DE: Halloween Free for all

[bjornwilde]

 [Leans up against 4th wall, all casual. Knocks over 4th walk.]

 

Oops.

Post in as yourself in Milliways (in costume since it's the day before Halloween), meet your pups, meet other pups, try out new pups, revisit old pups, start your own topic threads, whatever.

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[cook_the_rude]

"I do prefer a more traditional set-up," Hannibal says, "but then, you probably don't have an office of one and a half stories to fill with music as perfectly as possible."

[repositorian]

"You'd be right," she says. "I have a bedroom, no office. If I'm lucky it's quiet enough to listen to music. Your office must be pretty sweet, though, I'd love to see it."

[cook_the_rude]

"But you know it," he says, "theoretically. Don't you?"

[repositorian]

"Theoretically, yes," she says. "But theoretically knowing and literally knowing are two different things."

[cook_the_rude]

"You are a bold young lady," Hannibal says, smirking. "You'd really come and have a look at the lion's den?"

[repositorian]

"The only people who need to be afraid of lions are the people who act like prey," Kate returns with a hint of a grin. "And I try not to be overly rude to people, especially those likely to turn me into dinner."

[cook_the_rude]

"I think," he says, "that may be arranged. Bring your flute."

He gets up from the seat by the harpsichord.

[repositorian]

She raises a brow. "What, right now?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Do you think we'd ever get a chance to meet again like this, between realities?" he smirks.

[repositorian]

"Point taken, but if I'd known I was going to meet you I'd've dressed nicer for class," she says, looking at her clothes. At least she actually has shoes with her; they're low-cut chucks, but they're clean.

"And I doubt you have clothes in my size."

[cook_the_rude]

"You are quite well as you are, with your paisley tie skirt," he says, leading the way towards the door.

[repositorian]

"You know," says she as she hoists her bag up to her shoulder, and collects her shoes with the socks stuffed into the toes, "I made this thinking about you. Which sounds an awful lot more like flirting than it should."

[cook_the_rude]

"I am always happy to inspire the creative and gifted youth," Hannibal smiles, opening the door.

Beyond, there's what seems to be his waiting room: some comfortable chairs and historic prints on the walls.

[repositorian]

She laughs and follows him through. "Oh, hey, no waiting," she says. "Nice."

[cook_the_rude]

"One line, no waiting, very simple," Hannibal says, opening the door to his office.

It's evening, and only some small occasional lamps are lit, making the large space seem darker and more cavernous than it is in daylight.

[repositorian]

"Whoa," she says, looking up and around at the rather huge office as she makes a turn. "You always keep it this dark in here?"

[cook_the_rude]

"I don't like the merciless lighting from above some people use," Hannibal says. "I can see everything I need to."

With a gesture, he offers her a seat on the powder blue sofa.

[repositorian]

"Not minding that others can't?" she asks, setting her bag down and her flute carefully across the cushion beside her.

"It's a pretty cool office."

[cook_the_rude]

"The best," Hannibal smirks.

He wanders around and puts on some more lamps. "I light it more generously when I expect visitors, as needed."

[repositorian]

"That surprises me not at all," she says, amused as she crosses her knees. But she doesn't stay put for long, and can't resist wandering around.

"So what do you consider of interest in here?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Everything, of course," Hannibal says. "The question is, what is of interest for you?"

[repositorian]

"You, mostly," she answers. "Your office is nice, but it gets most of that from the man inhabiting it, not the other way around."

[cook_the_rude]

"Do feel free to ask me any questions," Hannibal says. "They can't be worse than the ones Ms. Write asked."

[repositorian]

"Oh, man. What did she ask?"

Because that promises to be a hysterical conversation.

[cook_the_rude]

"Rather candid and private questions," Hannibal says. "I am not sure she understood the answers."