22 Phoenix Place, Monday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had settled on an impromptu dinner party mostly out of curiosity as to what had happened to everybody else this weekend. He hadn't had much time to prepare, of course, but his "last minute meals" were anyone else's gourmet, so he wasn't too worried.

He set the food out around the room more or less buffet style, opened the bar, and set out good bottles of wine and home-brewed beer. It was a fairly educated guess that some of his guests would need it.

[OOC: If Hannibal knows you, you're invited for dinner. NM, no OCD or I'll never get this up for looking at food. Mod gourmet things and mingle!]

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[glacial_queen]

"I could construct a mental landscape, but even that has its dangers," Karla admitted. "I could try to think of something. Perhaps somewhere within her own Netherverse?"

[sharp_as_knives]

"Netherverse?" Hannibal asked.

[glacial_queen]

Karla covered her face and groaned. "Ask her about it," she said. "I can't even properly explain it. But then when she finishes explaining it to her, remind her that she's not allowed to stick evil things in there."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Is it something like her subconscious?" Hannibal asked.

[glacial_queen]

"Oh no, it's very real," Karla sighed. "It's how she teleports, sorta. There's like an entire multiverse in her soul?"

Temple massaging commenced now. "I have yet to entirely understand it, even though I've been there."

[sharp_as_knives]

"And it affects her as well as the other way around?" Hannibal asked.

Entirely new problems in psychiatry. He should find a dimension he could write a book in.