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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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Abigail.

[He'll gloss over the fact of the matter that she has probably gotten a strange sense of "normal" and has no real room to talk, if only because a) he's not that cruel (yet), b) he's trying to make sure he's not asleep, and c) there's a better way to go about it than turning the topic to her troubles.]

In the world we come from, such a thing would be taken as abnormal, this much is true. Children rarely learn until parents "think they're ready" and some are never as ready as they would like to be. But here is a different place altogether, and what we presume to be normal where we come from is irrelevant.

What is not irrelevant is to see you once more. I'm very glad to hear your voice, even if you are discussing a carved penis.

[That's totally normal.]

[There's a tiny scoff, the camera finally coming to focus on her face once more as Hannibal continues. In the midst of all the insanity, this was familiar. This was normal. If not a touch dangerous. It was impossible to start over, after all, when a keeper of your secrets was present.]

I'm glad to hear yours, too. I thought I was all alone. In a Brave New World.

You [will never be alone as long as I live and your body isn't in pieces] will never be alone, Abigail. You are a very engaging you woman, and I believe you will make friends easily. No one needs to know about your past here.

You'll weather this tempest without that burden hanging over your head, I assure you. I will make certain of it.

[Her breath catches for a moment- it's hard to resist licking her lips, so incredible is the offer Hannibal is laying before her. But she's a mature young woman. She can be in control of her body, at least.]

No one knows, then- no one will ever know. What he did? What we...were part of?

[It's okay. Hannibal takes lip-licking as a good sign, particularly when he's the reason it's happened.]

Why would anyone know? It's hardly an easy topic of conversation to bring up, and not one I've found any real reason to discuss.

[It's not like he can just casually bring it up over a fancy meal, after all. He can talk about having been a witness to crime scenes, certainly, but going into detail? Doesn't happen.

Nor does he want it to.]

None of the people here other than those you already know should have any knowledge of it, no. This is a change. A fresh state. I have every faith in you that you will make good with it.

Even Will?

[She can't help it. She knows Will means well, that Will is good- bit also that she probably isn't. Not after everything she did. So part of Will's goodness in protecting her may be letting everyone know who she was. What she was.]

What have you two been doing since you got here?

Will knows only what he needs to know, Abigail. You are not the only one I have endeavored to protect to the best of my ability.

[He can't stand poorly tenderized veal. It's simply not to be done.]

We've been doing nothing we weren't really doing before. Will and I should not be your main focus, Abigail. You must focus on adapting and learning about yourself in a new place, not on us. Can you do that?

[Slow breath, she has to look away from the camera for this part.]

Be someone else? I...

[And she can't even look away for this one. Not with Hannibal. She closes her eyes before continuing.]

I can do that. I wanted to go to school. To be an FBI agent. They'll let me here, won't they? They don't know any better. I can help people.

You can be whoever you want, and you can be whatever you want. For my own part, I've gone back to surgery, to working with the body instead of the mind. It was a difficult change, but one that benefited me and has benefited the injured. You want to go to school? Go to school. You want to join the FBI here? Join the FBI.

The only thing here to stop you is yourself, Abigail. No one can stand in your way, nor will I let anyone who tries succeed.

[The only thing that he'll ever let stop Abigail is himself. Nothing new with her paternal figures in that regard, right?]

Why did you go back?

[Her own fate can wait. In comparison to him- who thinks to much further in advance, who plans- her own destiny is easy to determine]

[Because

he doesn't

care

about the majority of people, why should he care about a whole new world comprised of people from completely different worlds? How many extra sessions would he need to learn about the normality of one to another in order to adjust his therapy accordingly?]

I found myself with a new set of skills that would be more profitable if I went back to the roots of my medical training. That, and there are already good psychiatrists here. [Just not great ones because that's Hannibal and only Hannibal.] What's one more change when the world itself is new and fresh? I found it more fitting.

But we can still talk. This might be better than before. There's no reason for me to need a professional out here, is there?

[Because if no one knows how fucked up she is, then she can simply be not fucked up. Like the scarf hiding her neck. So long as it doesn't show, it may as well not exist.]

[Hannibal takes a moment, making sure he's understanding her. Is she asking if she no longer has a need for psychiatric care since her past can be put behind her? That's what he believes she's saying, and that is a tricky topic indeed.]

I believe, Abigail, that you do not need a professional from here. It would take too many sessions to give them all the information they need, and even then, the information would be lacking. I do not think it wise, no.

If you are asking whether or not you and I can be more than anything like doctor and patient, then yes. We definitely can. I was never your doctor, only one who hoped he was acting in your best interest.

I intend to act in your best interest as long as you allow it. There does not have to be anything professional about it. We can simply be friends, if that is what you would like.

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