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[guppy_sandhu]

It's been much easier for Guppy to think after Charles helped him get some sleep. Today he's been able to think about the evidence - or lack of - gained when he and Gene confronted Hannibal.

Three known patients. Well he already spoke to Kate, after Charles had voiced concerns about Lecter when they both first arrived. She'd been satisfied with her care, she said, and he'd concluded that whatever Charles was picking up may just be a clash of personality.

Yeah, gonna be beating himself up for that one for a while.

Which leaves two more, names he knows, but not close to him.

He carefully pens two notes, trying to keep them as non-alarming as possible.



'Dear ____
Due to unforeseen circumstances Dr Lecter is not currently able to work for us.
If you have any unresolved issues, or your problems have got worse since seeing Dr Lecter, please get in touch and I will help in any way I can, and or offer to connect you with another member of our psychiatric team.
Kind regards
Dr Guppy Sandhu'



He stares at the note. It's not ideal, but it's probably safer than putting up a poster declaring that Hannibal is a fugly cannibal skank.

He posts the notes at Bar, and looks around to see if anyone needs him.

Comments

[lt_blade]

Sonya got the note as soon as she came into the bar for a 'pick-me-up' (god damn paperwork).

She couldn't really call herself and Lecter friends, but that he's not allowed to practice or see psyc patients rings alarm bells. Even if he only had one session with her, he's shared food and food stories with her, she had some connection with him at the very least.

What the hell happened that she should avoid him?

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy spots her pick up his note, and approaches.

"Hi, Sonya?"

[lt_blade]

She doesn't know him, but he knows her name enough to write to her about Lecter.

"That's me." She held up the note. "What's going on?" Her voice isn't accusing, but questioning.

[guppy_sandhu]

"I'm Guppy - don't be alarmed, I'm contact tracing all Dr Lecter's patients." Guppy says. "I haven't read your notes and won't do so without your permission."

He sits down and gestures to the seat opposite. This has to be done carefully, he doesn't want to cause undue alarm. The fact that Sonya is alive means Lecter hasn't, presumably, tried to physically harm her.

"There's been an allegation that Dr Lecter has... made some unfortunate comments to a patient that caused them great distress. We can't prove this is true, but for patient safety we need to try and get some evidence as to whether there have been any other problems. If you'd rather speak about that in confidence we can go into the infirmary office if that helps.

"Of course if you haven't had any issues, that's also good to know, because it will help us clear him."

[lt_blade]

There wasn't much on her file save the strange dreams, but that wasn't to say what Lecter wrote of her.

She takes the offered seat, thinking on what he's telling her. To say what she feels on the doctor is strange-not really loyalty, but she can't bring herself to make judgement calls just yet.

"I wouldn't say I've had any issues with him, not to that extent." She certainly wouldn't call herself distressed by him-the dreams happened way before her talk. "Still, I'd feel better talking in confidence."

She had nothing to hide, but habit dictated such talks be in confidence.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Of course." Guppy nods and gets up again. "The infirmary is just through here. I gather Dr Lecter has been using his office upstairs."

He leads the way through, pausing only to shoo the infirmary waitrats out the office so she can have the sofa to herself.

[lt_blade]

She nodded. "He mentioned he had an office upstairs. Didn't think anything of it at the time only it was convenient." Though convenient in what why, she only considered it now.

She stood up with him, walking over to the infirmary to take a seat at the sofa.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy lets her get sat down, then continues.

"Did Dr Lecter make you feel uncomfortable or threatened in any way?"

[lt_blade]

She shook her head. "Well, I was uncomfortable already talking with him. I've been having the same dreams for weeks now and I was hoping he could make sense of them." Really, he just seemed fond of giving her what she already knew.

[themysciran_diana]

There's a woman seated nearby, who may have caught a glimpse of the signature on the note.

She may equally as likely have asked the quiet girl on Security -- the one with the claws -- about the identity of a man named Sandhu.

It seemed prudent.

"Excuse me," she says, voice both warm and far from hesitant.

"You're Dr. Sandhu? From England?"

It's the only information Lecter gave her to go on.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy looks around.

"Yes, can I help?" he asks.

[themysciran_diana]

"I'm Diana."

She smiles, wide and warm, and holds out her hand to shake, though she'll drop it again if Guppy is not fond of the gesture.

"I'm -- forgive me. This is likely going to seem like an odd question but -- are you acquainted with a man named Hannibal Lecter?"

She would have introduced herself as Wonder Woman, but the costume speaks for itself frequently enough, even here, that she doesn't bother.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy shakes the hand, and then sighs.

"Yeah, I am."

He doesn't know exactly which hero she is, but he can make a guess at hero at least.

"Which particular bit of information relating to Dr Lecter are we talking about?"

[themysciran_diana]

"His interest in your son. It concerns me, given what I know about his fondness for manipulation. In addition to other things."

Sometimes it's best to be straightforward.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy nods, with a worried frown.

"I forbade Fry from talking to Dr Lecter until things are sorted out." he says. "What have you heard?"

[themysciran_diana]

"He spoke to me about watching Fry's development, and helping to shape both it and his future."

To summarize.

"Considering what I've seen of his other attempts to shape a man's future -- in his own world -- I don't think he means anything good by it."

She presses her lips together in a thin line.

"Are there people here besides yourself who could keep him safe? Or to make sure honeyed words don't lure him back into reach of someone who sees him as little but a science project?"

It can only help. One hopes.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy listens to this carefully.

"My son Fry has Asperger Syndrome, it's a developmental disorder." he says. "He says Lecter has always been kind to him. I've banned him from going near Lecter, and told him if Lecter approaches him to get to a safe person.

"But it's hard - the door just appears for him, as it does for me."

[a1enzo]

"So."

Yeah.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Hey." Guppy looks up and sighs.

[a1enzo]

"How's home?"

Less screwed up than here?

[guppy_sandhu]

"I've not been back much." Guppy says. "Once I'd interviewed Fry. I wasn't sleeping well and I wasn't really well enough to go to work without people asking questions."

[a1enzo]

Enzo nods grimly. "I've been there."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Are you doing okay?" Guppy asks. "As far as I know you weren't especially close to Lecter before this went down."

[a1enzo]

Enzo shakes his head. "I've barely* met him, it's not personal for me, except for worrying about you guys. But I feel… conflicted." His left thumb rubs his new ring. "Guardian protocol says if there's a virus, do something about it. Security rules say don't do anything unless he does something here first. I just feel ANSI."

*Indeed, they've never actually threaded, but logic dictates they would at least have rubbed shoulders in the infirmary.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Put it this way - if we put him on his guard too much, someone may get hurt." Guppy says. "So you're protecting people by keeping it calm."