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IT'S TIME FOR DIPPING STICKS AND...

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Are you thinking about apping to to Cape & Cowl, but you want to get a feel of the setting and how your character will fit in it? Then you’ve come to the right place! Pick any of the following scenarios below or feel free to make up your own, and don’t be afraid to throw yourself at anyone’s thread, either!

And remember to have fun!

1. As you exit the Porter Building, the ambient noises you heard, so faint back inside where you found yourself at the center of glowing platform alone – save for the black screen and the female voice who greeted you – erupt in every direction. Every corner you look is bustling with people and cars and bicycles; people going about their everyday life, unaware you’re one of them: an imPort.

2. Or perhaps your bizarre behaviour or appearance catches their attention. Maybe it’s the communicator you picked up before leaving. Either way, several Cityzens headed your way come to a full stop immediately, each one eyeing you differently. Some looks outright afraid, others seem intrigued, and then there are the others whose surprise fades quickly and they carry on past you without as much a second glance.

3. Confused? The Network seems like a good place to start with soliciting information. There appear to be three functions for you to access: AUDIO, VIDEO, and TEXT. Make some friends while you’re at it!

4. Maybe you’re just thrilled to be here and help. The night time is a great time to scope out the underbelly of the City and its criminals. There’s always something going on in its more troubled corners: breaking and entering, drugs or arms trafficking, an attempting kidnapping... the list goes on. The question is: what will you do, Hero?

5. Make up your own scenario, if you wish! You may have discovered the Porter has granted you the ability to make it hail cats. Or that your power of super speed is gone entirely. Maybe you’ve noticed the Statue of Liberty’s sporting a new look. It’s up to you!

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[Haunt Will's kitchen, haunt his own kitchen, haunt every kitchen he has access to—most people would take it as a blessing, not a curse.

Then again, most people don't know what they're really when he has the time to properly prepare for a meal. But it's so delicious, surely they wouldn't mind...?]

If you find it too hot, we'll turn up the air and make it more fitting.

[Rude is always dangerous. He looks him over a minute, taking in the color of his face and his stance. His smell. Yes, this is most decidedly the Will Graham he knows. But what does he remember? What has he been through? What does he know?]

I've got all I needed. Were you looking for something in particular? Let's get what you need and move along, shall we? It's best cooked immediately, even if good fresh produce can last a while.

[deadpan:] You're sitting in a furniture store and begging for work on the internet. I'm not sure what else you would expect to be welcomed with.

[He feels that there are words Chilton would rather use than the base uneasy, but he won't press. He'll unravel in his own time. Or, more accurately, as and when Hannibal wants him to. He can wait. And, besides, Hannibal's already thought the majority of words that can go in its place. It's nothing new.]

Ah, yes, I remember that. It wasn't too long ago when I was pulled here, but not much of interest passed in between then and the night I went to bed before I found myself here. It was odd, the change of seasons you've mentioned. But, really, I must be honest: it is the least of this place's oddness.

You should know, also, that I'll entertain you for dinner whenever you'd like. And, of course, help you find your seat a desk befitting a man of your status. You've earned it, no matter where you find yourself.

[ What's a good way to first respond to freedom when you've been deprived it for so long? Abel Gideon doesn't know. Enjoy the sunshine, maybe, though even that is easier said than done when you're still barefoot in a drab blue hospital jumpsuit. At least he's not walking through snow.

It's not immediately that he does much more with the communicator other than hold it, but when he gets somewhere that he can move aside from the crowds and sit or lean without worrying he'll get jostled or have his feet stepped on, he finally fiddles with it a little curiously. ]

So this is new. [ It's mumbled, more to himself, and he only intermittently actually looks at the screen. As is occasionally visible, he's also got himself an ice cream from somewhere. ] Anyone there? Because. I have been wondering what the quota here is... on this "hero" thing. There's always that "good behavior" catch, they tell it to you every time, but... isn't usually quite so literal. Good to know all your options, I think.

[ He has no intention of following through, but y'know. Whatever. ]

Hah! Hah. [Fillmore can't help but admire good detail, really.] Oh, hrm. How did these batteries get back in...? Ah.

Technology.

[And addressed to Abigail, since it's so rude to hijack, and his doctor wouldn't approve:] It captures your whimsical youth pretty well, yeah?

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... Night cheese?

Yes, well, at least I don't smell like an assortment of canines.

Or Doctor Bloom.

You --

[How does he work the private button thingy? Maybe this one --

VOLUME UP 30 TIMES ITS NORMAL VOLUME]

ABEL.

[Oh, no. How aggravating. Maybe this --

-- the screen went black.

Wow he's under duress okay!!]

Abel Gideon.

[He tells himself he's given up, and then. FINALLY. PRIVATE.]

Abel. Gideon.

[Careful invoking Tarantino, now, a Blu-Ray of Kill Bill is already one-third of the items he requires as sacrifice. Throw in some grilled rabbit and a butcher knife and he'll never leave.]

You bet I am. Rented a nice place in the industrial park. Gonna have me a candlelight dinner, put some hardware in somebody's orifices, the whole nine yards.

Just gotta pick a guest.

YEAH, I'M A REGULAR MICHELANGELO, OVER HERE.

YOU WANT I SHOULD DO ONE OF YOU?

IT WAS GOING TO BE PATIENT, BUT BEST LAID PLANS AND ALL THAT.

YOU LOOK LIKE YOU NEED ALL THE DELEGATION YOU CAN GET. IS THAT A FIVE YEAR OLD IN YOUR OFFICE?

