'Tis the season to be scared, after all!

[quid_pro_quo]

You need not trouble yourself with giving me my books back, Mundane.

I would like to have people to read, now.

Please see what you can do about that.

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[plainordinary]

[No. That can't be. He's locked away. Has to be.]

[quid_pro_quo]

I see you there, Will. Tell me, how is your Mundane's headspace?

Comfortable enough for you? And for any Muses who share it with you? Thus placing themselves in danger...

[plainordinary]

[crap]

How did you get out?

[RUDE, Will. Rude. of course there's others, but the Doctor's hand and Doctor Lecter? that's just asking for bad things]

[quid_pro_quo]

Whatever do you mean by "get out"? I'm afraid I am still quite confined.

There was merely a transfer. From Chilton's playhouse to the headspace of this Mundane.

[divorcee]

[Woah-ho-ho, talk about creepy.]

I'm thinking you should stick with books. Just saying.

[quid_pro_quo]

But I find people to be much more interesting reads.

.....Most of the time, anyway. You, sadly, are on a rather basic level.

[divorcee]

Says you. Basic was a looong time ago, buddy. [Yes, he's being deliberately obtuse.]

[found_humanity]

Why do you seek to find others to read?

[quid_pro_quo]

For study, naturally.

[one_winged_demon]

Okay I'll admit, I wasn't expecting to see you here.

[quid_pro_quo]

And who might you be? A fan of mine, perhaps?

[one_winged_demon]

Not exactly a fan. You're actually close to a standard for my species as far as your tastes go.

But I'm Marctavious. I know about you the same way your mun does.

[kosmic_angel]

[Threat Level: Minimum... |]

Given the season of the year and my mundane minimal knowledge reagrding you, I detect that there is a 90% chance that several people will attempt to "enable" somewhere.

I have determined that such an actual may prove detrimental to the health of others that would be in the same game.

[quid_pro_quo]

Minimal knowledge? Your Mun doesn't know who I am?

[kosmic_angel]

Affirmative. She is aware of your name and that there is a level of horror involved in your canon.

[inthelion]

If your Mundane has a sense of self-preservation, Dr. Lecter, he or she won't take your direction.

[While Clarice can't imagine why someone would willingly invite a monster convicted serial killer into their headspace –in her experience, even uninvited Dr. Lecter's personage embeds itself like a barb into all who meet him, unwanted but incapable of being ignored– by this point it's practically second nature for her to try and safeguard the situation.]

[quid_pro_quo]

Ah, agent Clarice Starling. I was rather hoping I'd see you here.

And I disagree. If I were to be let into a game, my Mun would likely be more free of me.

[inthelion]

I find that hard to believe, Doctor. You'd always be in her [his?] head. [The figurative meaning being the more pertinent one here.]

[thecutetransfer]

My Mun says you're a psychiatrist.

....That's reason enough to make me want to stay away from you. *gulp*

[quid_pro_quo]

Only people with issues they wish to conceal are afraid of seeing a psychiatrist.

[thecutetransfer]

Yeah. You would know all about that, wouldn't you? Hehhehheh...

[crazylikeafawkes]

'Hoc tantum posso dicere, non amo te...'

...to tease. It is 'Fell' with that face, is it not?

[quid_pro_quo]

Ah, it's good to meet another man of culture in this place.

[crazylikeafawkes]

It is, indeed; a truth-to-tell appealing to my actor's ego. Too many men appear indifferent to the arts, unaware of the ways in which memory might matter.

[inmateincharge]

Why, if it ain't the purple people-eater in the flesh! [Okay, so nothing about Hannibal is purple, but he can't resist the opportunity to throw alliteration in there.] Love your work - I don't really have the stomach for cannibalism, but you pull it off with style!