Dr. Hannibal Lecter (
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They give him prescriptions they shine bright lights on him (Semi-Open)
Who: Hannibal Lecter + his patients*
Where: His office, room #187 on the first floor.
When: CATCH-ALL for June-July, dates within (subject lines for tag ins!)
Rating: PG13 for now but I'll change that if needed.
Summary: Hannibal Lecter plays the psychiatry game. The Doctor is in.
The Story: Do you have an appointment?
*This is mostly open, though he reserves the right to turn away patients he doesn't want. If we've got a thread planned out, you probably know it.
Where: His office, room #187 on the first floor.
When: CATCH-ALL for June-July, dates within (subject lines for tag ins!)
Rating: PG13 for now but I'll change that if needed.
Summary: Hannibal Lecter plays the psychiatry game. The Doctor is in.
The Story: Do you have an appointment?
*This is mostly open, though he reserves the right to turn away patients he doesn't want. If we've got a thread planned out, you probably know it.
no subject
so the innocence continues as he leaves the other side of the desk, stepping next to the table instead. ]
Ain't that a bold accusation to make, don'cha think? S'true though, I had to pick the door-- but I got my reasons, alright?
[ none of which would be shared, not the truth, anyway. he forces his voice to be even, easy, something that's gotten him out of his fair share of trouble in the past. ]
Had to pick something up but he, uh-- wasn't here, so you know, proactive thinking instead. Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea, but blackmail? Nothing that dramatic.
[ what her relationship with hannibal is remains a mystery to him, but needless to say he's fairly sure she'd be more than happy to let him know of his snooping if dean does nothing about it. ]
no subject
She can see what he's doing, with the easygoing tone and the appeal to her sense of sympathy. Social codes dictate that she be understanding, that she at least give him a chance. It might work, on someone who wanted to avoid confrontation or the possibility of stepping on someone's toes. Abigail is not one of those people. Her expression of cold dislike doesn't falter for an instant. ]
Had to pick up an unidentified 'something'- [ Sarcasm drips from the word ] -so urgently that it was worth coming back with a lock-pick, but not worth interrupting Hannibal's session to ask him to let you in for thirty seconds?
[ Abigail shakes her head, a small smile twisting the corners of her lips, but it's a smile at Dean's expense, now. ]
You realize I'm going to go and ask him if what you are saying is true, and it's going to fall apart in an instant? [ This is dangerous territory - she doesn't want to lead him along a line of reasoning that will make him want to stop her with violence, but she does want to get the truth out of him. Making him see how paper-thin his lie is to her might get that done. ]
Tell me what you were doing here, really, and maybe I'll keep it a secret.
[ It's a lie; Abigail is almost certain that she will tell Hannibal, one way or another. But she still wants to know just what Dean was planning ]
no subject
Wouldn't wanna break any of that healin' the mind and soul mojo he's got going on in there with whoever. [ that'd be rude and inconsiderate!! ]
But either way, maybe ain't good enough, sweetheart. You're getting no details if you're gonna be fickle about keeping them to yourself.
[ but then, dean has no plans of telling her any details either way. after all, i was looking for evidence that our lovely shrink eats people as a hobby doesn't sound like the most valid excuse.
and it's one he definitely doesn't want ending up in hannibal's ears. ]
We could just pretend none of this ever happened, you know.
[ let him go, and he will. ]
no subject
Dean's attempt at bargaining doesn't impress her much. ]
Why would I do that? [ The sheer nerve of the suggestion! Abigail is tempted, momentarily, to chew him out. Let her anger have full reign and explain just why she is going to side with Hannibal and not some random guy who was a jackass to her once. But she is too clever for that, and her mind projects forward into the new future. If Dean knows she is going to rat him out to Hannibal, two immediate courses of action will probably make sense to him. He could hurt Abigail or otherwise stop her using unpleasant means, or he could take steps to discredit her story or hide whatever he's doing so that he'll be able to weather the fallout. She doesn't want him to take those steps, and she certainly doesn't want him to hurt her.
That means her best option is to act like she isn't going to tell Hannibal, after all. But, after she's been snapping at Dean, she's going to have to come up with a plausible reason to give him a pass. It's a touch alarming to her how quickly she comes up with one. She lets out a calculated sigh. ]
...okay. But I'm not doing it for you. [ She looks at Dean, bright eyes hard with dislike, before dropping her head and staring at her shoes. Abigail knows just the angle at which to hold her head to make herself look most childlike, knows how to use that to her advantage. ] He's already got enough to worry about without another thing. [ She pauses; her feigned concern and gentleness might not be flawless enough to fool someone like Dr. Bloom, but they should be enough for Dean. In truth, Abigail isn't concerned about Hannibal. She knows better than that. Worry like that is for weak things; Hannibal can take care of himself. ]