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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[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.