Hannibal's house, 22 Phoenix Place, Saturday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had spent the night on the island to take care of a few things. He woke up, listened to the daily radio as he dressed, then headed downstairs for a bit of breakfast and drawing up invitations for the housewarming party he was planning.

Those damn flamingos were still on his lawn, and he glowered at them. And tossed some shrimp out the door when nobody was looking. What? They were annoying, but he wasn't about to let them starve because they were too stupid to go back to the beach. "I have some very good recipes for flamingo, you know," he told them.

The flamingos were unimpressed.


[OOC: Open post! The cannibal is in and amnesia-free!]

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[trigons_child]

After waking up with the burning man and trying to sort that out, Raven examined the phone she'd found among what she assumed were her belongings. The last incoming call was from a "Dr. Lecter," and seemed to have lasted quite some time. Surely a doctor would know who she was and what was going on, so she tapped the number to call it.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal picked up his phone, smiled at the incoming number, and answered it. "Hello, Raven. How are you this morning?"

[trigons_child]

"Raven?" she repeated eagerly. "Is that my name? You know who I am?"

Good morning to you, too, Hannibal!

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal blinked. "Yes, it is, and yes I do. I take it you don't?"

[trigons_child]

"I do not know where I am or who I am," Raven said, feeling a glimmer of hope that at least someone know her identity. "I woke up with a man who is on fire and this was the last number in the phone's call log."

[sharp_as_knives]

A man on fire? "Was the man dead and the fire spreading, or was he alive and made of fire?" Hannibal thought that was a fairly logical next question. He'd like to know if he was dealing with two amnesiac friends or one amnesiac murdering friend.

He needed to know if he should bring coffee or clean-up tools.

[trigons_child]

Aww, Hannibal. He really cared!

"He was alive, but I do not understand how," Raven said. "Parts of his face and chest were fire. He did not know his name, either, or how we had gotten there. Do you know who he is?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Of course! Hannibal was a real friend. "His name is Jono. Jonothan Starsmore. That fire is usual for him. As to how you got where you are..." They'd probably gone back to his room, so, "a messy room with a lot of vinyl records in it?" he guessed.

[trigons_child]

"Yes, the room was a terrible mess," Raven said. She might have been extremely relieved to learn it wasn't hers. "And...he talked in my head. that is normal, too?"

[sharp_as_knives]

"Yes, it is," Hannibal answered. "And that would be Jono's apartment you're in. He never straightens enough." Because that was more likely to comfort her than he hasn't got a mouth, how else is he supposed to talk?

"Why don't I feed you breakfast and we can all talk?" he suggested. "I don't live far. I have more room at my home, and the food would be hotter, but I can come there if you'd rather not leave."

[trigons_child]

"I would come to you, but I do not know the way," Raven said. "This whole place is so unknown to me." She'd taken a look out the window and absolutely nothing seemed familiar.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I can give you directions," Hannibal answered, smiling. "Have you got paper?" He wouldn't ask if she'd remember them, given the current situation.

[trigons_child]

Probably a wise choice. So far her short term memory wasn't impaired, but she wouldn't want to risk it.

"I do, yes," she said, writing down the directions as he gave them to her. It didn't seem to complicated to find.

"I will be there shortly. Thank you so much, Dr. Lecter. It is a relief that someone knows who I am."

[furnaceface]

It was fortunate that Doctor Lecter had given Raven such thorough instructions. Equally fortunate that the island was a small one. The trip there, after clothing had been located and put on (more or less) had been easy enough, though Jono hadn't been quite certain what to do about the whole... fire... situation.

He'd accomplished trousers. And a t-shirt. Apparently he was a Pearl Jam fan. Who knew?

The flamingos were getting something of a side-eye from him, anyway, before he reached up to ring the doorbell. If his shoulders were a little more bunched forward than usual and his head was down a little more than he generally carried it, well... There was really no better way to find out about a person's actual temperament than to strip away any memory of the mask he tried to wear in public, was there?

//Hopefully this is th'right place,// he murmured. //Not that there are many other options in the area, granted.//

[trigons_child]

"He mentioned the flamingos," Raven said. "This must be the place."

She'd found a skirt and blouse, both black, in the room and assumed they must've been hers. They certainly fit, at least.

This Dr. Lecter knew their names and seemed very familiar with her on the phone. Hopefully he could tell them what had happened.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal opened the door and smiled at them both. "Jono. Raven. Please, come in. Hopefully we can straighten a bit of this out."

[furnaceface]

//That'd be appreciated,// Jono replied, glancing up at the Doctor in the hopes that he'd be able to place the face.

He couldn't. There was nothing in front of him that he could remember ever having seen before. He winced a little, and then looked down again. He was trying to brush that aside and let himself simply be relieved that there was no screaming or scooting away happening at the sight of his face.

//Thank you for having us over on no notice, like this.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Nonsense." Hannibal ushered them in and closed the door behind them. "You are both my friends, whether you remember it currently or not. I'm pleased to help, and it's never an imposition."

He reached out to put a hand on Jono's shoulder if he'd allow it, and held out a hand for Raven, too. "Please, come this way."

[trigons_child]

Raven had been hoping for some recognition herself, and was disappointed when Hannibal's face didn't seem familiar. Still, he did know who they were and was willing to help.

She took the offered hand gratefully as they moved into the house. "We awoke together this morning with no memory of the night before...or anything before that," she said. "It has been very disconcerting."

[furnaceface]

//Extremely disconcerting,// Jonothon agreed, not exactly shying away from the hand on his shoulder. It was reassuring in its own way. A gesture that a friend would give to a friend, certainly. A motion made by someone who likely didn't think of him as some sort of monster. //There's been... a lot to try to figure out.//

Like 'why the hell am I on fire,' and 'how the hell am I not dead,' and 'how did she do that healing thing and could she survive doing more of it?'

[sharp_as_knives]

"I can imagine." Hannibal squeezed Jono's shoulder. "I hope I can provide some answers. For a start, I can assure you that in all likelihood your loss of memory is temporary." He smiled at them both and waved them toward the dining room.

"Please. I have breakfast and coffee. I'm afraid I can give you few pointers as to how your abilities work or why they manifest like this, but I will answer what I can."

[trigons_child]

The sight of breakfast made Raven's stomach rumble to remind her just how hungry she was.

"Thank you, Dr. Lecter," she said as she took a seat at the table. "For breakfast and especially for your help. I am very glad you think it will be temporary. Do you know what has caused this to happen to us?"

[furnaceface]

Jonothon wasn't hungry, but he took a seat at the table as well, if only to be polite. He wasn't certain that he could eat. Or, even if he was able, if he'd have the appetite to try.

//And how long it'll last, if it's only a temporary affliction?// The voices were chewing at the inside of his head even here, and he closed his eyes, lifting his hands to cover his ears, not that it did him any good. //I don't think we're the only two who can't remember who we are.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"The island we're on tends to cause such things from time to time; they generally last the weekend," Hannibal answered. He looked at Jono keenly. "You're hearing the thoughts of others, aren't you?"


[OOC: Sorry! Got maternally kidnapped. Expected to have iPad internets, but nope.]

[furnaceface]

//Is that what they are?// At this point, Jonothon would believe practically anything. He was already speaking with his brain, after all. //Maybe they could do me a favour and think a little more quietly...//

There were a lot of them. And they were getting progressively louder and more distressed as more people around the island woke up.