RP: With pure crack. Aka, the Hannibals.

[mrmoneypenny]

There's a place called Mars

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[reactstonothing]

Where Hannibal Lecter is sitting in a booth nursing a cup of tea and a smirk.

[ofsmokeandblood]

And Hannibal Lecter is crossing the bar with a glass of wine and a fond, distant smile, and--

[reactstonothing]

--oh.

Now.

That's interesting.

[ofsmokeandblood]

...

He stops, and stares, and starts picking his way through the tables.

The thought of not confronting this-- double self?-- doesn't even occur to him.