For lastvoyages: Spam for Deck

[cannibalmind]

[[OOC: This takes place after this thread.]]

[The racuous excuse for modern music finally drove Hannibal out into the deck, where he tightened his coat around him against the chill and looked around. There had been considerably more alcohol in that drink than he had accounted for, and so now he finds himself rather flushed and prone to...stroll...instead of properly walking over to the lift and getting out of the cold. Last time he did that he found Richie's rather overripe corpse. But chances are that he'll run into no such unpleasantness, and he is tipsy enough to truly appreciate the whirling sky.]

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[surrenders]

[ She wants to ask, but isn't about to keep making this about her. ] Could be interesting.

[cannibalmind]

Indeed. I will of course show you the results for input before publicizing anything. [He continues sketching quietly for a while.]

[surrenders]

[ She stays quiet for a very long time, her eyes fluttering closed and then jerking open a few moments later. No matter how much later she's awake than usual, it's rude to fall asleep with someone else. ]

Been thinking. Anyone you want me to look out for in particular?

[cannibalmind]

You need a rest. [He brings her some water.]

To be completely honest, I don't want you to go out of your way, especially at first. Right now we are gathering leads, and leads can come from anywhere.

[surrenders]

[ Her hand goes up to tell him not to trouble himself, but falls back down as quickly. ]

Wanted to be sure.