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[badtouchingyourfood]

WHO: Hannibal Lecter & Various people
WHERE: Mostly De Chima & Heropa
WHEN: Evenings & Midday  March 8th-10th
WHAT: Getting to know the town, bothering Daisy and Ayra, making obnoxiously good cake designs to try to get some notoriety. Mostly just meeting new people
WARNINGS: Will update as applicable.

( ooc: for my sanity i will just stick with who has tagged in already. thanks! )


( Vegan Munchies Bakery; De Chima )

[ It only takes two days for the store owner to realize Hannibal does not need much training in terms of his skills for drawing, he simply needs direction on the artistic quality to cake decorating, which he proves to be a fast learner.

A small section of the display case inside has half price baked good (all decorated by Hannibal) with a mix of soft pastels for spring and delicate sugar flower arrangements as a treat to go along with. Some have more quirky themes such as the colors of local famous superheroes and their villianous counterparts as a set. Everything is half price to draw in business.

It goes without saying he is actually hard at work, enjoying himself, and conversing quite openly with the owner of the shop. The share a common love for perfection and it has been a long time since his basics skills weren't quite enough. It's been a long time since anyone said, good, but I know you can do better. Again.

The bell at the front of the shop chimes, a few of the tables already full of people who wondered in for dessert after lunch. Hannibal greets this customer with a half smile, while wiping off powdered sugar from his hands on his apron. His chef's apron, of course. ]

Welcome. If you have a moment, sit down. If not, we have plenty of options to box up. [ A simple greeting for now, nothing too personal. ]

( Outskirts/Forest; De Chima )

[ Hannibal has his file in hand, the one given to him in Cape Canaveral, and he still isn't sure he should believe he has access to the Bridge of Dreams in a literal sense. There isn't much light except the cover of the moon and dim street lamps from the housing building not too far off.

Thankfully, it isn't raining.

He didn't go very far into to trees, preferring urban settings to anything mildly resembling countryside. However, what use is there in wrecking his apartment?

He stepped forward to grasp the low hanging branch of a tree, on that doesn't quite have all of its leaves yet for spring, and those leaves spring into life instantaneous. Full and lively. Radiant and some vine near the tree truck expands and coils around the base. It now looks as it it has been there for fifty years when it was only a tiny thing a moment ago.

Hannibal releases the branch, his normal veneer of calmness fading to expressionless frustration. This happens every time he even so much as comes in contact with some sort of plant, especially fruit bearing trees--he even had some plants in florist shop he walked by suddenly burst from their vases and grow taller, more robust, and...well he walked away quickly. His finances are not the same as he used to be.

If anyone happens by they'll see a flash of light from his phone, documenting this oddity. He isn't exactly hiding anyway. ]

( Wildcard; hit me with an open prompt if you like! He will mostly be in De Chima and Heropa )

( For Daisy )

[ He had a reason for being here other than the local wines they had in stock; he was hoping to find someone no one would miss. He isn't desperate, not at the moment, but the inclination is better cut off at the source then letting the rather empty state of his fridge be a motivator.

Then again he can he tell who is nameless and who doesn't have powers. Baltimore was much easier to deal with when he knew the limitations of technology.

Thankfully, Daisy doesn't seem busy at the moment so he greets her kindly as he does everyone and simply asks: ] Anything red. Wine, of course. [ But also: ] Are you serving actual Cerole recipes?

[ Because he is a hipster and authenticity totally matters. ]

( For Ayra )

People often make the mistake of assuming all that is different is an aliment needing fixing. Part of the struggle is realizing normal is relative.

[ The DSM only classifys a mental illness as an illness once it affects the safety and well being of the patient, and/or those around them. Psychopaths such as Cersei are common for her time. Viciously "respected" nobility for a time that prizes war and strength over peace.

Such an exotic dog, friendly too for what appears to be a wolf. He doesn't hesitate to pet her once she seems okay with it. ]

Needle? [ He chuckles. ] I figured it was smaller than a rapier because you were walking city streets.

[ But, she piqued his interest. ]

What if I told you there is something better to use, for you, than a broad sword? [ He assumes that is what she means by a two handed blade. ] Your advantage is always knowing what is more efficient for your build and not to pay attention to what other knights insist on having despite the disadvantages.

