Dr Hannibal Lecter

Should I get my gun, first aid kit, or breakfast? Hannibal asked. He looked around the room. Assuming any of them are still available.

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There was a blanket on top of Dante, and an Anders no more than an inch away - less if you counted his hand brushing over Anders' arm. So - beyond there being more space in the sleeping area than usual - there wasn't much to jar Dante into realizing something was up.

He opened his eyes sluggishly and squinted at the ceiling.

"Huh."

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furnaceface

//World broke, paranoia justified,// Jono said, glancing at Dante as he woke up. //I hate this bloody island.//

... Somebody hadn't noticed that Alluka had managed to ninja her way out yet, even though he hadn't slept all night himself. Assassins' children. Honestly now.

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"World breaks all the time," Dante muttered, fuzzy-headed. Shifting around meant sidling up to Anders' side more, which wasn't the end of the world, except it suddenly felt weird to be there with Starsmore fuckin' watching him. "Now what?"

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furnaceface

Bah, Jono didn't give two shits who was spooning who in the living room this morning. The world broke, damn it. There were bigger things to be concerned about.

//Not sure,// he admitted, closing his eyes for a moment. //It feels... sick out there. There are more people than there were yesterday, but most of the new minds are... rotting?//

That couldn't be right, could it?

//Everyone here seems normal, but--// He froze, then shot to his feet, looking around the people gathered in the living room. //Where the hell is Alluka?//

Jono, you were the worst Papa. Papa privileges lost forever.

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Dante had already been sitting up, because his priorities weren't Starsmore's priorities and the world was always broke anyway-- but that made him veer up like a start.

"... Isn't she here?" he said. "Weren't you supposed to keep track of that?"

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furnaceface

Jono reached his hands up to scrub at his face, then immediately made a start for the door, everything else falling to the wayside.

//I made certain nobody was in distress,// he said, his tone somewhere between horrified and frustrated. //But the island doubled down on itself last night, there's only so much I can do.//

It did mean that nothing had jumped out of the shadows to murder her in the dark of night, at least. But it didn't make her any less gone.

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"Do you have any idea where she could've headed off to?"

Dante was nudging aside the blankets now, sliding up to his feet.

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"Back to her room for the rest of her toys?" Hannibal guessed. "Everybody else she might want to speak to was here, I think."

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"Shitting hell," Dante muttered. He rolled his shoulders. "Right. How bad is this shit outside?"

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furnaceface

//Plenty of life. Violent life. Not much going on upstairs,// Jono reported, pulling on his leather jacket, tense and ready for a fight already. //I can't get a bead on where Alluka is, though. I know she's fine, but it's like... like there's more of her that's fine.//

That sounded crazy. But... well... everything about this seemed to be.

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"I dunno. Things were fucked up yesterday," Dante said. "Anders met Kathy."

In case Starsmore hadn't heard about that yet.

"We can spread out."

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Ringo was both more and less surprised than she would have guessed she'd be to wake up in a world that clearly wasn't right. The day before had done some to prepare her for it, what with running into Kathy and the others, which accounted for the lack of surprise. But, still, some part of her really was surprised that it had happened so quickly. Or at all really.

She was glad she'd made a run back to the dorms. She'd hate to see the world outside the windows and not have her regalia with her.

In fact, she was standing at one of those windows, looking out thoughtfully. Trying to figure out what she was supposed to do in a situation like this. Hunkering down and staying in a safe place wasn't really something she was inclined to do most of the time, after all.

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"Hopefully Dante and Jono will be back soon," Hannibal said. And hopefully one of them would have found Alluka, but he wasn't going to promise that. He came to stand by Ringo for a moment. "Why don't we search the house and see what there is here that's still useful?"

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Ringo turned, looking surprised for a moment, then nodded. "Makes sense. If we're going to be stuck here, we should probably do what we can to make sure that we know what things look like now."

She let her eyes sweep around the room. "It's your place. Where do you think we should start?"

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"Upstairs," Hannibal answered. "It would be the easiest to defend, I think."

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Another nod. Then Ringo stilled for a moment. "Do you think it might actually be dangerous in here?" She presumed someone had already swept the house, but that didn't mean that nothing had snuck in since then.

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"If it weren't relatively safe, I doubt that Jono would have left," Hannibal pointed out. "But we should probably be careful just in case."

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"Right." She turned toward where she had her backpack sitting on the floor next to her. "Then give me a second to gear up. Better safe than sorry, right?"

With that she unzipped the bag and began to pull on her ATs. Not her everyday gear, but an elaborate set that looked almost like fashionable knee-high boots except for the wheels on the bottom.

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Hannibal raised an eyebrow. He'd seen what Ringo could do, but still. "Are those practical in a confined space like this? Not to mention with stairs?"

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"With my style, confined spaces are actually easier." If less fun. "Though if I have to cut loose, it'll be rough on the furniture."

She looked around. That might not matter all that much, given the givens.

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