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[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Enter The Cannibal.

He was let out at the end of last month, and stepped out to Florence without a word to anyone. He was only briefly back for Sir Alanna's birthday, but spoke only to her.

Now he's back from having enjoyed the sun and the air and the freedom of the Palazzo Caponi and his work.

In his hands, a bottle of Atlantean - one of his birthday presents, carried with the proper reverance.

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[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

Clarice watches him from her table, where she's drinking the usual coffee. Her body is tense, but she shows no other sign that anything is the matter.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He curves towards her table. "Good evening, Clarice. May I have a word with you?"

[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

Clarice nods curtly.

"Sure."

She does not invite him to sit.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

"I lied that night, Clarice. It was not you I wanted out of the room, but Sir Alanna. The painting was her birthday gift, and I did not wish to chance spoiling the surprise. I can only hope you will forgive me." He is utterly sincere.

[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

Clarice stares at him, looking slightly baffled. Then her look sharpens.

"That isn't what we need to talk about, Dr. Lecter," she says.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He tilts his head. "What, then?"

[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

In a very controlled, level tone: "We need to talk about all the things you haven't been telling me."

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

"Your future? What has passed since the end of Jame Gumb's career as a serial killer? If you insist."

[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

Clarice gives another curt nod.

"Before we continue, I need you to tell me what year, exactly, you are from."

[mogget_cat]

*Coming from his usual couch in front of the fire, Yrael grins in greeting.*

A very good evening to you, my friend. It has been a while.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He smiles to Yrael. "Indeed it has. Would you join me? I am suddenly in the mood to celebrate." He holds up the bottle.

[mogget_cat]

*smiling* I would be glad to join you, for there is much to celebrate, I believe.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava spots Yrael and the long-away Lecter, and with a wave to them both and a smile, heads over. It should be noted that, yes, she's in her bridesmaids dress from Isabel and Warren's wedding.

And she could most likely use a drink, from that event.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He smiles to Yrael. "Very much. Freedom itself deserves celebration at least ten drinks' worth."

He turns to Svava on her arrival. He gently sets the wine on the table and bows over her hand, not-quite-kissing the fingers. "Svava. You are perfection in that outfit." His eyes twinkle merrily as he looks up to her, recalling when he'd been wooing her with such gestures.

[mogget_cat]

*There is a quick grin.* Freedom is to be celebrated constantly, my friend.

*He smiles to Svava, greeting her.* Good evening, Svava. You do indeed look lovely, tonight.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava chuckles at Lecter, curtsying back to him. "Thank you. Isabel and Warren got married today, in a park in New York? Some people here are the bar were in the wedding, others were guests. ... It was intersting." She sighs, faintly, then nods to Yrael.

"Thank you. She did pick out nice dresses for us all."

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He produces a corkscrew. "If one of you would get glasses, I will open the Atlantean."

Carefully, as if trepanning a skull, he opens the bottle slowly and carefully.

[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

There is the sound of a small chamber orchestra playing "Air on a G String" comming from a chair by the fire. The sounds stops for a moment as Iris looks up to see a gentleman walk into the bar.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He smiles politely to her and tips his hat. "Good evening."

[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

Iris smiles brightly. "Good evening, sir." she replies. A pause then she stands. "I am Iris." she says delicately, introducing herself.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He smiles a little wider. "A pleasure to meet you, madame Iris. I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter." His hands being full of a bottle of wine, he does not offer to shake hands.

[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

"It is very nice to meet you as well, Doctor Hannibal Lecter." she replies delicately. "Would you like to sit?" she asks, indicating another chair by the fire.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He smiles. "Thank you." He moves to join her. "You must be relatively new. I don't recall seeing you before ..." He politely waits until she's seated before sitting down himself.

[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

Iris sits down carefully, situating her dress so as to not leave creases in the back. "I have been here a little over a month." she replies, smiling sweetly. "I have found Milliways to be a fascinating place." she adds, glancing around briefly.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He smiles. "Ah. I have been detained for a little over a month. You must have arrived shortly after. I would certainly recall such a striking woman as yourself." He offers her a seated bow.