sharp_as_knives (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sharp_as_knives) wrote2013-07-12 11:27 am
sharp_as_knives) wrote2013-07-12 11:27 am
Entry tags:
Office Hours, Friday
Hannibal sat and scowled at the lovely and macabre artwork on his walls. He had half a mind to leave, but he had posted his hours, and no...whatever the hell this was...was going to stop him.
Odd was one thing. Students that seemed to actually not be human was something he could accept; he liked to think he had a very open mind. But if there was one thing he prided himself on (well, there were a number of them, but still), it was having control of himself. The fact he seemed unable to keep from singing his thanks to the shuttle driver was unacceptable!
So far, he'd managed to avoid any further embarrassment by copious amounts of coffee and judicious application of the arias from Bach's Coffee Cantata. Unfortunately, he was not a soprano; he wasn't even a tenor! And the necessary key change was doing the song no favors, damn it.
Any students with questions or professors with greetings had better hope they weren't too annoying; Hannibal was not in a good mood.
[OOC: Please drop by! He'll only bite metaphorically. Also, he still has no TA, if anyone's so inclined!]
Odd was one thing. Students that seemed to actually not be human was something he could accept; he liked to think he had a very open mind. But if there was one thing he prided himself on (well, there were a number of them, but still), it was having control of himself. The fact he seemed unable to keep from singing his thanks to the shuttle driver was unacceptable!
So far, he'd managed to avoid any further embarrassment by copious amounts of coffee and judicious application of the arias from Bach's Coffee Cantata. Unfortunately, he was not a soprano; he wasn't even a tenor! And the necessary key change was doing the song no favors, damn it.
Any students with questions or professors with greetings had better hope they weren't too annoying; Hannibal was not in a good mood.
[OOC: Please drop by! He'll only bite metaphorically. Also, he still has no TA, if anyone's so inclined!]
no subject
Until he'd tried to comment to a fellow student that the holiday was unfamiliar to him.
"There's definitely no logic, to human behavior, but yet so irresistible"
...Oh.
So he scurried off to the offices, hoping to get answers his omni-tool searches weren't providing. Was this common? Some sort of radiation?
Dr. Lecter was in his office, fortunately. He'd been so willing to give clear answers before.
Mordin stood at the door, afraid to open his mouth to announce his presence.
no subject
angrily but beautifully sketching the deaths of the rudest people he could think ofplanning his next lesson to see Mordin hovering in the door."Hello -" It came out more sung than said, and Hannibal fought down a scowl and simply gestured at the being to enter.
no subject
Plague? Unlikely, disease affecting brain function so thoroughly would be less swift. Unless it was dormant, triggered by environmental factors.
But no other symptoms. Unlikely.
Mordin opened his mouth and closed it a few times, then coughed to break the silence. Even his cough sounded more melodic than it should.
Then he finally gave in.
"Can you hear me, Dr. Lecter, can you understand? Here I am on planet Earth, and something strange is on hand."
no subject
With everyone
All the world is mad"
Hannibal looked pained; whatever this insanity was, the music was horrible!
"How can I keep from singing?" Well, at least that wasn't so ear-splitting. He rubbed the bridge of his nose.
no subject
"Knock three times...on the desk if you want silence. Twice with you pen, if the answer is 'no'."
As disconcerting and odd, not to mention awkward, as this phenomenon was, it was more of a puzzle to be solved than anything to Mordin. It was...fun.
But Mordin did not want to annoy a valuable resource by singing and forcing him to sing, and he also did not want to annoy Dr. Lecter because he personally found him agreeable.
no subject
"Mordin. Hello." Well, so long as he was singing inside, he seemed to be able to get away with simply speaking out loud. "What can I do for you?"
no subject
"No chance for breaks, we're unnatural performers; I want the truth."
no subject
At least, he hoped that was what he was being asked.
no subject
"Ah. Much better. Very strange phenomenon. Common on Earth? Nothing on extranet sites about it. Thank you for tip on overcoming. Came to teachers' offices hoping to find answers. Would like to run tests, but unsure if we have capable brain scan equiptment. Any deceased subjects can be prepped for autopsy? No, useless. Neural connections down after death. Hm. Problematic."
no subject
This is the wrong way to behave
It doesn't happen every day
It doesn't happen every day
Not to me
He clamped his mouth shut, then bit out, "Voglio il Nulla e del Creato, la ruina universal!"
He smiled and managed another deep breath. "I have no answers, though I appreciate your scientific approach. None of the others seem particularly bothered by it; I'm given to understand it's simply part of this island's 'charm'."
no subject
"Still in stage of cultural observation where absorbing by just talking. No specific inquiries. Promise not using you as test subject. Hoping to just chat. Expect first class went excellently."
no subject
no subject
"Cross-species interaction important. Reduces fear, misunderstanding, prejudice. Avoids war. Asari, turian, salarian, volus, elcor--all relatively peaceful. Shared interests in galactic peace. Hoping to learn about humans. Not repeat Rachni Wars. Bloody introduction to a species. Immersing self into human culture best way to promote amity. Selfishly, fascinated by prospect of learning new culture. Xenoscience is passion."
Mordin stopped his rambling to take a deep breath. "Formally learning meditation, etiquette, and philosophy. Self, interpersonality, and ideology through human eyes. Informally learning that everyone has a more impressive singing voice than myself."