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[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Dr. Hannibal "The Cannibal" Lecter walks in, his arms full of presents.

He gives them to Bar, asking politely for the recipients to recieve them as they come in.

Svava gets a portable DVD player and a DVD of Looney Tunes' version of the Wagnerian Opera entitled "Kill the Wabbit"
Archie's present is a comprehensive history of how piracy was eliminated in the Caribbean
Yrael is given nothing but a ball of yarn
Several moments later, Yrael gets several CDs of traditional japanese music
For Alanna, Bar is instructed to produce an antique Katana, along with a manual on maintaining it, and a note, "This is a slicing weapon, not a bashing one. Pull the blade towards you as you strike and it will be more effective."
Bernard and Tonks get one (1) package of two twinkies to divide between the two of them.
Meg is gifted with an illustrated history of the French Revolution, in her native language

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[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldy steeples her fingers, regarding the dapper gentleman and his pile of gifts. After a few moments she decides upon a simple "Merry Christmas," and a nice warm smile.

It's a classic opener today, let's face it.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He glances over and smiles briefly to her. "Merry Christmas to you, as well. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Dr. Hannibal Lecter, sous-chef here at Milliways."

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Ohhh, well I am honored to make your acquaintance Doctor Lecter. The food here is par excellence."

She respectfully ducks her head just a touch, keeping the smile in place.

"I am Goldilocks. From the fairy tale, but now all grown-up. No last name and Miss would be the salutation, though you are welcome to call me Goldy."

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He gives her a tiny bow. "A pleasure, Goldilocks. There seem to be a number here from such tales, have you met them?"

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Met them. Attempted to kill them, or been betrayed by them," she says without a glimmer of emotion. "Snow White, Bigby Wolf and Rose Red, I presume you are talking about? There are others from alternate universes."

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

"I have not met Rose Red. The other two I have, yes." His tone mildly cools, as if showing disapproval for those being discussed.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Eyebrow. "Not friends of yours?"

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

"Not particularly. Bigby stated to me on my arrival that he would love nothing more than to see me incarcerated for the rest of his natural life."

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Typical." She sucks at her bottom lip shamedly. "I apologize for neglecting to take silver bullets with me when I tried to eliminate him."

"What did you do to cross him?"

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

"To quote the most famous book of all, 'I am who I am.' That was apparently enough for him."

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Shit."

She shakes her head hopelessly.

"I came clean with my chequered past to Bernard and Alanna soon after I arrived, and they were only too happy to give me a second chance. I am sorry for how Bigby represents my kind. We're not all so prejudiced."

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He shrugs slightly. "I do not judge people based on their relatives or nationalities, but rather on their interactions with me." He smiles slightly.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

In deference to his minimalistic facial expression, Goldy bequeaths one of her most elegant smiles accompanied by a languid blink.

"You seem like someone I could talk to."

To anyone that knows her, that might just be the most ridiculous self-truth ever, given her somewhat mutable personality. However, closet intellectual that she is, the statement may have more sincerity than it might carry for most.

[mogget_cat]

*Sometime later, Yrael comes in from the back corridor with his own armful of presents. When he sets them on the Bar, he's rather surprised when a ball of yarn appears. The yarnball gets an inquisitive look, which turns into a smile when the stack of Japanese music CDs appears.*

*His own presents-to-give are almost forgotten for a minute while Yrael looks over the CDs, reading the tracklistings and smiling all the while.*

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Hannibal cannot resist going over. "I see you are enjoying your gifts."

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael looks up from poring over the CDs, grinning.* Oh yes. I cannot wait to listen to them.

*He's sure he'll find a use for the yarnball too, somehow. Cough.*

Thank you, my friend.

I have yours here somewhere, ah. *Looking through his pile of gifts, he pulls out something a little shorter, a little wider, and a little less deep than a shoebox, wrapped in white (of course), and hands it to the Doctor.*

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He smiles. "Thank you," properly mannered even before opening it. Which he naturally does.

[mogget_cat]

*Inside is a silver humidor from Tiffany's and Co, made in 1927 according to the engraving on the bottom. Inside it are thirteen Arturo Fuente Opus X cigars, all kept at the perfect temperature and humidity.*

You are very welcome.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

"A princely gift, Yrael. Would you join me in trying them?"

[mogget_cat]

*He smiles.* I would be glad to, my friend.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He cut the ends off precisely and held one to Yrael. He struck a match and held it up for Yrael to light from.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael lights his cigar and sits back, puffing and watching the smoke.*

*He smiles at Hannibal.* Thank you.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He lights his own. "You are welcome." He considers a moment. "Cigars and quiet libraries tend to be enjoyed together," he comments obliquely.

[mogget_cat]

They go well together.

*Yrael smiles, remembering something.* Tom of the House of Arch has offered to take me to visit the grand wizarding library in Amsterdam some day, though his duties in London Below keep him busy most of the time, lately.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He considers. "Interesting." He considers further. "One has to wonder if it would be possible to open a gate ..."