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infomodder) wrote2016-11-10 08:05 pm
infomodder) wrote2016-11-10 08:05 pm
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IC Contact [Asgard]
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[Note: Will is unlikely to use video unless there is a good need for it. He'd be more inclined to do text until he's made a substantial recovery and becomes more comfortable with voice.]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z06LXZQwkrc is this better
[For all the issues Will can have talking about certain things, the way he can take a moment before he says what he means while he figures out how to say it, this one is simple and steady and strong. The answer is no. This is not up for debate. A student asking him if they can have something special because they were irresponsible, not because of a family member or friend becoming sick, not because of things beyond their control, they would get that same tone. No. Oh, they were out drinking and didn't do their assignment? Oh, they stayed up late all weekend and couldn't come to class because they slept through it? They wanted extra time when the rest of the class didn't get it?
No. The answer would be a resounding, unyielding no. So it is with Lecter, even his name. If he shows up, Will has a list of people he'd immediately contact, even ones he didn't like much. If he shows up, if he makes an appearance on the network, Will knows exactly how to approach him. To Lecter, it could work. He might buy it. Lies, Will can lie. To everyone in Asgard who's gotten to know him in the slightest, something would seem off. In one fell swoop, if he played his cards right, he'd have Lecter thinking Will was still his friend and everyone watching who had run into Will multiple times thinking that either Will had been severely missing this man or something was very, very wrong.
His face is hard, his shoulders tense. One shoulder in particular is a little seized up. The dog is long forgotten, even as she bounds back into his lap. He doesn't respond to her, just lets her sit there and shuffle around a bit. She doesn't get attention now. It's all Whale, it's all Lecter, it's all what Will would have to do to make sure no one who he'd gotten close to in any way didn't kick the bucket.]
If he ever comes, which let's hope not, I'll let you know. If I don't let you know immediately, if he makes an appearance on this network, I'll reply. You'll know then, because I'm going to have to lie to get him to think I don't know who he is now. [It all happened so fast, after all. What's the last thing Will remembers if Lecter appears? Falling asleep in the car on the way to Minnesota, naturally. They're still friends, right? Even in Asgard, won't Lecter be his friend?] You're not going to want to punch him. You're not going to want to talk to him at all unless it's necessary. He's not... [How does he say this?] ...reasonable at all times. He's absolutely obsessed with me, and I'm rather certain he'd kill just to get my attention. So no, don't go anywhere near him if he ever appears. You don't want to end up like his victims, trust me. No one deserves the sorts of deaths he doles out.
[Oh, his name. No. He's not getting it. Though if Alana has mentioned anyone...that's a good road to where Whale could start. Hopefully she didn't.
Will's not so good with hope. He's lost most of it lately. Here's to hoping, though he doubts it'll last very long.]
or if we want to continue my top 40 taste http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHkozMIXZ8w
Because he wanted to punch this guy. And, he also wanted to find out more about him. If Alana thought that he was a good guy, if she thought that he was a sensible man, then he might have to rethink Will's sickness and Will's theory that his chef psychiatrist friend was the true monster, the true cause of all of Will's misfortunes...or if it was Will desperately trying to come up with an excuse, trying to rationalize the fact that so many bad things had happened to him in the span of a short time.
Whale knew that feeling, the feeling of wanting something to blame. But, possibly unlike Will, he knew that sometimes there wasn't anything to blame.]
Fine. Fine, I won't punch him, I won't even talk to the guy. But you've got to tell me his name so that I can actually avoid him. Otherwise what, I'd be avoiding every psychiatrist in the city? Not exactly feasible.
[Come on Will. Give him this much, give him this tiny bit of information, throw him the metaphorical bone. Whale gives the camera a tiny little smile, eyes reassuring, trying to tell Will that it can't hurt, just this little bit of information can't hurt at all]
runs to old school stuff to combat that https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHywdqH3F6Y
I didn't realize there was a surplus of psychiatrists in Asgard. [Were there really? Were any of them trained in the sort of doom and gloom like Alana had been, like Lecter, like Chilton steeped himself in, would continue once he'd recovered? He didn't need one, and he sure as hell wasn't able to go to Alana with it. Not yet.] I'm curious now, Doctor Whale, how you came to be the one to tell Alana I was here. Did the FBI come up? Did she ask for...names?
[When he finally looks up, there's little truly happy in that smile. There's little truly happy in Will Graham in the first place, and maybe Whale can see that now. See why. But he doesn't give that question time to settle, not really, because if he gives him his full name.
Oh yes. There is a joke to be made.]
His name is Doctor Lecter. [He can't even bother trying to pretend it's not obvious, though the idea of calling Lecter a cannibal is still rather gross in his mind. It all starts to add up, though, doesn't it? To horrific ends. Gourmet chef. What if? It's such a croaky voice he says it in, too. He hasn't said it out loud to anyone other than Abigail. It's almost like his mere name is so painful it leaves his throat dry enough to make his voice crack.] Doctor Hannibal Lecter, based in Baltimore, Maryland.
[God, he knows it's coming. He knows it in every fiber of his sick body, and he lets out a puff of air as if to say oh yes, he's thought of it. But really, could it be...that?]
I know what you're going to say. If he ever comes to Asgard, don't say it to him. He doesn't tolerate rudeness. That's very rude. He can't help what his parents named him.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3af4Gz4Daw everybody know he's a motherfucking monster
Truth be told, Whale had no idea how many psychiatrists there were in Asgard. But, considering the fact that he kept running into professionals in the city (doctors, FBI agents, probably a cop by now, who knows to begin with) he was certain that there were at least a few psychiatrists here.]
