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lastvoyages[Hannibal Lecter sits primly at his artist's desk. Behind him are several sketches pinned to his workboard, mostly anatomical pencil sketches but a few bits and pieces from his Tarot collection. Dominating them all is an exploded view of a startled-looking Narvin's head. Weirdly, several of the drawings have been "improved" by being colored in in a childish hand.]
[Hannibal's hands are folded in front of him, and have been bandaged. There is a manic light in the back of his eyes and a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead, but other than that he is impeccably dressed and composed.]
Interesting experiences, these Floods.
[private to Rorschach, Mr. Pink, Claire, Dean, and Mark Hoffman]
It seems that I owe you a debt of honor.
[spam for kitchens]
[Hannibal is paying an unusual amount of attention to the blood dispensers as he takes a late night cleaning shift. There must be a way to get at the contents....]
[Hannibal's hands are folded in front of him, and have been bandaged. There is a manic light in the back of his eyes and a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead, but other than that he is impeccably dressed and composed.]
Interesting experiences, these Floods.
[private to Rorschach, Mr. Pink, Claire, Dean, and Mark Hoffman]
It seems that I owe you a debt of honor.
[spam for kitchens]
[Hannibal is paying an unusual amount of attention to the blood dispensers as he takes a late night cleaning shift. There must be a way to get at the contents....]
