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.

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."

[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.

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."

[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)

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.

[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.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Bossuet smiles a bit. "Ah, hallo. I expect someone medical will come along and chase me away with a broom shortly, they always have opinions about visitors, but I thought I'd stop in."

This is what future medicine has to do to pull someone back from a few gunshots? Then poor old Combeferre and Joly, with their linen bandages and surgeon's saws, they never even had a chance at stopping Death at the barricade.

[cook_the_rude]

"They always do that," Dr. Lecter agrees. "It's good to see you. A former friend from my world was very angry with me."

[cook_the_rude]

"I am," Hannibal assures her. "My lungs are going to inflate again, and then I'll be as good as new."

[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.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Lesgle can appreciate a good understatement.

"Quite expressively so. I would say, next time a duel might serve the purpose, or at least be less startling to bystanders, but no one ever wants post-hoc advice from well-meaning ill-informed friends. I've brought a bottle of wine, which the doctors will probably confiscate and drink themselves; shall I come again later with something to read?"

He's not about to ask a hundred questions, under these circumstances--at least, not of Lecter.

[cook_the_rude]

"In a day or two, I'd be very grateful for a book," Dr. Lecter says. "And I don't think she'd have stopped to propose a duel. She was in an acute state of extreme wrath. I -- might just have told her that our association, such as it was, was over and she'd do best to just walk away. But she wouldn't."

[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.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Ah, 'Hell hath no fury?'" He gives Lecter a brief thoughtful look. That doesn't exactly explain Lecter's appearance in the bar recently with sticking-plasters on his face. What had he said? Something in his world blew up?

Well. Bossuet smiles a cheering smile. "I'll bring an assortment, both scandalous and morally improving, and you can find the balance that suits."

[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Lecter smiles a little. "I'd be very grateful for a scandalous cookbook," he says. "On the culinary excesses of the ancien régime, perhaps?"

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

That gets a laugh. "I will see what the Bar can provide. I expect it exists; people always do want to hear about royals spending money. --I won't keep you up, you look like a man who could use a few decades' rest; but are there any other errands I can run for you? Messages delivered, things fetched or carried?"

[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.

[cook_the_rude]

"Thank you, but everything is well for the moment," Dr. Lecter says. "Thank you for coming to see me. Believe me, it is greatly appreciated.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal opens his eyes and looks at the cat stretching.

"Good morning, my friend," he says quietly.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

He smiles, warmly despite misgivings. "Yes, I can see how everything is well. --I'll come back tomorrow, then, with entertainment, and I hope things will be closer to well. Good night, Dr. Lecter."

[mogget_cat]

"Your breathing has improved much already," murmurs the cat, twisting over to look at him. "Good morning, Dr. Lecter."

[cook_the_rude]

"Thank you, and good night, Bossuet," Dr. Lecter says, closing his eyes.

[cook_the_rude]

"My lungs are re-inflating," Dr. Lecter says. "She shot holes in them."