Dr Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal was set up once again in his office, with good-quality coffee and tea set out and, as a change, some of the quieter selections of Jethro Tull playing in the background.

He had a list of places for future classes in one window, and a menu planner open in the other, and was multitasking as he waited to see if anybody would drop by.


[OOC: Open door and post!]

Hannibal was once more behind his desk, classical music playing softly and some very good tea and coffee available to any guests who might drop by. Along with hors d'oeuvres that were both delicious and far fancier than they really needed to be.

The students this year seemed exceptionally nervous, and Hannibal was very good at impressing people when needed. So he was prepared to be a responsible and impressive adult that could reassure anyone who needed it.

Frankly, it amused him.

At least one student had requested they speak, and after the past few weeks, Hannibal wondered if there might be more as well.

So, he was in his office, soothing classical music playing and spiced tea brewing, reading his tablet and waiting.


[OOC: Waiting for one, but open to others, though not at the same time! Eleanor's thread is content-NFB, please, and also TRIGGER WARNING for discussion of suicide.]

Hannibal was rather looking forward to meeting any parents or other folks who might come to visit. He'd set out a number of gourmet appetizers, had the drapes pulled back to let in the light (he didn't think he had any vampires coming today), and had a bit of light classical music playing as he sat and read.

[open door and post!]

Hannibal didn't much expect his students to need him yet, unless Anna wanted to start learning to use video or Isabelle decided to drop the class, but he believed in keeping good habits. So he was in his office, working on future lesson plans, pruning his herbs, and listening to opera.



[OOC: Open door and post!]

After the weekend's shenanigans, Hannibal was determined to get back to normal. After leaving a particularly spectacular present for Jack back in Baltimore, he set to preparing his next lesson for his students.

And made very certain to be as boring as possible in the process. Just in case.



[Open to anyone who wants to drop by!]

Hannibal ate his own food after class, and pondered whether he should include the terrine with lamb's brains in the after-semester party, and whether he should see if the school had a suitable setup or if he should enquire at one of the local hotels.

Meanwhile, he had next week's lesson to plan, and he was determined to find a recipe for chocolate involving insects that Rilla would enjoy.

[OOC: Open office! ...not the software. Feel free to drop by!]

Hannibal sat and scowled at the lovely and macabre artwork on his walls. He had half a mind to leave, but he had posted his hours, and no...whatever the hell this was...was going to stop him.

Odd was one thing. Students that seemed to actually not be human was something he could accept; he liked to think he had a very open mind. But if there was one thing he prided himself on (well, there were a number of them, but still), it was having control of himself. The fact he seemed unable to keep from singing his thanks to the shuttle driver was unacceptable!

So far, he'd managed to avoid any further embarrassment by copious amounts of coffee and judicious application of the arias from Bach's Coffee Cantata. Unfortunately, he was not a soprano; he wasn't even a tenor! And the necessary key change was doing the song no favors, damn it.

Any students with questions or professors with greetings had better hope they weren't too annoying; Hannibal was not in a good mood.


[OOC: Please drop by! He'll only bite metaphorically. Also, he still has no TA, if anyone's so inclined!]