago
And he appeared to be delightful, and they hit it off right away.
So they started cooking together
He'd go to work, he'd come home, they'd have a drink, they'd have dinner.
And then she found out.
Delightful he claimed to be? Delightful her ass!
Not only did he throw spoons, oh no,
He cut folks up with knives
One of those cannibals, you know?

Alas dear Rae was much too kind
To bake into a cinnamon twirl
An added touch of arsonic."

Puppets: "You had it coming, you had it coming,
You only had yourself to blame
If they'd have been there,
If they'd have seen it,
You bet that they would have done the same."

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Vyvyan: "Now Gene was standing at the bar
Having a pint and some dinner
Minding his own business
Next thing he knows he's full of livid rage.
'He's been eating humans?' he says.
'Fucking crazy, he's been eating humans!'
He'd like Lecter to run into him on a dark alley so that he could kick in his teeth, bollocks, and any other part of his body that was sticking out, roll him up in a carpet, run him over with his car and then bury him in the middle of Manchester fucking United's pitch - but then some bird shot him, and he reckoned he owed her a pint."

Beat. Grin


Puppets: "You had it coming, you had it coming,
You only had yourself to blame
If they'd have been there,
If they'd have seen it,
You bet that they would have done the same."

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Vyvyan: "Le médecin, Javert a regretté
N'était-ce pas l'ami qu'il semblait être.
Un meurtrier! Une idée ridicule.
Il aurait plus rien à faire avec lui
Mais quand il tourmenté Jean Valjean
Il savait qu'il y avait un seul résultat pour Lecter

Il n'avait pas besoin d'appuyer sur la gâchette
Il le verrait en enfer"


Puppets: "You had it coming, you had it coming,
You only had yourself to blame
If they'd have been there,
If they'd have seen it,
You bet that they would have done the same."

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Vyvyan: "The good doctor Guppy, and you, had a double act
You were colleagues, friends, referring patients
He was quite taken in by your act
And trusted you further than he could throw
To keep people alive, not dead people,
Not being bumped off one right after the other.
Well this one night your demons showed
And his terror was entirely visceral
For you, victim choosing was a barrel of laughs
They weren't very nice
Very rude, was the reason.
You came back, opened the door,
Covered in blood and snarking
All for the world to be seen: the dreaded evil.

Well, he was in such a state of shock, when you got shot he could barely process a thing
It wasn't until later, when he was washing the blood off his hands, he really knew you should be dead."

Puppets: "You had it coming, you had it coming,
You only had yourself to blame
If they'd have been there,
If they'd have seen it,
You bet that they would have done the same."

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Vyvyan: "Alana respected Lecter more than she would ever say
He was a professional, tutor, a mentor
But he was always trying to find himself
He'd go out every night looking for himself
And on the way, he found Beverly, James, Abel and Will Graham

I guess you could say she shot him because of professional differences.
She liked their clients alive, and he liked them dead."

Puppets: "You had it coming, you had it coming,
You only had yourself to blame
If they'd have been there,
If they'd have seen it,
You bet that they would have done the same."

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[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

It's astonishing the things you can fail to learn about, living in a place, but even Bossuet couldn't manage to miss the whole business with the gunshots and the blood and the general shooting-of-people in the Bar. But he had managed only to find out who was shot a good bit after the fact.

He gives the future doctors time to do their future medicine, but yes, of course he's going to visit. With a bottle of wine, whether or not it's medically recommended.

[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Lecter is lying in that infirmary bed, chest drainage sticking out from underneath the covers, looking pale and almost inhuman with his eyes closed and his face expressionless.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Bossuet nods quietly to himself; he'd rather expected Lecter would be asleep, but then who knows with the medicine here. He sits down very quietly and starts writing a note.

Dr. Lecter--

Absurd to say something like 'I hope this finds you well,' but I do hope it finds you on the way to recovery. Blame the bar for the wine selection if it's terrible, credit me with brilliance if it's any good.

Yrs,

Lègle (de Meaux)

[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Lecter opens his eyes and looks at Bossuet, quietly. In this light, his brown eyes not only seem maroon, they seem read.

couple days later...

[electro_kinetic]

Coming tiptoeing in, there is a braided head of black, ribbon-straight hair; the girl all that hair is attached to is carrying a small bundle of origami flowers.

"Hi," Noriko murmurs to Hannibal. "I saw that lady shoot you."

Re: couple days later...

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal is better by then; he is breathing by himself, and there are less tubes and wires in evidence.

He is still pale, and his eyes are closed when she comes in.

