Dr Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal had seen Lucille this weekend, but neither of them had remembered their usual Saturday lessons. And this weekend was likely to be too busy with wedding preparations. So Hannibal had written Lucille and asked if she would prefer to make up the week's lesson today.

Which meant that he was readying tea, scones, and the harpsichord for his student. And playing a bit himself before she got there, just to get back in practice.


[OOC: Expecting one, but open post outside of the lesson!]

Hannibal slept even less than Jono these days, but that didn't stop him from lying in bed and enjoying the closeness and occasionally drifting off. When he woke again and stretched, it was still early; he decided to increase his chances of waking Jono up by wandering down to make coffee.

There were odd differences in the decor of the house that he couldn't quite place - what had Fandom been doing today? But it wasn't enough to bother him until he headed back upstairs with the tray. And stopped short at the top. "Beethoven?" He knelt carefully and held his hand out to the old cat, who sniffed it a little suspiciously before turning around and heading to the bedroom.

By the time Hannibal set the coffee service down on the nightstand, Beethoven was curled at the foot of the bed and Hannibal was running confused possibilities through his head.


[OOC: Expecting the one there, but open post!]

Delivered to the mail of everyone who remotely knows these two and isn't openly antagonistic.

The text was also e-mailed to everyone, and voicemail left on their phones by Jono.

( Cut for image )

If you think there's the slightest chance you got one, you did!

( About the wedding )

After numerous false starts, a (metric) ton(ne) (depending who you were asking) of planning, and only a little bit of veiled threatening of vendors, they had finally gotten to this point, which required manual labor. And Hannibal had no plan of doing it on his own.

So, he set the boxes on his desk, along with a list and two fountain pens, and called, Jono?

Hannibal cleaned up after his dinner and went back up to the sauna, shooing the cats away. Again.

He leaned against the wall inside and gave the tiny bright snake a look. He was stretched out and looked indecently happy. He was also still a snake. "I don't suppose you're planning on turning back in time to wear a ring, are you?"

Hannibal had sent out another message to all and sundry: Breakfast for the children; breakfast and drinks for the adults.

Then he'd set about making coffee to get his brain in gear and feeding the cats to get them out of the way, before starting on ( breakfast )

He'd be finishing everything as soon as possible, to spend time with his own impromptu family while it lasted.

[OOC: Open to all, as usual! Playdate, anyone? No OCD.]

Hannibal sometimes considered that having any addiction, even one to something as innocuous as coffee, was a liability. Then again, it wasn't as if he couldn't function without it.

He just preferred not to.

So, while Jono was still curled up in bed (not necessarily sleeping, just being Jono), he was downstairs in robe and pajamas, setting water to boil. Once there was coffee, he might consider breakfast.


[OOC: Expecting the guy mentioneed and a small one, but open for anyone that wants breakfast!]

After the last few hectic days, Hannibal slept in (and made sure Jono did his best to do the same), then took the time to make himself a proper, involved breakfast. Grapefruit, crepes, thick-cut bacon, and his best coffee.

And strawberries. Because Jono hadn't had a wonderful weekend, either.

He was going to take his time just to enjoy everything in quiet now for a while.


[OOC: Open post! Feel free to drop by for breakfast or afterward!]

Hannibal smiled as he finished getting ready. Not that there was much to do - he was already in suit and tie, and it wasn't as though the harpsichord got put away at night - but he made certain everything was tidy, set a second chair nearby, and sorted out a few pieces of music. He also made both good coffee and a proper pot of tea.

He might not have often taught music before, but he did know how to treat a guest.




[OOC: Expecting one, but open post!]

One of the best things about having a multiplicity of worlds to choose from was that you could find nearly anything if you were willing to look long enough. In this case, a hang-gliding school that ran through the entire course in one long day.

It had more to do with the fact Hannibal was a fast learner than that he didn't want to wear jeans any more than he had to, honestly.



[For the one mentioned! NFB for distance.]