I ran into Alana in the hospital, actually. [Whale said, casually, trying to seem nonchalant about the whole thing.] I mentioned that a lot of people here seemed to have at least one person they knew from home, she asked about you. You weren't the only name she mentioned, though. She mentioned...Jack somebody, I know that much.
[It had been almost a week since their introduction, Whale couldn't help the fact that Jack Crawford's name had slipped his mind since then.] The FBI came up, but we didn't talk about it that much.
[As Will starts to say the name, Whale leans into the camera bit, listening intently, as if Will's about to reveal a bit of juicy gossip instead of the name of the man who had massively screwed up his life. And hey, Hannibal. That rhymes with cannibal.
...
wait a goddamn minute. That small theory that Will wasn't as mentally sound as Whale had thought and was instead using Hannibal as a scapegoat because he wanted answers that bad? Oh yeah. It's gaining some ground. There's no way that Hannibal was a cannibal. That...well, to start with, it was silly. If someone was named Hannibal, you think they would purposefully pick a life-path that didn't rhyme with their name. That'd be like Doctor Proctor: utterly stupid. Although, he was pretty certain a gourmet chef would have ways to make people not taste like people--not that Whale had any idea what people tasted like to begin with.
Note to self: eat salads around Will, just to be on the safe side. Drinking was okay, there wasn't any way you could put people into alcohol (was there?)]
My last name is "Whale." [Kind of.] I know not to make stupid jokes based on people's names.
i can't beat that. i have a million monster songs, but no one can beat nicki. it is known.
He's been a little awkward, naturally. Maybe a little withdrawn. Too many dogs. Carries bacon in his pockets now. Odd, that Will Graham. This man right now, this supposed serial killer and cannibal and everything wrong that one person could be, is one other thing that cannot be avoided: extremely bitter. He is so, so bitter. A bite of him would have the tongue recoiling, the taste buds burning.
A side of Will that hasn't been shown before comes up in this conversation, and not just because of all the new information. Now that names are pouring out, he cannot even pretend to hide that no, he's not just a little "off"—he's got way more to him than that.]
Jack Crawford. He was my boss, head of the unit I worked with. [If he looks bitter, it's nothing compared to the way he sounds.] Your name is Whale. His name is Hannibal. You know not to make jokes, but it's there, isn't it? The thought. The thought everyone was too polite to bring up.
[It rhymes. He's not in a cell at the moment with a thousand years to try and work things out while hoping he's not given placebos and doesn't end up dead before he can really unravel the mystery, but it's a matter of time.]
Alana doesn't have any idea, Doctor Whale. It seems we don't remember the same things. It seems things happened that she's not aware of. [Is it respecting her to keep it from her, and to keep everything about Abigail here from her, too? Is Will's request that Whale treat her right stemming from his inability to decide if he's doing just that? Hard to tell, but he's obviously conflicted. Bitter. Boiling, almost, possibly a ticking time bomb, because it does sound crazy, doesn't it. Paranoid. Like he's almost picking at Hannibal just because of his name, it's so easy, such a simple thing to jump to.] So. You're Frankenstein. Regina Mills will answer any questions. I won't ask her any questions. I won't tell a single soul what you've told me today.
[Oh yes, it's obvious that Will expects as much in return. If he's lying, if he's really this terrible serial killer, why would anyone want to upset him?]
Do you want me to call you by that name when we're in private?
[Will is Will. Sometimes Mister Graham, but only to certain people. There's no reason for him to ask to be called anything else. Definitely not the Copycat. But if Whale wants to be Victor or Frankenstein...]
you are speaking my language
Needless to say, he's going to have to do a little investigation of his own. Just gently bring up Will Graham to Alana, see what she thinks, posing it as a concerned friend, someone who cares, not the man's doctor who is starting to worry ever so slightly that he's gotten in over his head. He was a surgeon, not a psychiatrist. He could help cure Will's encephalitis. He couldn't cure any mental diseases.
And then they're back to Victor Frankenstein, like Hannibal the cannibal was just a passing thought. And really, Whale's thankful that Will won't ask Regina any questions. Out of all the people here, she's the one that could damn him the fastest. After all, he ruined her life twice over--and that is not a subject Whale is fond of going into at the moment.]
Don't worry. As far as I'm concerned, none of this leaves this...bracelet. [He can't exactly say 'none of this leaves this room,' now can he. And he's sincere in his words: he won't mention Will's thoughts on Hannibal Lecter to anyone else. That being said, there wasn't anything wrong with getting a second opinion on the man himself, or confessing to Alana his doubts of Will's sanity...but that was an entirely different can of worms he needed to sort out before he could do anything.] But call me whatever you want. Most people call me Whale nowadays, but I'll answer to anything.
[Whale, Victor, Frankenstein, that asshole over there...]
rap and gaga?
Besides, Will's not the one obsessed. He's not obsessed with Lecter. It's the other way around. Right? Of course it is.
He does have a little curiosity about Regina Mills and makes a note to look for her, but he won't mention Whale out of the blue (oh dear).]
Doctor Whale. [His lips twitch a little; this conversation has been so heavy that trying to work it into something light and humorous is actually physically difficult.] Also known as the guy I can hit up when I have a little too much to drink and can't stop singing The Police so I just have to share the experience.
[One day, it will happen. That's not a sign that he's crazy. No, it's a sign that Will appreciates someone who knows his kind of music. He couldn't call up Lecter with that, couldn't belt out some operatic shit in Italian, even if he was completely sober.]
Thank you. For everything.
[It's clear those aren't words Will says much. He even drops his eyes, contact lost, swallowing, biting his lip. Jesus, where do they go from here, seriously?]
If you need anything, just holler. You know how to find me.
[Who the hell shouts at a guy going to prison for being a cannibalistic serial killer? Who the hells shouts at Victor Frankenstein? Oh, things he never thought he'd wonder.]