Comments

De Chima Bakery

[keep_nothing]

[ Cordelia notices the number of people in the bakery as she wanders by today, slightly more than usual from the few times she's stopped in herself. But it's the cute goodies in the display that catch her eye today; they look especially well-done and perfect. It's been a while since she got anything from here, mostly getting her sweets from the Cat's Eye Café, so she decides to step in while she's here. It's then that she notices the new face, and she smiles back. ]

Thanks, I think I will have a seat. Looks like it's a successful sale day, huh?

[badtouchingyourfood]

[ He balances his attention between her and sugar flower he paints, always capable of entertaining multiple trains of thought at once. ]

At my expense, I'm afraid. [ But he seems not at all bothered by it. This job is comically suspicious, even for him, but it's been a decent day. ] However, there is nothing wrong with a little healthy competition. [ Especially as he was in need a vacation to begin with. ] Are you a regular?

[keep_nothing]

You look tough enough to handle it. [ She grins while taking a space at one of the few open tables. ]

Not nearly so regular as others. Too fancy for me; I always feel like I'm under-dressed when I come in here. [ She gestures to herself as if to prove her point: wearing simple tshirt, jeans, and boots. ]

[badtouchingyourfood]

There is no such thing as being too under-dressed to treat yourself.

[ In Soviet Russia the occasion is too under-dressed for you. ]

Though I have to admit the fancy air might be a fault of mine. [ There is a sort of impishness to his smirk. ] But then I've exposed my secret on why everything I've done today is half price.

[ Because it doesn't fit the theme of the Bakery as a whole, but it has attracted plenty of willing customers. One can't very well punish an employee for bringing in business. ]

I have expensive tastes.

[morethan084]

[Daisy wasn't exactly a wine expert, but she had noticed what a lot of red wine drinkers would ask for when they came in here. So she just went with that for the man's drink. Handing him the glass with a smile, Daisy laughed lightly at his question. It was a fair question, just not one anyone had really bothered to ask her before.]

The owner is from Louisiana, so, yes.

[He didn't sound like he was from Louisiana though.]

Could give you my suggestion, if you're undecided.

[badtouchingyourfood]

You could have been the owner for all I know.

[ He has to smirk some. She opened herself for the slight teasing. ]

Be my guest. I have a whole address book to fill up again now that I'm here. [ Being an imPort is inconvenient in that way. While locations are extremely familiar, none of the same acquaintences exist in the capacity they did in his world. ]

[morethan084]

Yeah?

[She knows it's sarcasm, which she appreciates. Her owning anything was actually pretty hilarious. It took her a while to even get used to being a bartender/waitress.]

The catfish courtbouillon is really good. That's what I've been getting recently. A lot of people seem to like it too. Especially when it's colder here.

[catchallthecats]

[That she wanted to think on. She never really had patience for the healing arts, what little she'd picked up had been out of necessity, but something about this rang a bit different. Understanding the mind of a person was a valuable skill, and if she could glean even scraps of information it would help.

Nymeria was content to let Hannibal pet, he had nothing threatening in his hands, wasn't making threatening overtures towards herself or her human companion, and so long as she could still keep watch, she was willing to let herself be touched.]

Like how the rules are different between home and this place? Even back home, there's a difference from country to country, though there are some commonalities that cross those borders.

[The comment about why she might carry Needle just earned a soft chuckle, and a shake of her head.]

Needle is just right for me. Small and quick, good for stabbing and slicing instead of hacking and cleaving. And others underestimate it because of it's size without seeming to realize that large or small, a sharp edge is a sharp edge.

[badtouchingyourfood]

[ He has to give it to her; she's clever. Infinitely more open minded already in short conversation than most, but there is something else.

Hannibal is used to the docile nature of others. Most people, aside from perhaps Alana Bloom and Mason Verger, are easily cowed by Hannibal in conversation long before they realize it's happening. It's a subtle difference in tone, but she isn't feeling the need to suck up to him for knowledge. That is refreshing. ]

I'm sure you've learned in your travels some beasts are better left in their cages. [ Commonalities don't always work well country to country. Some flourish and others find themselves in the middle of a fascist regime fostered by their belief in a democratic republic. His home in Lithuania sill has the scars of war. ]

People are, well, stupid. [ He chuckles. ] Better them than you, or I.

