A Day in the Life of an Eccentric Gentleman Doctor…

[cannibalmind]

Who: Hannibal Lecter ("Dr. Fell") and YOU
What: Exploring, gathering information and resources
When: All Day
Where: All Over
Warnings: Oh, he's a perfect gentleman...until you piss him off.

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Morning: Infirmary

[cannibalmind]

Hannibal had spent a day and a night doing nothing but watch and backread through the Network. He did not understand more than a fraction of what he had read, but he felt now that he knew enough to venture out and introduce himself. First order of business: the apparently overtaxed Infirmary, where a fellow with a Johns Hopkins internship would likely be quite welcome right now. The chance to get his hands on some medical equipment-even so much as one scalpel-was quite welcome as well.

Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner

[cannibalmind]

Hannibal sighed as he examined the contents of his plate-pedestrian fare for the most part. It was adequately prepared, and there was nothing particularly wrong with it, but it was bland and simple and without art. Not even a glass of wine to go with lunch or dinner. But…he would manage.

Lunch?

[the_shooter]

Pasha was nearby, not having chosen this particular company, but having to sit somewhere. He didn't mind that the food was unpretentious: it was just food, after all. But this man he'd never seen before seemed to be... unhappy.

He rested his chin on the back of his hand and watched. After a moment, he said, "It won't get back up and run away." And yes, he sounds rather obviously Russian, but decently educated. There's still something of the studious math teacher in him.

Lunch!

[cannibalmind]

Hannibal glanced up and offered a tight smile. "No, I suppose not, though that at least would be entertaining.

"I merely have the distinct impression that the kitchens here could use a few pointers." He forked up a bit of overcooked fish, dabbing it into the little cup of tartar sauce with a small sigh.

Lunch!

[the_shooter]

I've heard there are far too many people on board for them to make anything more inspiring." He shrugged then. "At least it's not bread and water. This is not a typical prison."

Afternoon: Art Room

[cannibalmind]

Hannibal had not been able to shop for art supplies since his incarceration, and so when he found this room he simply had to stand for a few moments, eyes shining. But why were all the supplies locked up, and how could he get at them?

Early Evening: Hallways

[cannibalmind]

Hannibal wandered the hallways, memorizing everything as he went, putting tangible images to the map he had discovered on the network. The hallways smelled of sweat, stress and repression, reminding him in uncomfortable ways of the hospital. He put the troubling comparison out of his mind, and moved on.

Early Evening: Hallways

[im_spiderman]

One of the hallways also smelled noticeably like beer. This was because Yorg was in it, leaning up against a wall with his arms crossed, staring at the doors opposite. At the sound of footsteps, he glanced up, giving the human an acknowledging nod and a brief "Evening." Not someone he knew, but then - there weren't many he did. It had been a hard start to the job, harder than he'd thought possible, and he'd taken refuge in the pub for a long while. If he wasn't actually drunk, it was only because his tolerance was as high and well-exercised as any other dwarf's.

Early Evening: Hallways

[cannibalmind]

Hannibal blinked mutely for a moment. He had seen people with dwarfism before, but he had never seen one who had taken what others might view as a handicap and turned it into a cultural phenomenon straight from Norse mythology. His beard was...magnificent. Again Hannibal wished he had a sketchbook. Instead he flicked his gaze over the man quickly, taking in everything, committing it to memory. He would find paper later.

The smell of beer was welcome, for at least the man had taste in it. "Good evening, sir." he inclined his head. "Please excuse me, I am just getting my bearings."

Early Evening: Hallways

[im_spiderman]

"No need for excusing, no one could say th' place isn't a wee bit hard ta get used to." Understatement, but there was no reason to drop his problems on someone he'd only just met, especially someone who by the sound of it was just as new to the Barge and all its interesting issues as he was. As for being studied, he didn't mind; he'd already figured out that he was a bit of an oddity in simply being a dwarf among humans.

"I've only been here a week or two meself. Name's Yorg Stormheart."

Late Evening: Deck

[cannibalmind]

Ah, and here was the top level finally-complete with a lovely garden and a sky full of…

…oh my.

He stared out over the expanse, wondering where he was, what this magnificent display was and how on Earth he was going to capture it in a static picture.

Re: Late Evening: Deck

[hourglass_twin]

He looked up at the sky, and tensed. He could make no sense of this. There were no normal constellations, no moon, none of the usual signs and omens that told him more than the seasons and months. It unnerved him to look up and see a sky gone mad, with worlds unfamiliar passing by.

Late Evening: Deck

[cannibalmind]

"An extraordinary tableau. 'Starry Night' in person, as it were. How I wish I had a sketchpad." He inclined his head slightly to the other man.

Re: Late Evening: Deck

[hourglass_twin]

"I'd prefer the real stars. At least, the ones I'm familiar with. And the moons."