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WHO: Abigail Hobbs and Open! And one closed to Will Graham.
WHERE: Heropa, and a fishing trip.
WHEN: February, during the plot for the open ones.
WHAT: Heaven Scent affect, and a fishing trip
WARNINGS: None now. With Abigail, there is the possibility of thoughts of her past including violence, Stockholm syndrome, trauma and PTSD. Will update if needed.
A. A random store in Heropa.
Abigail stood in the shop, staring at the air fresheners on the shelves, skipping over the flowery ones. There was already a hint of something garden-y to her in the heaven scent that wouldn't go away. The next ones she saw were sweet summer breeze and summer splash. Was there a difference? Would she rather be breezed or splashed by summer? Neither; it made her think of being hot and sweaty. Not what she wanted.
Next, she saw the food scented ones. Cherry. Cucumber Melon. Vanilla. Citrus sparkle. Ugh. Would that spray glitter too? That would be unfair to her roommates, and she had enough issues around food already, she didn't want to associate the stink with food. Crisp morning air. That might work. She picked up the tester that the store had available and gave it a little spray, then a more generous spray. No luck. She could still smell it, and now something else too that didn't make her think of the morning.
Lastly, she tried the unscented one. It didn't make it any worse, but not any better either. Oddly, she found herself wishing Hannibal was there. He would know what would work. "Darn it." She said to no one in particular.
B. A park near the Van Don't Gogh Art Shoppe
Abigail finished her shift for the day and made her way to the park. She sat down on a bench and took out the meal she brought with her along a small knife. It wasn't sharp - for most people, it would barely cut through anything. She had planned to use to spread a butter on her bread when a spark of inspiration struck her. She picked up pieces of fruit and began to cut them into the shape of elaborate roses. One of the benefits of her knife skills. She hummed as she worked, in an uncharacteristically very happy mood. Anyone entering the park would get a bright smile from her and a "Hello.".
C. Fishing trip, closed to Will Graham, dated to when they agreed to go.
Abigail followed Will to the fishing spot. She was being quiet, watching and thinking of what to say to learn what was on his mind. As she had done with her father's victims, learning everything she could without revealing anything about herself. It seemed strange to do the same thing to the man who saved her life and tried to save it a second time. And yet, it was how she coped with any new experience. The fishing was new, but more importantly how she viewed Will was new. She needed to move beyond seeing him as something other than the man who killed her father, the man who could think like her father, the substitute father that Hannibal had built up in her mind or the hero. It was time to learn who Will was a person, separate from the influence of others in her past.
"Did you ever teach anyone else how to fish?" She asked. It was a simple question, that might shed some light onto how he regarded her.
WHERE: Heropa, and a fishing trip.
WHEN: February, during the plot for the open ones.
WHAT: Heaven Scent affect, and a fishing trip
WARNINGS: None now. With Abigail, there is the possibility of thoughts of her past including violence, Stockholm syndrome, trauma and PTSD. Will update if needed.
A. A random store in Heropa.
Abigail stood in the shop, staring at the air fresheners on the shelves, skipping over the flowery ones. There was already a hint of something garden-y to her in the heaven scent that wouldn't go away. The next ones she saw were sweet summer breeze and summer splash. Was there a difference? Would she rather be breezed or splashed by summer? Neither; it made her think of being hot and sweaty. Not what she wanted.
Next, she saw the food scented ones. Cherry. Cucumber Melon. Vanilla. Citrus sparkle. Ugh. Would that spray glitter too? That would be unfair to her roommates, and she had enough issues around food already, she didn't want to associate the stink with food. Crisp morning air. That might work. She picked up the tester that the store had available and gave it a little spray, then a more generous spray. No luck. She could still smell it, and now something else too that didn't make her think of the morning.
Lastly, she tried the unscented one. It didn't make it any worse, but not any better either. Oddly, she found herself wishing Hannibal was there. He would know what would work. "Darn it." She said to no one in particular.
B. A park near the Van Don't Gogh Art Shoppe
Abigail finished her shift for the day and made her way to the park. She sat down on a bench and took out the meal she brought with her along a small knife. It wasn't sharp - for most people, it would barely cut through anything. She had planned to use to spread a butter on her bread when a spark of inspiration struck her. She picked up pieces of fruit and began to cut them into the shape of elaborate roses. One of the benefits of her knife skills. She hummed as she worked, in an uncharacteristically very happy mood. Anyone entering the park would get a bright smile from her and a "Hello.".
C. Fishing trip, closed to Will Graham, dated to when they agreed to go.
Abigail followed Will to the fishing spot. She was being quiet, watching and thinking of what to say to learn what was on his mind. As she had done with her father's victims, learning everything she could without revealing anything about herself. It seemed strange to do the same thing to the man who saved her life and tried to save it a second time. And yet, it was how she coped with any new experience. The fishing was new, but more importantly how she viewed Will was new. She needed to move beyond seeing him as something other than the man who killed her father, the man who could think like her father, the substitute father that Hannibal had built up in her mind or the hero. It was time to learn who Will was a person, separate from the influence of others in her past.
"Did you ever teach anyone else how to fish?" She asked. It was a simple question, that might shed some light onto how he regarded her.