[catchallthecats]

[She couldn’t bring herself to suck up. Her pride simply wouldn’t allow it, and she had multiple options in this place to find information even if Hannibal had decided he didn’t want to share. At least when it came to things like they were speaking of, something told her that he might not be as forthcoming with more delicate sorts of information without a very good reason.

Not that Arya could fault that; information was a commodity after all. Appreciation for sure, but that was different than simpering.]

An unfortunately temporary solution. They’re very good at finding ways to break out. [In her training, she’d started to learn things like this. Double meanings to conversations, where what sounded like one thing, a simple thing, meant something entirely different.

Like now, the comment bringing to mind the rage and hatred that made their home inside her, scratching against her ribs when she’d been conscripted to play attendant to Tywin Lannister. Louder and sharper and burning hotter with each day each hour that he yet lived within reach of her grasp. If not for his taking his leave, she knew that she wouldn’t have been able to continue in that manner for long.

The following comment earned a soft huff of amusement, Arya letting one brow lift as she considered him.]

I would hope no one was stupid enough to be attacking doctors, but then people never seem to fall in line with good sense.

de chima forest

[infomodder]

[Will makes it to De Chima regularly, despite April's dislike for the state. He visits the old neighborhood, stops by shops he had some connection to, and sometimes he goes fishing. Sometimes he doesn't. Sometimes he just goes for a swim.

Today he's intent on the latter when he sees someone else. Oh, they're taking pictures? That's—

Shit.

Perhaps he's hallucinating? It is possible. He's been worried of that for the past several months. Of course that would only get worse. He's still quite far away behind what he thinks is Hannibal Lecter, and immediately he slips back, into a cluster of trees and bush. How long could he have been here if he wasn't a hallucination? Not long, Will knows that much.

Fuck.

His shadow melts in with the trees. He breathes in, shuts his eyes, and then his shadow is no more. It rises, morphs, becomes something familiar, a feathered stag who stands before Will until he opens his eyes and nods. And then it's gone, headed to Hannibal, this black creature of feather and antlers.

Will doesn't turn to watch. He's fine letting his shadow check out the scene for him as Will, slowly, sinks to the ground.

He just needs a second.

If Hannibal is not there, he will know. Soon. If he is...it's only right the man see, at last, the sort of crazy shit he put in his Will's head for so very very long. Meanwhile, the stag takes a casual stride toward Hannibal, neck extended as if it could smell him, ears turned up...looking a bit more dog than stag.

Hi buddy.]

[badtouchingyourfood]

[ If only Hannibal could disappear with the flash of light perhaps Will could find some sanity, but nothing in life is ever so simple. Murphy's law and such.

However Hannibal has a distinct lack of fear. His body still has the involuntary response of the need to step back but the action isn't followed through. His heart rate may have increased but he stayed deathly still. The antlers on the beast remind him of the same set he obtained for Maryssa Shore. So much so that when Hannibal extends his hand in greeting he feels a kinship with an old friend. A fond memory reaching into another world where he had slaughtered the stag himself, bleached the bone, and mounted Maryssa instead of finding what was convenient.

Is this his? He didn't recall reading about what his Dreamscape could do seeing as the details were sparse, but why manifest a stag? Why the not the Wendigo the file mentions?

If the Dreamscape is as uncontrollable as this other power then he might very well be asleep at the moment. ]

Odd, don't you think? [ Yes, he is talking to the shadow. ] You're not quite how I imagined you and yet here you are. [ The feathers aren't his touch. He'd never. His mind always strives for extreme accuracy whether he wishes it to or not. ]

[infomodder]

[Any second now, the stag will return and look at Will with That Face. The one that said he'd indulged him long enough but no one and nothing was there. Any second now, Will would be able to breathe a bit easier and decide if he needed to do something about all this.

Any second now...

