They give him prescriptions they shine bright lights on him (Semi-Open)

[avoirfaim]

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.

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let's say june 15th

[ofletters]

[ This is probably not a good idea. Sam's seen Silence of the Lambs, knows that people just don't mess with Hannibal Lecter. This might be a different guy; hell, if anyone knows how badly book or TV interpretations can be, it's Sam. He's willing to give the guy a shot. Still, as hunting 101 entails, he's got to make sure. Which is why he'd met with Dean and made this plan, to jump into these (mostly) bullshit therapy sessions, as they'd done before on other hunts. Just to see what the guy was like. If he so much as smelled like Anthony Hopkins. Dean, one of these days (today?) was going to break into the guy's room, meanwhile, see what there was to see.

So. ... The session. Sam shifts in his chair, a good enough actor after a lifetime of lying, brow pinched just enough to look uncomfortable.

He is, honestly, a little uncomfortable. Because it's friggin' Hannibal. ]

So...

Erm, June 20th, and I hope this is alright.

[likesimpossible]

[ The Doctor doesn't have an appointment, but what he does have is too much curiosity and far too much boredom. And, well, when there's a door that's been left slightly open, whether on purpose or not, that, in combination with the Doctor's natural curiosity and the not-so-natural boredom, means he has to have a look.

... Actually, no, he doesn't, but he's not really thinking about reason at the moment. At least he knocks on the door, rather than letting himself in. ]

Hello, anyone there?

June 17th

[tom_hanniger]

[See the thing about being desperate? Is that you're fucking desperate. Unlike Sam up there, Tom is here because he actually wants help. Because his life is in pieces even for Wonderland standards and no one is gonna bail him out but himself. Which is cruel in the way waving a life jacket at a drowning man is.

When Dr. Bloom had been here.. He thought maybe it would be a good idea to tell someone what was going on with him. Just to be on the safe side. He'd just shown up, he was scared, but he seemed to have his wits about him and by some stroke of luck he'd refilled his prescription just prior to being taken...so he was alright for a while.

And then Alana left. And Hannibal appeared briefly but left as well and then Tom's meds ran out but.. But nothing. He flew solo for the first time in ten years and the resulting mania was breath taking. He was on top of the world. Safe, even had a girlfriend. But then the mania ebbed and he started seeing things.. he couldn't trust himself. Martha refilled his meds when he didn't trust himself to pull the right stuff and it all felt like they were looking up for the first time in forever.

And then the other shoe dropped and it all came tumbling down. Typical for him, really. He should have known better. Some of Tom's problems are classic. Right out of the book and couldn't be any simpler. A cocktail of traditional daddy issues and abandonment troubles. No mother to speak of, a small town with even smaller minds at work. Tom's dad was a hero to those people. He employed most of them and when Tom had fucked up it wasn't just the town that turned against him but his own family. It's not something a guy like Tom recovers from. Not really.

Take that cocktail and dash with a healthy measure of post traumatic stress, attempted murder, and a crazed lunatic seeking you out and instilling a darkness in you..then leave it to fester in your mind for a decade while you hide from the world in an extended care facility?

Well you can take your designer drink and light the fucking thing on fire. Pick the closest nice looking person and toss it on them and then wonder why they go up in flames.

In any case, this has been a long time coming and if anyone can help him it's Hannibal. The exact sort of specialist Tom has been needing to see for almost a year. The exact sort of people he feels safe talking to. Because Alana had suggested it and he'd trusted her. So what could go wrong?

Tom is a therapy pro. It could be a profession he's got it so down. Facility living, the routines, the schedules, all of it. And this is a chance to really put himself back together. Maybe now that he knows more about what the hell is actually wrong with him. Or..more specifically just how deep it goes. There's a monster in the shadows, not just the threat of one. It's real. It's very real. But that's good. That means it can be killed. And damn if he isn't going to try.

