Phoenix Place, Friday night

[sharp_as_knives]

After this evening, hearing some of the things that had happened at the carnival and finding only a few tantalizing clues to solve the mystery of it, Hannibal came home, made himself a bit of tea and a nice meal, and settled in to relax for as long as he could.

Of course, for him, relaxing included rethinking every possible angle of everything going on, but he was alone and in a comfortable chair; that was the important part.

[OOC: Expecting one, but open to anyone who feels they might want to drop by! Also if anyone wants/needs a place to stay, though if you don't know Hannibal, be prepared for him to grump at you. :)]

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[sharp_as_knives]

"I will try not to take that as a personal insult," Hannibal teased. He smiled at her. "I understand your nerves, but Jono will be fine. And so will you."

[trigons_child]

"I pray that you are right," Raven said softly.

And with a twist of shame, she added, "And I am sorry that you had to see that side of myself."

[sharp_as_knives]

"I'm not," Hannibal said. "I'm pleased to have had the opportunity." He smiled. "More tea?"

[trigons_child]

Raven nodded. "Yes, please."

And because she wasn't sensing any fear from Hannibal, she asked hesitantly, "You...you are not afraid of me?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled as he picked up the cup. "No, I'm not." He reached out to squeeze her shoulder. "I'll be right back."

[trigons_child]

Raven settled back in her chair, taking a few deep breaths to try to calm her racing heart. People had been taken or transformed in Fandom before, she reminded herself. They would be able to find Jono and anyone else who had been pulled into the carnival and get them back.