Those feathers move outward, the shadowy animal bristling at first, a mix of confused and concerned about this acceptance. That passes quickly, though, and Hannibal will find that creature solid to the touch, pitch black all over, and very much feeling the same as a real deer, only with some additions.

Any second has passed. He wouldn't lead himself on this long, not about Hannibal. One hand moves to the tree behind him so he can push himself back up. Will knocks some dirt off his knees, though nothing will cover up his rather casual wear, faded red plaid and worn dark jeans.

His shadow's been cooperative to the point of letting Hannibal touch those antlers, if he so chooses. With or without his hand about them, eventually the stag moves his head back where he came from, an obvious cue to look, to follow. Not long after that, Will's come out into Hannibal's line of sight. He walks toward the two of them, even, quite obviously sporting no shadow.

He doesn't wave. Or speak. One foot in front of the other is most important now. Anything else may rend the Earth below him, and open to a pit of fire, or snow, or freezing waters at the bottom of eroding bluffs.

Maybe they're both asleep and meeting in their dreams. Making new rooms to share.

Would Will prefer that to the reality he knows he's facing? No, he realizes, and knows better than to share that with anyone.]

De Chima Bakery!

[flowerette]

[ Raina decided to leave work early and pick up a dessert for herself and Frederick for later -- something to pair with a wine and intimacy in order to continue making up for the fact that she tortured him around Valentine's Day. Oops.

So, the young woman entered the Vegan Bakery, all stiletto heels and floral print dresses -- heading over to the display case. She didn't frequent this place often, never enough to notice the changing staff or any familiar faces. Even now, her eyes were on the showcased desserts when Hannibal spoke up -- trying to decide between the cake or the puffed pastries. ]

Oh, I'm not staying long. I was hoping you could tell me which one of these would pair best with...

[ Raina looked up, her eyes meeting Hannibal's and she visibly tensed as she did. She had seen him before. During a Swear In event that allowed Chilton to transfer a memory to her -- he had showed her Hannibal in perfect clarity and said 'if you ever see this man, tell me. Inform me immediately.' She had to warn him. But she also had to find a way to exit this conversation without arousing suspicion. Raina knew she had already given a tell of recognition, unfortunately. ]

...I was hoping you could tell me which one would pair best with Gewürztraminer. Though, I'm open to any other dessert wine suggestions as well. Whatever would impress my fiance's expensive palate.

[ She plastered on a sweet smile. ]

this is going to get so snarky i can already feel it.

[badtouchingyourfood]

[ Strange. She recognizes him but he has never seen her face before. More importantly, she recognizes him and there is some underlying tension. He opts not to notice overtly other than staring a second to long at her expression. Whatever the case maybe he isn't entirely dedicated to deciphering her narrative. ]

I would suggest a Chardonnay with anything sweet, but [ He sets down his project for now, going over to the case to sample cheesecake with strawberry filling drizzled over it and strawberries on top--all vegan, of course. ] maybe this is to your fiancé's expensive [ Basic. By expensive he means basic. ] tastes.

HAHA. Raina will TRY to be polite. She knows what happens to the rude!!

[flowerette]

[ Well, the strawberries are a nice touch. Raina, personally, loves them. And perhaps the taste is basic, but the decoration is quite nice. Moreover, Raina watches Hannibal with a curious sort of fascination. Yes. She was warned about him, several times over. Yes, she's heard the stories. Yes, she knows she has to protect Chilton against him at all costs. Yes, she knows she should be heeding Chilton's advice and fleeing.

But Raina has always been drawn to monsters. They all came in different shapes and sizes, different attitudes, different levels of danger. Just like the flowers she so loved. The more toxic, the more dangerous -- the more fond she was of it. So there's an allure to Hannibal in the way there was an allure to Lucifer when he was within this world.

And the fact that it feels forbidden, makes Raina wish to play with this fire all the more -- to engage with him a bit longer, to draw out the meeting instead of buying the treat and immediately fleeing. ]

Perhaps. What would you choose, if you were buying something for yourself?

