Hannibal's house, Monday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Jono had been upset ever since class that morning, and Hannibal had a very good idea why. He even had some of his own thoughts on the matter. Jono would speak when he was ready, though, and Hannibal wasn't going to press him.

Which didn't mean he wouldn't coax him into the music room to try out his new composition while accompanying him on harpsichord. Music was wonderful for opening floodgates.



[OOC: For the one mentioned, but as ever open for calls and whatnot.]

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[sharp_as_knives]

"There's a series of museum exhibitions, of plastinated bodies. Have you heard of it?" Hannibal asked.

[furnaceface]

//Ah... those ones where they skin the bodies and replace all the fluids with plastics, or however that works?//

Jono had heard about it, yes. He'd always sort of figured he'd seen more than enough bodies in his lifetime to need to pay admission for it, but this way it seemed educational or something.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded. "I understand they're quite educational and somewhat artistic. She would get to see her bodies, but presented with a bit of context. And I daresay you might enjoy it, too."

[furnaceface]

//I might, at that,// Jono agreed, nodding thoughtfully, though he didn't look completely convinced just yet. //Hell, I might end up taking notes. And context for Alluka...//

He squinted a bit in consideration.

//... Won't necessarily teach her empathy, though I suppose it might at least give her a better appreciation for the workings of the human body.//

Or... something.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I don't expect it will, no," Hannibal agreed. "But instead of seeing bodies divorced from any sense of life, she will see them presented as human beings. Her reactions may give us an insight into how best to approach her."

[furnaceface]

Jono nodded again.

//They might,// he agreed. //She seems so cavalier about death, I'm curious just how much she's viewing it in the abstract.//

Or if she was at all. Being so close to Nanika, and being trained as an assassin at an early age... meant that her comprehension of death itself could be practically anywhere.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded back. "Would you like to ask her?"

[furnaceface]

//If... she'd like to come see dead people with us?//

Jono hesitated for a moment, letting himself wrap his head around the idea, before nodding a little.

//I think I would. If nothing else, she'll likely enjoy the exhibit and the chance to get out and about. And, hell, you're right. So will we.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Excellent." Hannibal smiled at Jono. "Now, would you like to work on your arrangement?"