The 'A Cut Above' Orphanage (Formerly Groovy Tunes), Sunday

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal Lecter, manager and mentor to Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir to the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, came downstairs in an artfully arranged smoking jacket, silk pajama pants, and sneakers that would never show up on screen.

After getting some coffee (previously arranged through the prop department mysterious means), he sat at his large oaken desk and pulled up his e-mail (which only took one button press), checking for the list of available orphans Bruce Wayne had promised him.


[OOC: open thread, no OCD, if anyone wants to drop by for orphaning, caffeining, or random wtfery!]

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[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

An e-mail came through with very large text so that it could be seen by a camera some distance away.

Things changed. Deal's off. Keep your coffee and I'll keep my orphans.

Bruce Wayne

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal scowled and pounded his desk dramatically. "We had an agreement, Mr. Wayne. You will regret this."

He sat back in his chair, his eyes narrowed, and began to plot. He was going to need more orphans.