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[schrodingerskatz]

[ooc: Millitimed to sometime (shortly) before Lecter's Happy Hour.]

Beverly got a room; she got her bearings; she got some rest. Not enough rest, to be sure -- she's not sleeping well, in the unfamiliar bed -- but at least enough to start thinking about what her next steps are going to be.

What she'll do when she leaves the bar is still up in the air. In the meantime, though, Father Harman mentioned a Dr. Sandhu collecting evidence about Lecter. And evidence is what she does.

It took her a while to get her thoughts collected into a note, though -- what she could prove, what's conjecture, what's worth mentioning even without hard proof.

 

Dr. Sandhu--

I was given your name by Father Pearse Harmon as someone concerned about the conduct of Dr. Hannibal Lecter. I'm well acquainted with Dr. Lecter from my own world. He is extremely dangerous. I can't emphasize this enough. I have definite evidence of his involvement in one murder and in the kidnapping, unlawful imprisonment, and mutilation of an FBI trainee. He is implicated in five other murders and a suspect in at least eight more.

Lecter is incredibly intelligent and manipulative, and capable of creative and vicious violence. He's hidden his crimes for several years and framed others for some of them. He should be treated with extreme caution.

I am staying here in the bar for the time being. Please contact me ASAP and I'll answer any questions I can.

Special Agent Beverly Katz
FBI

She approaches the bar with no little uncertainty, note in hand, and puts it on the countertop. "Hey, I heard . . . you're . . . kind of the switchboard around here. Can you get this to Dr. Sandhu?"

The note disappears; Bar gives her a napkin with the note Of course written on it.

"Okay. Thanks. Great. And can I get a coffee?"

Bar provides that, too, and Beverly finds a table nearby to settle into.

[ooc2: No new threads please, I'm swamped!]

Comments

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy gets the note shortly after.

Today is a notey sort of day.

He looks suitably alarmed, and looks around for the writer.

[schrodingerskatz]

There's a woman in an oxblood leather jacket keeping an eye on people at the bar. When she spots someone with a note, she sits up a little straighter, trying to catch his eye.

[guppy_sandhu]

It takes him a moment to spot her, then Guppy comes over.

"Ms Katz?"

[schrodingerskatz]

"Dr. Sandhu?" She rises, holding out a hand. "I'm Beverly Katz. You got my note?"

[1stwitness]

Ichabod glances up from his nearby table, and makes an automatic tipping-hat gesture to her.

[schrodingerskatz]

She raises her eyebrows and makes it right back at him.

[1stwitness]

Well, ignoring that would be rude. "Good evening", he says with a smile.

[schrodingerskatz]

"Hi."

She's looking over the hair, the beard, the -- what do you call that kind of coat, a frock coat?

"So, uh -- nineteenth century?"

[redintheledger]

There's a red-haired woman wearing a t-shirt with a t-rex a table over having a quiet argument with one of the waitrats.

"Yes, I promise I'll eat first. I will! Please- I'll get it myself, fine. Thank you."

The waitrat looks at her sternly, and then walks off quickly. The woman herself just looks as if she wants to introduce her head to the guncase on her table.

[schrodingerskatz]

". . . Sorry, but--"

Beverly gives the redhead a wave and a curious look.

"Are you arguing with that rat?"

[redintheledger]

She has the grace to look at least a little shifty.

"I was. If you aren't careful, one will take a liking to you. And then you pull one all-nighter, and it worries for the rest of eternity."

Beat.

"Welcome to Milliways, if you're new."

[schrodingerskatz]

"Yeah, fresh meat. Uh -- you can talk to rats?"

Well, sure, why not, she supposes, everything else here is nuts.

[electro_kinetic]

There's a girl at the next table over with bright blue hair and metal-covered hands, messily sketching a design for a fountain. Or rather, frowning at said sketches and seeming displeased with it.

For lack of any other ideas coming to her, she's been doodling--which has turned into equally messy spiky paisley leaves (damn it, Hannibal is rubbing off on her, and she hates the plaid and paisley thing). She looks up at Beverly and eyes the coat she's wearing.

"Nice jacket, man. Awesome cut."

[schrodingerskatz]

Beverly glances over and gives her a crooked grin.

"Cool hair. Wish I could pull it off."

[electro_kinetic]

"Couple jars of bleach and Manic Panic and it's yours," she says with an equally crooked, if somewhat smaller grin.

"You new, or just not been around in a while?"

[schrodingerskatz]

"Nah, office dress code. My boss would have a fit."

Jack's face might almost be worth the inevitable dressing down. She bets Zeller would approve, though.

"Yeah, I'm new."

[a1enzo]

There is a tall, green, uniformed youth seated nearby, sharpening a sword.

The sword is a fine Chinese-style sabre with an engraved blade. The boy is alert to his surroundings, habitually so, and alternates between sharpening and sipping his drink. The task is complicated by the need to occasionally shoo a small, levitating nautilus of the same colour as the boy from getting too close to the blade.

[schrodingerskatz]

Okay, so. He's . . . very green. Very armed. Has a very levitating friend.

The levitating nautilus is pretty striking, but once you get past that, the whole scene is -- okay, it's still weird. But not as weird as a human totem pole.

"Nice sword."

[a1enzo]

"Thanks!" Armed he may be, but he replies quite cheerfully. He holds it up to display the engravings. It really is a very nice sword.

[cutting_edgex23]

X, making her way across the bar toward her rooms in the Staff hallway pauses, head tilting as she studies Beverly.

Her nostrils flare more than a little.

Then she slips closer, careful to make noise as she moves.

"Hello."

Beat.

"You are new."

[schrodingerskatz]

Beverly looks up and blinks at her.

"Yeah, I am. That obvious?"

[cutting_edgex23]

X hesitates, picking out what she thinks are the right words.

"To me."

Beat.

"Your scent is not that common yet. Here."

[immortalthief]

Amanda see's the new arrival, not aiming a gun which she thinks is a good sign.

"How are settling?" she asks ask she takes a seat at the bar. A electric blue smoothie appears before her.

[schrodingerskatz]

"--Hey," Beverly says, with a quick smile. "I'm managing. Amanda, right?"

[immortalthief]

"Right" she smile and sips her smoothie.

"I don't think I caught your name."