Which is what has him waiting patiently outside the office for their agreed upon time. fiddling with the fraying cuff of his hoodie, right foot tapping softly with nerves. Not nerves for the session, but for what a session like this might mean to his recovery. It's terrifying in the best sort of way he's even known.]

also june 17th

[rues]

[ clarisse knows seeing dr. hannibal lecter probably isn't a good idea. she doesn't do well with talking about her problems, which she expects he'll want her to, and she certainly doesn't want to talk about them with the very person she suspects of her murder, but she makes the appointment nonetheless. he'd been the one to offer his services, once — she's just taking him up on that offer. it doesn't feel like admitting defeat, it's simply an avenue to know her enemy, if he truly is her enemy.

she has no proof, of course, nothing to go on but the memory of hearing her bones crack, and the horror she'd awoken to. she hasn't spoken to annabeth about it; she can't. she might have had the decency to tell annabeth she was even coming to this appointment, just in case things go horribly wrong, but she hasn't been able to or even wanted to discuss anything relating to her death with her friends since wonderland brought her back to life. she could barely handle being in the same room with them after the prophecy, and even during the resistance meeting — avoiding them is the easiest thing for her to do right now. she needs to try to cope with this on her own before she even thinks about letting them in. and it's not that she doesn't trust them — she trusts them with her life — but opening up to people, being vulnerable around them, is something she's still learning how to do.

daughters of ares aren't allowed to be vulnerable, they aren't allowed to be weak. percy and annabeth have both seen her cry out of grief for a friend lost, but they don't know about the fear that sometimes grips her at night or the guilt that haunts her dreams; they don't know what the labyrinth did to her mind. they might have been down in the labyrinth, too, but they were never alone. they've always had each other, and they still do, even here. clarisse had chris — or, chris had her; they had each other — but he isn't in wonderland. he's still back home, and she's alone, and this is the only way she knows how to deal with everything that's going on. just as she's always done, always on her own and trying to prove her own, to her father, to herself, to everyone.

she can't predict what will happen once she's through the door in front of her, not even with all the greatest battle strategy in the world inside her head, but she pushes forward regardless, crossing the threshhold into the lion's den. it might be incredibly stupid, but she needs to do this, for herself. she swallows the lump rising in her throat and steadies her voice, though it does nothing for the racing beat of her heart. she's allowed to be scared, she thinks, she's just not allowed to show it. ]

Dr. Lecter?

June 23

[thehobbsgirl]

[ Abigail knows that Hannibal is working right now; the door to 187 is closed, but a quick ear pressed to the wood told her that Hannibal was inside, speaking low and indistinctly to whoever it was that sought out his psychological expertise. She decides to surprise him by waiting for him in his room. Abigail isn't entirely sure he'll welcome the intrusion, but (though she wouldn't admit it) that's part of the appeal. She's rather gotten into the habit of testing boundaries ]

[ She knows something is wrong when she sees that the door is open. Hannibal is many things, but careless is not one of them. Abigail has never known him to leave his door unlocked, back home or in this place. She gets close to the door, peers in the tiny gap between door and frame to see what is going on inside.

[ A man that she vaguely recognizes is going through the papers on the top of Hannibal's desk. His movements are quick, purposeful - not the idle snooping of someone who has been allowed inside and asked to wait. Abigail watches as he makes his way through the room, thoroughly, as if he's used to doing this sort of thing. In her mind, she debates the pros and cons of interrupting him. If she does barge in and catch him red-handed, he might get violent. If she doesn't, and lets him go on, he might find something Hannibal doesn't want found. Abigail's feelings about her guardian might be complex, but a situation like this does wonders to simplify them.

[ In the end, her protectiveness wins against her paranoia, and she pushes the door open, forcefully, so that it bangs against the wall. It is only in that split second that she realizes where she recognizes him from - it's the goat guy. ]

Can I help you?

June 23; later

[thehobbsgirl]

[ Abigail waits some time after her encounter with Dean before broaching the subject with Hannibal. She has every intention of telling him, but there's a correct time and place for this sort of thing. Firstly, she has to wait for his appointments to finish. After that, Hannibal cooks and they have dinner together, like usual. Only when the two of them are clearing up together, Abigail with rubber gloves on, washing the china as Hannibal dries, that she broaches the subject ]

A weird thing happened earlier today.

[ She starts slowly like this, wanting his full attention before she goes into the details. When she's sure she has it, she goes on ] I went past your room and saw the door was open a crack. I looked in and Dean Winchester was in there, going through your stuff. [ Abigail is still washing the glassware, but her eyes are on Hannibal, sharp and unblinking. She is just as interested to see Hannibal's reaction to all this as she is to find out what Dean was after. She is loyal enough to Hannibal to pass this information on, but there is also a part of her assessing him. ]

I asked him what he was doing there and he said he had to 'pick something up' from you but he didn't want to bother you during therapy. Well- first he tried to convince me that he'd just gotten lost. [ Abigail lets out a soft, disgusted noise; she still can't believe the gall of it, really. ]