No, no- [he's forgotten what he came in here for, of course. hannibal's appearance knocked him off balance, made the world tilt just a degree more on its axis. will blinks slowly, trying to recall the list that he cycled through his mind a dozen times to commit to memory; before he stepped outside and felt the world, all the sounds and sights and people overwhelm him, before reality flattened out and went hazy when his focus shifted.] No, I...

[he decides that even an imagined doctor lecter probably knows better than he does (especially in this state), and gives a small nod.]

I didn't need anything. I don't need anything.

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[this guy doesn't exactly look like private investigator material: but if he's honest, then neither does will. he gives him the benefit of the doubt, mostly because at least another pair of hands (or most of them BADUMTISH) will at least lighten his own load.] Sometimes, if the circumstances warrant it.

Ah. [His light shrug only barely masked the irritation he felt. Upon coming to this new world, this fresh and different universe, he had found himself with: no money, save for the stipend given, no legacy, no psychiatric position, no power suited to his needs. And no personal lodging.

Frederick Chilton did not like his housing at the MAC. He didn't dare spend any additional time there, hence his impromptu and fairly unfortunate immediate setting.]

Who did you have to kill for an appropriate apartment?

[Spoken obviously like a joke, and his own meager smile betrays that much.]

[ The City has its fair share of Japanese imports, but Yako doesn't run into them much. It's just chance that's she's by the Porter building at all, walking past Kuranosuke while cradling a styrofoam tray of takoyaki she purchased from a little stall in the area. It's not quite the same as it would be back home, but it's good enough.

The sight of someone clearly new to the City catches her attention easily, though she pops a takoyaki ball into her mouth before she approaches. ]

They aren't so bad if you wear them under your shirt. [ Is what she has to offer in terms of advice, once she gets in earshot. Her own outfit isn't quite as glamorous as his is, and the heels not quite as impressive, but fashionable enough to suggest she does mind her appearance. She's observant enough to identify him as a man, though she's still working out if he'd prefer to be addressed as one. ]

[Kuranosuke appears to have been lost in thought so he jumps slightly upon hearing Yako speak. He gives her a once over before smiling brightly. He's unaware that she's seen through his choice in outfit and naturally slips into using his more feminine tone.]

But then the chain can still be seen. Although... Perhaps if I find a new chain to use... [His gaze turns thoughtfully back to the dogtags. Yeah, maybe he could glam them up a bit. Oh...but then he'd have to go through the trouble of making sure they match any outfit he throws together.]

[ She's not really one to offer fashion advice. Food's really more what she's interested in than dressing up. Her head tips a little at the shift in his voice, but she decides going along with it is less likely to be rude right now. ]

Or you could not wear them at all. Keep them on a keychain, or attached to your wallet? [ Though now that she's looking him over, does the dress even have any pockets... ]

[A keychain? What does she take him for? And a wallet to boot...] I don't really have either of those things.

Frederick... Chilton. [ Two can play at that game. ] See -- knew there'd be a catch.

[ He stares, almost-but-not-quite frowning at this discovery. Chilton seems a little too upset for Gideon to worry that he's somehow responsible for the present circumstances.

Thankfully. ]

But you don't have to shout.

[ ... Suddenly, she wonders if she might be over her head on this one. ]

You could always buy one. [ There's no shortage of tacky tourist souvenir shops around. ]

[Kuranosuke would look absolutely aghast at the idea. He'd never buy anything but the best if he bought a wallet.] I suppose I could. [He sound a bit distant as he considers it. And then he realizes he's going to have a buy new clothes as it is. He only has the one outfit. It would figure he'd end up pulled away form home on a day when he hadn't packed extra clothes and the likes.

And then there was all his mother's clothing and jewelry he doesn't have here. He frowns then shakes his head.] I suppose a lot of shopping is in order!

[a sharp but TOTALLY NOT OFFENDED inhale] Yes, well. At least I don't smell like disinfectant and secondhand book stores.

Is this really what you've stooped to?

[it's a ghost, a spectre, a howling beast from the land of the dead. or else, the porter has the ability to pluck beings from any point in time, as people have warned him. he should have been expecting this, really. it's only murphy's law in action.]

Oh. Doctor Gideon.

Don't -- don't patronize me. [Says the flustered man shooing away the five year old from his very official office.] I couldn't rent anything else, under this sudden restraint. I couldn't remain in that thing called a MAC.

I'm not going to sit here and suffer any more indignities.

[But desperate times.]

What have you in mind, then?

Ah. If it isn't Will Graham.

[ A regular parade of familiar faces, though not necessarily the familiar faces he'd personally pick. Isn't that always the way it goes, though.

He's very casual: ]

How's it been going? Clean up any interesting murders lately?

[ None of his, obviously, so probably not. ]

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IT'S TIME FOR DIPPING STICKS AND...

will plz just accept that hannibal can make normal people food gosh he's human too!!!

yeah we are the sober on saturday club over here that's for sure

http://i.imgur.com/00hFPhD.gif so glad you agree

Dr. Abel Gideon | NBC Hannibal

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voice;

it's such a sober club it's like drinking club sober... which is like club soda but slurring

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omg come to my bosom fillmore

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well yeah, you are what you eat.

VOICE; i just made a very undignified noise hello please let me love you.

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drive-by LOVE for playing this character, and i hope this tag is okay! <3_<3

i adore him :3

he's fabulous and that entire manga is a+

im on the latest chapter /sob

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i need to catch up on the latest three chapters thank you for reminding me owo

:3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wfQU14SiFP8

PRESSES FACE AGAINST SCREEN

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FOGS UP GLASS