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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[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."

[repositorian]

"Was it related at all to whether or not you plan to screw Will Graham?" she asks.

[cook_the_rude]

"In a way," Hannibal says, smirking, "that is open to interpretation. Yes. You might say so."

[repositorian]

"I'm pretty sure the thought has entered your mind," Kate says, finding the ladder up to the mezzanine. "Man, this is nice. Almost like the one at the Fox Theatre in Atlanta. Beautiful mezzanine there too."

[cook_the_rude]

"Do go ahead and have a change of perspective," Hannibal says, gesturing towards the ladder.

[repositorian]

"Promise you won't look up my skirt?" she asks dryly, as she takes to the ladder with relative ease and apparently no fear of it wobbling under her.

"Did you decorate in here?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Of course I did," Hannibal says. "And of course I would not; it would be rude."

[repositorian]

"You don't consider the whole killing and eating people thing rude?" she asks, wandering from end to end of the terrace.

"I like the colors. Reminds me of a hotel. Nice, inviting, clean, and overwhelmingly neutral." Except for the red.

[cook_the_rude]

"Which is why I have the red wall," Hannibal says.