+ Wanted to get it real home-like... +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE!
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: ANYT-- Friday, February 20 to Monday, February 23
Rating: An average PG-13? (Consider warning for explicit sexual or violent content in your thread's subject line)
Summary:
For the duration of this event each character will discover that their room has been replaced with one of their own memories, one that they find themselves particularly happy or "at home" in. More information can be found here.

This log is an opportunity for your characters to describe the memory playing in their room, so that other characters might visit, and watch the scene unfold. To help browse the collection better, please include your character's name, and their room number in the subject line (e.g. Seta Souji - 100, 6th floor) of your top-level comment.

Rooms/Comments may be locked to certain people, or be available for all to see & visit. Log participation is completely and entirely voluntary.

Have fun!

Comments

[nascensibility]

[It's meant to be insulting and the mark strikes true, a palpable hit cloaked in the pleasant language of the aristocracy. Hannibal knows how to find the crux and press, rubbing salt into a wound with fingers that claim to be gentle while he tells you to enjoy it.]

Perhaps you don't know Will as well as you think you do.

[Leaning up against the desk her gaze drifts over the memory playing on the bed and rests somewhere around the nearest window, tone softening.]

He certainly doesn't know me as well as he thinks he does.

[And neither do you.]

[avoirfaim]

You may be right about how well he knows you, but I would say he understands you better than you may think. That is, after all, the nature of his disorder.

[ Disorder is so clinical, but it serves his purpose. Emotion severs skin, muscle and bone, but cool rationale cauterizes the wound. He wouldn't, if he were inclined to be entirely honest, call what Will Graham has a disorder. He would call it an evolutionary advancement to be tapped and explored.

Fortunately, the extent of his relationship with Will is none of her business. A lesser man might get defensive, but his resolve against her only strengthens. ]

[nascensibility]

[He's dodging the subject rather admirably, a roundabout use of double-edged words. Hannibal is skilled in subtext and encouraging dialogue, fluent in wresting information from the most reticent of characters - here, however, he has the supreme advantage of knowing her intimately.

It feels akin to treading on a floor of eggshells over an active volcano, even in disagreeing with the assessment that Will has a disorder. It suggests confusion, the interruption of a perfect arrangement, and a state of disruption she has never seen in him before.]

And what "disorder" is that?

[avoirfaim]

[ Will Graham is confused. His entire being in a state of disruption because he refuses to quell the dissonance between societal expectation and his innate potential.

According to the majority, that would absolutely constitute a disorder. Little do they know that the real disorder is society itself. ]

Will suffers from extreme empathy and a toxic amount of guilt. Didn't you know?

[nascensibility]

There's no need to be patronising, Hannibal.

[She knows, to an extent, but disorders mean very different things to a person from her time.

Evelyn once spent an entire day researching dissociative identity disorder and schizophrenia to better comprehend "the voice" in Philip's head - later, in a much more sober state, he explained that said voice could not be attributed to a disorder, but a viral infection with sentient qualities. Since then she's adopted a much healthier amount of scepticism toward "professional" diagnoses.

Jesting aside, Evelyn tends to take most modern medicinal advances - including terminology - with a grain of salt, having seen the extant differences in interpretations from Wonderland's many visitors.

Her gaze drifts back to the bed, the hulking fellow fretfully doting on his wife, the sleeping child.]

But my relationship with Will isn't exactly table conversation. I'd rather not speak further on the subject.