Dr. Hannibal Lecter

 [The tinkle of a silver dinner bell breaks over the communications net and Hannibal comes on, dressed impeccably in chef's whites and with a wide, self-satisfied smile.] Ladies and gentlemen, I was fortunate enough to discover the very well-appointed kitchen about six hours ago. I took advantage of the most excellent food stores, and have come up with a variety of soups for your enjoyment. I do hope that you brought your appetites. Our selections today are chicken and rice, tomato basil, vegetable beef, vegetarian minestrone, and a Basque tuna and potato soup known as Marmitako. The line forms at the door. Unfortunately my assistants have all disappeared -- [He looks vaguely confused for a moment as he glances around] -- so I will require four servers to help me fill people's bowls.

[spam for kitchen]
[Hannibal will be here all Port, and will obsessively find his way back if shooed off. Unfortunately, his "assistants" were all ghosts, and deluded him into believing he was doing all that work with help while in fact they are goading him into wearing himself out completely. If not distracted, forced away or drugged he will eventually either work himself until he literally drops or become violently territorial of the kitchen space. For now, though, he is cheerful and industrious, and likely to pester people to sample his work.]

[Oh, and the soup is actually human-remains free, if anyone bothers to check it.]

[[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.]

[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.