22 Phoenix Place, Thursday evening

Hannibal parked at the causeway and walked to his house. It wasn't raining on the island, but his clothes had been thoroughly soaked, and the trip from his house hadn't let them dry much. His hair hung wetly on his forehead. His nose and the cuts on his face had stopped bleeding, leaving tracks and scabs over his face where they hadn't been washed clean in the rain. Under his jacket, his shirt clung to him with blood as much as water. His ribs ached where he'd hit the floor.

He'd all but forgotten that Jono and Karla would be waiting to taste-test for the party, until he saw the lights on and stopped on the lawn, the ridiculous flamingos sleeping around him.

( mentions of Hannibal canon )

[OOC: Preplayed with the lovely furnaceface and glacial_queen; continued in comments. The fact Jono and Karla were there and Hannibal came back a bit worse for wear is public; anything else is NFB, please!]

A guest room in Glacia, Thursday night Fandom time

Hannibal settled his things in the wardrobe and wandered about the room, familiarizing himself with everything in it. Karla's hospitality was as impeccable as he would have expected, even if he had been for all intents and purposes kidnapped. He wondered darkly for a moment if Glacia had an equivalent of the FBI to investigate such things.

Which naturally led to other thoughts. Of Jack, of Alana. And especially of Will.

He stood in the middle of the room, eyes closed, calming himself.
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[OOC: Preplayed with the wondermous furnaceface and continued in comments! NFB]

[ETA: Now very firmly NSFW!]