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IC - INBOX/VOICEMAIL/TEXT/THREATENING LETTER
Please leave all IC correspondence for Dr Hannibal Lecter here.
[she sighs] ...start small? The smaller the group, the better. At least to start with. Fewer people, fewer targets, fewer people to potentially spill the beans.
And, hell, it probably wouldn't hurt to have some kind of cover reason for people to be meeting, like a book club. No one willingly asks another person about their book club.
And, hell, it probably wouldn't hurt to have some kind of cover reason for people to be meeting, like a book club. No one willingly asks another person about their book club.
One should never give away their greatest weapon, that is true ...
[Hannibal presses his lips together pensively.] I am having difficulties seeing the way forward. I need more time to sort out an appropriate line of moving forward without losing the ground we have already gained.
[Hannibal presses his lips together pensively.] I am having difficulties seeing the way forward. I need more time to sort out an appropriate line of moving forward without losing the ground we have already gained.
...that could work. I wouldn't exactly enjoy pretending to be what they want me to be, but if it helps? I guess I could do it.
[ Will had made his way to the elevator that connected the Up from the Down, managed to make his way upwards and navigate the streets. Sure there was a guard or two that stopped and asked where he was going, but when he explained that he'd been invited they didn't seem to bother him anymore.
Coming to a stand outside of a tall, fancy-looking house, Will pulled out his device. The address was right, he just wanted to be sure before knocking on the door. Looking up Hannibal's contact and giving him a cautious call before even thinking about going up to the door. ]
It's me, Will. I eh. I'm at the address you gave me? Just wanted to make sure it's the right place.
Coming to a stand outside of a tall, fancy-looking house, Will pulled out his device. The address was right, he just wanted to be sure before knocking on the door. Looking up Hannibal's contact and giving him a cautious call before even thinking about going up to the door. ]
It's me, Will. I eh. I'm at the address you gave me? Just wanted to make sure it's the right place.
Well, no one says we have to be paper versions of ourselves, Ms. Crimsen. Merely that we have chosen a public forum that will allow us to ... seem like we are coming into line, even if we are not. Not completely.
Perhaps something like an airing of grievances round-table.
Perhaps something like an airing of grievances round-table.
[Hannibal was putting the final touches on the tea, when his phone rang. He eased the device up to his ear, as he put the water on the stove to be boiled. He could not hide the smile in his voice, even if he wanted to.]
Yes, I know your voice, Will. [He would know it anywhere.] Are there rosebushes in the front?
Yes, I know your voice, Will. [He would know it anywhere.] Are there rosebushes in the front?
[an attempt at a wry grin] ...so, not the time and place to tell them to get fucked, right?
There are indeed. You have very nice rosebushes outside, real cordial. Do I eh, wait for you to come to the door or?
[ Will twisted his face a little, though Hannibal couldn't see him do it, he could probably hear it in the way Will practically chewed out his words.
It wasn't some much that he was impatient, Will just wanted to get inside already. The Up was kind of intimidating, especially when people kept on looking at him like some stray dog. He collected them, he wasn't used to being one. ]
[ Will twisted his face a little, though Hannibal couldn't see him do it, he could probably hear it in the way Will practically chewed out his words.
It wasn't some much that he was impatient, Will just wanted to get inside already. The Up was kind of intimidating, especially when people kept on looking at him like some stray dog. He collected them, he wasn't used to being one. ]
[Hannibal wiped his hands on his apron, and in response to Will's question, a few moments later he opened his own door. A brilliant smile came over his face, in seeing Will. Any Will was a good Will, but one who did not hate him on principle? Priceless.
He gestured for Will to enter, and closed the door behind him. Drinking Will in with his eyes.] Hello Will. It has been quite some time, for you and I to see one another again in the flesh."
He gestured for Will to enter, and closed the door behind him. Drinking Will in with his eyes.] Hello Will. It has been quite some time, for you and I to see one another again in the flesh."
[she sighs] No, of course we can't. They've got so much hanging over us so they can manipulate us, I wish we could find out something similar about them.
I do not think we ever need to forgive them. We do, however, need a way to make them think that we do. It is the only way we can get them to let their guard down.
[Hannibal carefully nibbled one sandwich, and then sipped his tea. Dabbed at his face delicately.]
[Hannibal carefully nibbled one sandwich, and then sipped his tea. Dabbed at his face delicately.]
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