For lastvoyages: Third Casefile [Voice+Spam]

[cannibalmind]

[private]
Analysis of a specific subject was curtailed due to a massive influx of new and very personal material. I have been monitoring all of it, and memorized those posts which would be inevitably screened away once those affected came back to their senses. What an absolute wealth of material! Notes on several subjects will be forthcoming.

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Breakfast Filter

[cannibalmind]

Bit early tomorrow morning so that I have time to demonstrate a few batches?

It was...informative. Unlike when I was that shopkeeper, I do not believe I was affected.

Breakfast Filter

[cannibalmind]

I checked last shift and we have everything we need. I'll see you then.

I feel that I am doing all right, all things considered. By keeping flexible, I can cope with overabundance of truth, my robotic Warden, turning into another man, or trading recipes with a god. It is all an exercise in going with the flow.

[Private]

[dont_tell_sansa]

[Hmmmmm. She isn't sure if she's being led on or not. Ponder. Ponder.]

You didn't read any of it?

[Private]

[cannibalmind]

As interesting you are, I can understand your upset. Privacy is a protection, especially in a place like this. Therefore I made a policy of skipping over certain people.

[Actually "skimming over" was more like it.]

[Private]

[dont_tell_sansa]

[Which is more what she suspects, but.] Most people wouldn't.

[Private]

[cannibalmind]

I'd prefer your company to your secrets. [Half true.]

Breakfast filter

[hatestriangles]

[Cooking lessons from Hannibal Lecter, awesome or not? Perry has no idea.]

I basically can't cook so sure, crepe lessons. Cool.

Breakfast filter

[cannibalmind]

Everyone must start somewhere. Because you can fill them with almost anything they're quite versatile.

We'll have a little lesson before shift tomorrow.

Breakfast filter

[hatestriangles]

Alright, doc, I'll be there.

[Spam] of amusement...

[majorum_pride]

[At some point as Hannibal is contemplating his subject matter of the day, Rhade quickly strolls in like a man with a purpose. And as if no one else is there, starts opening whatever cabinets that he can (damn those locks) to get at what's inside.

His search is seeming fruitless, though he's not approaching anyone (or acknowledging them, though that might be half the tactic that if he goes about something like a mission, it may be disregarded as some assignment) at first.

He does finally give Hannibal a quick nod of greeting when he has to pass him to go through paper on the other side.]

[Spam] of amusement...

[cannibalmind]

[Hannibal's eyebrow goes up as he watches the search, keeping half an eye on the larger man more out of habit than anything. He nodded in return, but after a while his curiosity got the better of him and he laid down his brush.]

Do you require some assistance?

[Spam]

[majorum_pride]

I'm just looking for something. I'll try not to interrupt. [He found a tube of sketchwork and carried it off the far end. Then meticulously started going through the sketches at a relatively safe distance. One. Two. Three.

He sets a few off to the side as he goes, these strangely face down in comparison to the others.]

[Spam]

[cannibalmind]

[Hannibal has sharp eyes, but cannot determine the contents of the turned-over sketches. Whatever the case, he determines that he must have a look at the sketches that remain for a clue as to what the man might be after.]

Very well, then. [He points to the cabinets] There are two more tubes tucked on top of the cabinets.