For lastvoyages: Fifth Casefile [text]

[cannibalmind]

[private]
Blood Pudding, Classic Recipe:

• 1 quart human blood
• 12 ounces bread crumbs
• 1/2 lb. suet
• Salt and pepper, to taste
• 1 quart milk
• 1 cup cooked barley
• 1 cup dry rolled oats
• 1 ounce ground mint

Mix all ingredients together in a bowl; pour into a large kettle or Dutch oven and bring to a boil. Pour into a wide shallow bowl and season again if necessary. Chill thoroughly, until firm. When cold it may be cut into slices and fried.

[public]
What a fascinating study in casual human depravity. I imagine that several of you must be severely traumatized by the Admiral's latest idea of a quick vacation. If a sympathetic professional ear is needed, my door is always open.

[private to T-X]
I refuse to offboard at any more Ports without a weapon.

Comments

Voice; private

[buywithme]

Two and a half an inmate, and...a little over one year as a warden.

Well... in that case, brother, I'm glad that I needed your advice. I guess it must be strange, being able to do something that's...that's so good for people, and then knowing that you can never do that again where you originally came from.

I'm glad that you actually want what this place is offering you, Brother.

Could I ask what it was that you did, back home? [People don't tend to notice this about Prefect, but his tendencies to obsessing over his work have made him a little self absorbed since he was assigned to Barron, and honestly, all the public warnings about Hannibal have more or less passed him bye.]

Voice; private

[cannibalmind]

It is. I never expected that aspect. There are things I could do here, accomplishments I could attain and actual...good...[he seems to taste the word] I could do, if only I can work to earn local trust.

What I did? Well.

[How to explain? His rage is more or less under control under the TX's watchful eye, and he has been given much food for thought since coming here. So...]

I was, by any standard, a very evil man. My sense of revenge was...theatrical...and involved several deaths. [And sometimes he just killed people because they insulted him or were in the way. But that part he glosses over, feeling an unaccustomed twitch of shame.] In fact when I first came here the TX did well to watch me constantly. I realize that now.

[A soft laugh. It's easier to confide now that Prefect has done so. And he feels he needs to. Perhaps it's the drugs, or the pain, or just...the irony of it all.]

My turning points always happen at ports. First I found myself a benevolent, redeemed seller of potions, and then...died on an end stage world.

You know...I liked being the potion seller.