For lastvoyages: Tenth Casefile [video+spam]

[cannibalmind]

[Hannibal looks a bit tired and sad despite his otherwise polished suit-and-tie appearance. He is sitting at his desk, which has a sketch of Mischa sitting on it beside a stack of book on parrots.]

As an open offer to those traumatized by the recent and quite heinous attack on the dining hall, or otherwise dealing with "barge issues", I will be making myself available for counseling purposes between 11am and 5pm daily. I do not care about your status, and will be offering confidentiality that I insist no one else attempt to violate. [This means you, Narvin. His gaze becomes very pointed for a moment, and then he smiles, warmly but...regretfully.] Feel free to contact me privately if you are interested.

[private to the Admiral]
My apologies for taking up your valuable time, but I need to speak with you. It should be relatively brief.

[private to Lua]
Miss Klein--Lua--I find myself in a rather disconcerting situation. I think I just got hired.

[public, somewhat later]
Well then, this is odd. My cabin appears to have grown a bathroom.

[spam for pub]
Hannibal is working on a bottle of chianti that evening, slowly, glass by glass, but enough by now to warm his bones and make him feel a bit less dizzied by his recent conversations...and the decision that he has come to. He doesn't know if this counts as a celebration, but he is feeling much too regretful to be boisterous about things.