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[glumshoe]

[ Transitioning from one kind of prison to another shouldn't be this pat, but Will Graham is taking it as in stride as any recently sane person. The device Wonderland affords its "guests" isn't entirely dissimilar to a few of the smart phones or tablets back home, leaving it a question of what would drive him to invite possibly scores of people to bother him. Several days of observing others spontaneously turn into children, swap genders, and otherwise defy natural law really hammer in that he's stuck in Oz and he's no Dorothy that'll be going home soon.

The drab jumpsuit he arrived in has been traded for the comfortable plaid he's always favored, feeling a strange disconnect from himself while shrugging it on. Will manages to make it to the docks without accost or transformation, turning on the feed without much ceremony. Wonderland will see someone who's definitely lost more than a few days of sleep, altogether a little too rumpled to be called put-together, though his eyes are clear and lucid. ]

Uhm, hello. My name is Will Graham. I'm what you'd call a new arrival, though I've gathered that there's been a version of me here before. I can't account for that. I am - [ He pauses, a bit of a rueful edge sharpening the set of his mouth. ] - I have worked with the FBI as a teacher and criminal profiler. Some of you might be familiar.

Now that I've spent some time confirming that this is, in fact, not a delusion or fever dream in the most literal sense, I'm at something of a loss.

[ One hand comes into view and scrubs the side of his face, the feed jostling and listing to the side as he looks away. It's not eye contact but he feels the weight of eyes pressing on him all the same. He should have just figured out how to broadcast his voice. ]

It's definitely unusual, I'm just not so certain it's cruel, depending on what it is you're leaving behind. Clearly anyone can be taken for any reason, so the punishment doesn't necessarily fit the crime. No crime is needed at all, which sounds like the U.S. justice system in a nutshell besides. Not that I want to attribute this trip to "Wonderland" to it, however, as that would imply it had imagination.

[ If it sounds like he's speaking from experience, that's because he is. ]

If there's some documentation where I can get up to speed, I'd be grateful for the direction granted I don't get turned into a toad on the way. Aside from that, if anyone runs into a well-dressed man, middle aged, goes by the name Hannibal Lecter - [ Don't trust him. He goes still, rewording himself. ] - tell him I'm looking for him.

❧ Entry No.1

[avoirfaim]

[ Hannibal does not make himself known on the network right away. He instead explores, reading what he can and figuring out exactly where he is. Wonderland. He's not above believing in what was once thought impossible, so long all the evidence fits. God works in mysterious, cruel ways after all, and Hannibal takes it in stride. He takes a day to officially announce his arrival. Making a move on the board without knowing what game you’re playing is be naive at best, but more likely just plain stupid. His device is comfortable enough in his hand, like the familiar shape of his ipad, and he’s already scrolled through, until he found he understood the situation well enough. Only then, after learning what he could and checking his person suit in the mirror does he show himself. It’s a video, and Hannibal is the model of concerned professionalism. ]

Good evening, my name is Doctor Hannibal Lecter, and it seems that I’m what you might call a new arrival. I’ve combed through the archives and believe that I have a good understanding of the situation at hand. While I do find it terribly rude that I have been torn from my home without the courtesy of an invitation, one can hardly expect such a formality from any higher power.

[ Not that he considers himself to be lesser in any way, but it’s curious, and he keeps the thought to himself, as he does so many others. He then pauses for a moment with his tongue to the roof of his mouth, choosing his words, before continuing. ]

It seems that I’m not alone in being pulled from my world into this one, so I find myself somewhat obligated by my profession to provide you all with a warning. There is a man here now, another new arrival, by the name of Will Graham. While I do consider him to be a friend and a good man, he has a history of mental instability and is currently on trial for multiple murders. I would suggest exercising caution in his presence and referring to me should you have any questions or concerns.

[Do you see that waters of being genuinely concerned in his eyes? Good. ]

❧ Entry No.2

[avoirfaim]

[ Hannibal Lecter exudes calm on most occasions, and this is no exception. Sitting at his desk with his device propped up, he is a model collected gentleman. Under one arm are four books, though only one spine is visible. Silence of the Lambs. Everyone seemed to know that one, but not the others, and the other three were far too revealing for him to advertise. It's all composed meticulously, with his tie and jacket missing to present a level of casual comfort to his audience.

His smile is friendly, and his eyes ring with a sort of concern for his coming statement.]

Good afternoon. I would like to make two announcements. Firstly, it seems that I share a name with someone rather...problematic. [He taps the books with his index finger. ] I felt it necessary to clarify that while my name is in fact Hannibal Lecter, that is the only thing I share with the man in this book. My apologies to anyone who might have been mislead by this unfortunate coincidence.

[ And boy does he seem genuine. He's going to be holding onto those books though, leaving it entirely up to Wonderland whether or not those books should show up in the library again. ]

Second, as a thank you to those who so generously assisted me upon my arrival, I will be holding a dinner party. Next Wednesday evening, I invite each of you to join me at my dinner table, compliments of the chef. RSVPs are expected, as well as formal to semi-formal dress. This invitation does not extend beyond those whom I have met I am sorry to say, but perhaps if this is a success I can hold a larger, more expansive party in the future. If there is someone with service experience interested in being wait staff for the evening, you will be paid in fine cuisine for your time.

And I believe that is all, thank you for your time.


{ quick ooc edit: fourth wall breakage is fun and I am all for it in moderation, but constantly trying to work around it given how pervasive Hannibal Lecter is in pop culture would be a huge strain. This first note is meant for anyone who has already noticed it, and obv you can still fourth wall with him, but moderation is key! I trust everyone's judgment, ilu eway. }

[audio/action for anyone at the beach] and it's covered in jellyfish (some spoilers)

[goodnightlisteners]

[Cecil fell into the ocean as soon as he reappeared in Wonderland, mostly because he's a desert guy and doesn't know jack shit about the ocean.]

[After a few hours of frantic swimming he has calmed down, and has come to terms with both the fact that he is back in Wonderland and that he is currently part extremely fabulous octopus. One of these things is a bit easier to deal with than the other.]

[Clearly the most logical thing to do is do a broadcast. When in doubt, do radio! At the very least it might help channel his simmering anger about what just happened back in Night Vale.]

You can never go home again. You cannot change the past. You can't take it with you. One of these things is completely false. Welcome back...to Wonderland.

( with a hammer )