Dr. Hannibal Lecter

Ah hello, ladies and gentlemen. [Hannibal smiles urbanely, flashing a set of very sharp teeth dominated by curved fangs he's still sorting out how to speak around. His eyes have become staring and ophidian, which troubles him less than whatever is flopping around a bit clumsily in the background.]

It seemss that I too have been graciously equipped for the exploration of this peculiar Port. Unfortunately the same attributes are a bit inconvenient on land. My apologies to my neighbors for any [crash thump, mild wince] ...noise.

On the other hand I should be able to provide a formidable escort for your seafaring adventures. [He lifts his tail, which is serpentine except for the flattened end, and is a vivid black and white stripe like something out of a Tim Burton movie.]

...Dr. Lewis, would you care to play guess-the-species?

Ah yes, also. Once we're again underway, I'd like to host a salon in my suite. For those not familiar, a salon in the traditional style is an elegant gathering meant as much to educate as to entertain. Art, literature, ethics, philosophy, entertainment, and all aspects of our varied cultures are the sort of topics generally up for discussion. Light refreshments will be served; I am taking requests. I will also be looking for individuals to perform readings, lectures, and similar, instrumental music you would like to have played, and ideas on what people who attend would like to learn more about.

[His tail flops illustratively and knocks over a lamp. He sighs softly.]

At any rate, all are welcome who do not cause trouble. Kindly RSVP by the end of the week if you are interested.

[fairly liberal friends list]
Checking in. I do hope no one's become half jellyfish.

[warden filter]
Well. No point letting being turned part reptile keep me from doing some badly-needed housekeeping.

With Dr. Crane having left, I am as far as I know the only Warden currently qualified to make psychiatric prescriptions. I would like to volunteer to step into his role on the Barge, as well as providing general Infirmary support. I have been volunteering during crises, but it is time I take on some more formal responsibilities.

I will of course be continuing my work on breakfast shift, including the odd cooking lessons. Therefore I will make myself available for afternoon and overnight Infirmary shifts.

Mark Lilly and I have decided to collaborate on providing more comprehensive psychological services to Inmates and Wardens alike. Those interested in assisting, or receiving services, please let us know. At the moment our scope of ability only includes more mundane early twenty-first century Earth human options such as talk therapy, hypnosis, exposure therapy and medication, and I would greatly appreciate the chance to expand on that. Mr. Pinkman, if you are interested in joining forces on some level as well, you are invited to do ssssso *cough* so.

[private to Sandoval]
I have a proposition for you. [He's mildly worried, dude.]

[private]
Analysis of a specific subject was curtailed due to a massive influx of new and very personal material. I have been monitoring all of it, and memorized those posts which would be inevitably screened away once those affected came back to their senses. What an absolute wealth of material! Notes on several subjects will be forthcoming.

[public]
What an absolutely fascinating few days.

[private to breakfast staff]
Would anyone like a crepe-making lesson? They are very versatile as a breakfast food and are relatively quick once one gains the basic skill.

[private to Narvin]
Out of respect for my Warden I am giving you this one opportunity to apologize for your inexcusable and childish rudeness.

Use it wisely.

[private to Arya]
I made a point of avoiding your posts during the Flood and wish you to know that my respect for you has not wavered. You are an enigmatic and very intelligent young lady, and though we ended up thrown together by accident, I rather enjoyed it.

[spam for art room]
[Sometimes Hannibal had something too big or messy to create in his room, and thus he gathered up his materials and headed over to the art room. Even with the cabinets locked he had enough now that he could mix the full spectrum of paints and put them onto a canvas. He had just finished his paint-mixing, filling each of the capped chambers of his palette with a different shade, and pulled out the paintbrush he had gotten in port. It was a mere trinket to a non-artist, made of too soft a wood to be sharpened, but it was beautifully handmade and had wonderful springy sable bristles. Twirling it in his fingers, he set up a canvas on the easel and stared at it, considering what to paint first.]

[private]
Case Study One: Lua, last name unknown

Lua presents as a soft-spoken, considerate and well-mannered young woman, with some minor apparent social anxiety. Her presence here as an Inmate indicates that she must be guilty of some form of crime, although I have difficulty seeing her taking the initiative in such an endeavor. Although she is also naturally gracious, she appears to have a weak personality that is given to subtle passive-aggression. I suspect that she has been in at least one severely dominant and possibly abusive formative relationship.

[public]
[Hannibal is wearing a crisp white shirt with cufflinks, his tie loosened just so, a studiedly casual look for the dapper Doctor. He smiles briefly at the camera, warm and paternal, showing his small, even white teeth. His eyes are maroon and sometimes give back the light in little red points. He then sits back, folding his hands.]

Good evening. I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter. As I understand it, this name is not unknown to some of you. Therefore I thought it best that I drop any pretense and introduce myself to the Barge proper by my real name. Some of you may have questions. I am prepared to answer them, within reason.

I have but one request--would someone with access kindly allow me use of the art room and its supplies?

[private to Lua]
Well, that is done then. I do hope that what you learn of me does not shock you too terribly much.