Fandom Island Counseling Services and Psychiatry, Monday

[sharp_as_knives]

Vacation had been lovely, but Hannibal was pleased to be back at home, too. His patients seemed glad to see him, too. Some of them far too enthusiastically. He'd blame it on the island, but some people seemed to just be like that. And there hadn't even been any invasions while he'd been gone!

Nevertheless, he was in his office, seeing people, working on another set of wedding invitations, and open to working in friends or colleagues who might want to see him.


[Open post; the doctor is in! No OCD.]

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[captainskullpoopl]

Deadpool of course chose the sofa and laid our like he wanted to be drawn like a French girl.

"Oh, you know. The usual. A Good Will Hunting moment of emotional rawness that'll win me my first, but not last, Oscar."

[sharp_as_knives]

Whatever that meant.

"So you're hoping less to solve your issues, and more to engage in drama?"

The charge was the same either way.

Possibly with extra for hazard pay.

[captainskullpoopl]

"Are you implying I'm dramatic?" That was hurtful and rude, Hannibal.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Oscars rarely go to comedies," Hannibal pointed out. "You mentioned 'emotional rawness' as well." He spread his hands. "I am willing to entertain drama or real assistance; I would simply like to know which it is you're after."

[captainskullpoopl]

"Well, I don't want encephalitis, so... which side is that on?" Because it was pretty fucking dramatic either way.

[sharp_as_knives]

Also far too precise for it to be anything other than certain knowledge. There would be no bluffing here.

Hannibal crossed his legs and leaned back, outwardly cool, and inwardly getting Jono's attention. Loudly. "I take then that Will has sent you? You should be aware that I have an extremely powerful fiancé that would take any attack on me extremely poorly."

[captainskullpoopl]

Or a pathological fear of encephalitis. Man, was that a bitch to spell every time.

"...are we talking about Starsmore? The X-Man? Or did you have another fiance. If so, you dog, you."

A beat.

"Wait, how'd you get that lil' accent mark?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Please, give Hannibal a little credit.

"Jono Starsmore, yes." Who was presently informing Hannibal that if he wasn't already dead, he shouldn't worry. Which was only slightly reassuring.

And it was é. Not that Hannibal knew what that comment was about.

[captainskullpoopl]

Excuse you, he was perfectly capable of talking and murdering and being adorable all at the same time.

"From the X-Cult that has this weird hard on for me since I became the popular one. It's like that movie Mean Girls only not at all."

[sharp_as_knives]

"I'll have to take your word for that," Hannibal said, "as I've never heard any of them mention you in his world."

And he'd never seen Mean Girls.

[captainskullpoopl]

That was just sad, Hannibal.

"That's because Fox doesn't care about the rights to him even after that foxy Oscar Isaac played Apocalypse. Yet another missed opportunity to have a time travelling anti-hero... lost," Deadpool said sadly, reaching out to the air like he could snatch Cable back to being cast finally.

[sharp_as_knives]

"A time-travelling anti-hero?" Hannibal asked. "Is that you?"

That would explain...either many things or precisely nothing.

[captainskullpoopl]

"Me? No. I mean. I guess I could start carrying a larger gun and wait until that Barnes guy has a metal arm to steal..." Deadpool said, tilting his head thoughtfully. "Oh, now it's a plan."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Why would you want to steal somebody's arm?" Hannibal asked. Not that he was discouraging the idea, but what would it accomplish?

[captainskullpoopl]

"Uhhhh, because I would need a metal arm for this to work. Keep the fuck up, low rent Anthony Hopkins."

Maybe if he got a glow stick for the eye...

[sharp_as_knives]

Excuse you, Hannibal was never low rent.

He thinned his lips at Deadpool. "If you expect anything from this session, even simply an acknowledgment of your drama, I will thank you to be civil. So, you need a metal arm to become a time-traveling anti-hero? Why?"

[captainskullpoopl]

"Sorry, low-rent Doctor Strange villain," Deadpool muttered, rolling his eyes. "Because they haven't cast my boyfriend slash antagonist yet. Fingers crossed on Ron Perlman."

That he and Vanessa would double team. Awwww yeeeeah.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I'm curious about something," Hannibal said. "Do you expect people to follow the things that you say, or do you simply enjoy confusing or shocking them?"

[captainskullpoopl]

"Well, I follow what I say. And the audience follows what I say. So..."

He'd wave, but the text based medium made if difficult.

"Not my fault I got put into this shitty Livejournal RP thing. I mean, honestly, I didn't realize it was still a thing. It's so 2010, right? I thought all the youths were over Tumbling and Instagraming and being crushed under the weight of student loans while society collapses around them in a hellish vortex of mindless stupidity."

A beat.

"They're so precious."

[sharp_as_knives]

"I see no audience," Hannibal said, "only you. And myself, at the moment. Since you're speaking to me," nominally, "shouldn't I know what you're speaking about?"

[captainskullpoopl]

Deadpool just gave him a look like this was just being forced on him and then sighed. "Fine, ask your therapy questions before I confuse you with Benedict Cumberbatch again."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Do you want therapy?" Hannibal asked. "Why have you come here?"

[captainskullpoopl]

Becasue YOLO.

"Those are just awful therapist questions. I want you to know that. I'm deeply disappointed here."

[sharp_as_knives]

"They are the basis to future interactions," Hannibal said. "Until I determine what it is you hope to accomplish here, I won't know what else I should ask."

At the moment, he was rather leaning toward Deadpool simply trolling him, and was determined to be as calm and helpful as possible in the face of it.

[captainskullpoopl]

Oh, that sounded like a challenge.

"To overcome childhood trauma?" Deadpool suggested with too much cheer.