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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[Private Text] (back and in the infirmary recovering from explosion))

[timesbureaucrat]

I fail to see what I did that was so offensive, but in the interests of diplomacy, I'm willing to offer an apology.

[Art Room Spam]

[mightymorbid]

[Mozenrath tended to keep his harp in the art room simply to save space in his own chambers, and hadn't expected someone to come in at the same time he was settling down to do more practice. He had no idea why it bothered him so much that after his injury he seemed unable to play with the same ease, but it gave him something to focus on -- even if all it really seemed to do was make him angry that his right hand could no longer keep up with his left. He'd improved some but maintained the same frustration that he wasn't mastering it -- not just because of his hand but because the harp Snape had given him was much larger than what he was used to and of a completely different make.

He is just sitting at the stool when Lecter enters and begins setting up his easel. Immediately he shifts self-consciously, and he asks -- not to be polite but because he'd relish an excuse to not stay and embarrass himself, without revealing that was why he hesitated:]

...Sorry, should I leave?

[Art Room Spam]

[cannibalmind]

Ah, there is absolutely no need. [He offers a warm smile that only slightly touches his eyes.] The accompaniment would be welcome.

[He peered at the young man and nodded, looking at his pallor, the beaky nose and flowing hair and clothing. Rather inspiring.] Besides, you have an excellent profile.

[Art Room Spam]

[mightymorbid]

[He raises a skeptical eyebrow]

...I suppose I'll have to take your word for it.

[He pulls the harp to him and begins to tune it, but it appears he's doing more than that. He has the music open and apparently hovering before him, waiting to turn its own pages for him, and he's running through a few combinations to limber up his fingers. It sounds as though it's supposed to be something like this, but he's not familiar enough with the music or capable enough in both hands to pull it off. ...It's also probably way to complex for his level of expertise. He has practiced with the gauntlet off before which seems to help, but not today, not in front of other people. His right, gloved hand does seem to be slower and more clumsy than the other, and he is constantly restarting to try and correct the error.]

[Art Room Spam]

[cannibalmind]

[He happily started blocking in the dark hair and the sweeping shouldered robe, and then started mixing a very very pale set of fleshtones.]

[After a while of listening, he coughs politely.] May I make a suggestion?

[seeyaduke]

It really was interesting and informative, it's fascinating how people tend not to say what's on their mind like that.

[cannibalmind]

It is actually good for one to have some venue in which to spill one's mental excesses. Of course...a safe, non-public venue would probably be preferable to this.

[seeyaduke]

I think more people should invest in writing things in a journal. Of course that can be tricky in a place such as this.

[cannibalmind]

I am in the business of providing private space for such confidences. But journaling is an excellent second choice. Keeping information private can be problematic in any case, but encryption is an ancient art.

[staff filter]

[dovehearted]

...could be good to know. [She's just going to... try and ignore the public comment.]

[staff filter]

[cannibalmind]

I would be delighted to show you.

...are you quite all right?

[staff filter]

[dovehearted]

Thank you. [She pauses to think.] Are you joining us?

...as much as anyone is, past few days.

[staff filter]

[cannibalmind]

I am. Cooking is one of the ways I relax.

You're probably doing bad to middling, then. Well. A lesson in cuisine will provide a nice distraction.

[t_x_unit]

Have you been given access to my personnel file?

[cannibalmind]

[So innocent] Would you like it back?

"LOL U MAD?"

[t_x_unit]

It is to be considered as confidential as your own.

[cannibalmind]

Oh, of course.

[And point taken. ]

Feel free to come pick it up then.