He opens his eyes, and focuses on her, slowly.

"Hello, Noriko," he says. "Those origami flowers are very lovely."

Re: couple days later...

[electro_kinetic]

"Are you going to be okay?" she asks, concerned as she moves closer to the bed through the tube-and-wire obstacles that seem to be barring anyone from getting too familiar with the patient.

[mogget_cat]

In Yrael's opinion, hospital and infirmary rooms are always a few degrees too chilly.

With the coil of soft, warm fur that settles there some unspecified time of the night, at least Hannibal's feet will not get cold.

[cook_the_rude]

When Hannibal wakes up at some unspecified time in the morning, he will smile a little to see that his relentless watchers have been offset by a comfortably sleeping white cat.

[mogget_cat]

It sleeps very peacefully, despite infirmary sheets and blankets not being the most comfortable in the multiverse.

Eventually, the cat stirs. Languidly, it twists over onto its back and streeeeeeeetches, all four paws skyward, each tipped with curved, ivory-colored claws, and gives a mighty yawn, showing white, needle-like teeth.

So perhaps the relentless watchers have been joined by a watcher of a different sort. Yrael doesn't appreciate people hurting his friends.

[sunbaked_baker]

Sometime during the night, Rae leans in through the infirmary doorway. Just far enough that she can see Dr. Lecter in his infirmary bed, through the dimness of the darkened room. He is asleep, or at least seems to be asleep. His eyes are closed, and his breathing slow and steady. Motionless apart from the peaceful rise and fall of his chest.

After the space of ten slow breaths, satisfied, Sunshine retreats from the infirmary and returns to the bar room. It is enough. He looks to be recovering, but she would rather he not know she was there.

[cook_the_rude]

There is no reaction from the bed; if a nostril twitches, or an eye opens for half a millimetre, it won't be visible in the dimmed light. Hannibal Lecter's face is quiet and unmoved throughout this short interval.-

[herr_bookman]

Autor leans on the door frame, sipping his tea and watching the tubes move as Hannibal breathes. He frowns. Hannibal looks smaller to him, and the effect is rather disturbing. Autor never thought anything could topple the giant.

"You look awful," he ventures, returning to the relative safety of his teacup.

[cook_the_rude]

"My lungs are already re-inflating, thank you," Hannibal says. He opens his eyes, maroon as always, but looking somewhat tired.

[herr_bookman]

"Well, that's good, presumably," Autor says dryly, surprising himself. He crosses to the bed. "I assume they're treating you as well as you expect?"

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy has avoided talking to Lecter more than necessary, despite keeping an eye on him. A few days later he approaches him again.

"How is your chest feeling?" he asks.

[cook_the_rude]

"Better," Lecter says. "I can breathe quite well by now. Are you going to try and take the drainage out?"

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy examines both drains.

"Cough for me?"

[road_to_calvary]

Word gets around, even to people who do not come to the bar so often any more. When he hears, a few days after the fact, Valjean does not hesitate to direct his steps towards the infirmary. In part, it is because he wants to check that Javert did not make the man's condition any worse after he left last time, but also simply to see that the man is well.

It is, after all, when you face difficult tasks that God is most pleased.

'Monsieur l'docteur.'

However, he does not bow.

[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Lecter is already rid of the drainage on one side, and his lungs are re-inflating. He looks at Valjean, and smiles.

"Monsieur Valjean," he says. "How very good to see you."

[road_to_calvary]

He glances over the tubes, but they mean little to him. He avoids doctors when at all possible.

'How are you?'

A day or so later...

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

It's been an interesting little while since Bossuet last visited Lecter. He'd spent the early hours of the morning awake and staring at the ceiling, an uncommon condition with him. Conclusion: he's made an ass of himself already in enough ways that he might as well keep going.

So he's here with the book he'd promised Lecter, as well as a novel or two. Including the copy of Notre-Dame de Paris he and Lecter had accidentally stolen. He'd just as soon give it back.

Re: A day or so later...

[cook_the_rude]

"Good evening, Bossuet," Dr. Lecter says. He's looking better; he's only got drainage in one side any more, and he's breathing almost properly again.

Re: A day or so later...

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Good evening." He puts down the stack of books and leans against the wall with a rueful look on his face. "Bar knew just the thing when it came to ancien régime dinners; the book's more lavish with photographs of Versailles and portraits of Mme. Veto than with substantial food, but perhaps you'll find it entertaining."


((Augh, I'm going to be very patchy and slowtimesy for a bit, if you're okay with that? I have company this weekend.))