Bakery

[beautiful_monster]

[Yuri's stopped at the shop on a whim to investigate the displays. He doesn't look especially interested in the craftsmanship of the treats inside. In fact, if anything he looks bored, but that might not be unusual for a teenage boy in a bakery. He's lingering by a selection of fruit-flavored pastries when Hannibal speaks up, and finally he glances up from the display with the first sign of curiosity he's shown since he walked in.]

Oh—I guess I can sit for a while... Do you have anything with blackberries in here?

[badtouchingyourfood]

That depends. Would you like something sweet or tart? [ Since the owner of the shop has something on display for both. Hannibal's creations only take up a very small section. ]

I do have to say you look familiar. [ As if he had seen this boy's face somewhere, probably in a newspaper. But then imPort were insanely famous for reasons he still doesn't understand fully. ]

[beautiful_monster]

Tart. Sweet stuff always ends up being too much. [He takes a seat at the nearest table, slouching over it lazily.]

Huh, am I that recognizable already? The paparazzi here really don't waste any time. [He was used to the endless recognition and fans bordering on stalking at home, but it'd been nice to get a little bit of a reprieve here, however brief it'd been.]

Bakery

[taraincognita]

[she doesn't want to go into the bakery. really--she doesn't have the money for any of those goods, half-off or no. and out of the things she needs, cupcakes are hardly high up on the list.

(for those interested, the list is: a shower, a real meal, and her life back. not necessarily in that order.)

but the fact that it's a vegan bakery reminds her of someone. and that is...troubling, to say the least. against her better judgement, she enters, looking surprisingly solemn for a teenage girl.]

Uh, you got anything in green?

[badtouchingyourfood]

[ Lucky for her it isn't an upscale bakery. Hannibal just has a penchant for making things look more pretentious than it out to be.

His expression fell a fraction. Does the calendar here not match on the one on his version of earth. ]

Of course. I should think so if St. Patrick's Day is still celebrated in this world.

[taraincognita]

[she can't tell upscale baked goods from supermarket ones, on most days. but something about these treats just looks so....expensive. so, why not. tara lies. it's not like she's used to doing anything else, and maybe it'll make her feel a little bit better.]

Oh, no, I mean. It's not for St. Patrick's Day. It's for my friend. He's the vegan one, not me. I love meat.

[she's rambling. okay, so lying about certain things come to her less easily, especially when it's on the spot like this.]

In this world, huh? Did you get dragged away from your universe, too?

[ Bakery ] //stumbles in late with Starbucks

[sleight_of_hand]

[ There were quite a few good things coming from putting himself on a schedual that made sense. He was sleeping better at night, for one, and the morning workouts were definitely helping him put some actual muscle on his skinny frame. ]

[ The downside? He was so damn hungry all the time. ]

[ Adachi was looking around, feeling a little lost; he didn't visit this part of De Chima that often, so he wasn't familiar with where the food joints were. It didn't take long for his eyes to zero in on the bakery, but he almost skipped over it. He doubted sweets would help him very much, but the loud roar his stomach let out in objection made him change his mind really fast. He only had a brief chance to glance curiously around the shop before he heard the guy at the counter. ]

Ah thanks, but I do gotta run right away. D'ya got anything that I can eat on the go easily?

[ His stomach let out another loud rumble for emphasis. ]

[badtouchingyourfood]

If you're in that much of hurry maybe you might want to think about making toast before you leave your house. [ The smallest smirk. ]

There is a lunch menu if you have the time to wait.

[ It would take a lot longer than Hannibal boxing anything up from the case but the title of the bakery boasted munchies and there definitely were light lunch snacks. Hannibal nodded his head down toward the menu in a stack near the register. ]

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Adachi's expression fell slightly at that very bad joke. One, stereotyping is rude, and two, did he even remotely look like a Japanese school girl?! ]

[ He paused a moment, rubbing at the back of his neck as he pulled out his communicator to check the time. He was on a tight schedule today; he had clients to meet, cases to wrap up, and he was fairly certain someone would make him drop what he was doing to help them at some point. ]

[ But then again, a proper meal, even if it was just a small snack, was probably better than whatever cupcake had the least amounts of pretentious icing on it. ]

I... think I can spare time for that.

[ He went over to grab a menu to decide what he wanted. ]