024 - Himalayan Blackberry
Nov. 1st, 2013 09:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deadly_nedI didn't make it home in time for Halloween. A...twenty-year-old tradition. Broken just like that.
I don't know if that's a sign to move on or a sign I've been here too long or not a sign at all, just an odd and unfortunate coincidence.
[Private to Alpha]
Checking in.
[Private to Dean]
I'm going to go...pick up Digby and then. Come to your room.
I'm death-tolling. For the first time. I'm death-tolling.
[Spam to Hannibal]
[Though lethargic and in a significant amount of pain, the Piemaker still struggles to Hannibal Lecter's door with alarming resolve, intent on reclaiming his dog. He holds the doorframe with one hand, pale and panting, before giving a quiet knock on the door]
I don't know if that's a sign to move on or a sign I've been here too long or not a sign at all, just an odd and unfortunate coincidence.
[Private to Alpha]
Checking in.
[Private to Dean]
I'm going to go...pick up Digby and then. Come to your room.
I'm death-tolling. For the first time. I'm death-tolling.
[Spam to Hannibal]
[Though lethargic and in a significant amount of pain, the Piemaker still struggles to Hannibal Lecter's door with alarming resolve, intent on reclaiming his dog. He holds the doorframe with one hand, pale and panting, before giving a quiet knock on the door]
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Date: 2013-11-01 02:20 pm (UTC)On my way to see Dr. Lecter to reclaim Digby. And then..Dean's room. Probably.
I'm sorry about your tongue and your mind.
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Date: 2013-11-01 02:28 pm (UTC)And he did it all in a way that made him almost charming.
How does he do that?
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Date: 2013-11-01 02:43 pm (UTC)He's not charming, though. You admire a lion because he's beautiful and regal but in the end a jackal is a better hunter and a lion just looks better and manages prettier PR. Hannibal's a lion. He steals meat from jackals - other people - he's not entitled to, didn't honestly work for, and then pretends that because he looks good eating it he's the big man on the savannah when the jackals do the real work in life.
So, lets get Digby back.
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Date: 2013-11-01 02:48 pm (UTC)I think I feel the same way about Dr. Lecter as I do about my father.
And I'm almost. Almost there now. If I don't answer in the next ten minutes, something bad's happened.
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Date: 2013-11-01 03:03 pm (UTC)Digby and me will be up in a little while. With. Something we can both eat.
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Date: 2013-11-01 03:05 pm (UTC)Technically.
....I'm....going to go get our dog now.
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Date: 2013-11-01 03:08 pm (UTC)Spam, later
Date: 2013-11-01 03:10 pm (UTC)Digby, in contrast, sits next to his master with tail wagging slowly]
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Date: 2013-11-01 03:12 pm (UTC)Spam, later
Date: 2013-11-01 03:14 pm (UTC)The Piemaker does not smile - hasn't smiled, not for weeks now. But his permanent, distant frown lightens somewhat at seeing his inmate intact, and in his other hand he holds out a thermos for Alpha to take - a milkshake, it turns out. Even when he can't bake, comfort food is always on the menu.
Then, he turns to knock at Dean's door]
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Date: 2013-11-01 03:18 pm (UTC)[ Finally he settles on something, and is-- actually okay with it. He's calm now. Lighter. He texts, one handed. Milkshake in the other. ]
Next step?
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Date: 2013-11-01 03:20 pm (UTC)I don't know.
What do you think?
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Date: 2013-11-01 03:22 pm (UTC)Spam, later
Date: 2013-11-01 03:23 pm (UTC)You have to make up what comes next.
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Date: 2013-11-01 03:25 pm (UTC)What do you want to do next?
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Date: 2013-11-01 03:27 pm (UTC)And. Find a way to get back to baking. Without hurting people. Or myself.
...But first sleep. Sleep before anything.
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Date: 2013-11-01 03:30 pm (UTC)Anyway. Baking. We can work with that. After you sleep.
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Date: 2013-11-02 04:20 am (UTC)When Ned finally knocks, it takes Dean a while to get there. He's pale and he's cold and he's dressed to match in trackpants, a t-shirt and an oversized hoodie, and he's never putting his Colt down again outside of his reach. Once he sees who it is he opens the door wider, uncocks the gun, but just lets it down to his side.
He glances at Alpha, then Ned, then down at Digby. Turns his palm out towards the dog after a moment.]
Sorry to interrupt. [...what...ever is going on out here... Add Dean to the list of people who shouldn't be talking, though he's got a day or so on the other two.]
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