Hannibal's lab, Tuesday

[sharp_man]

There was a party tonight, which meant that Hannibal had any number of experiments to see to during the day. He had to make certain nothing would explode, melt, or run off while he was gone.

So, he would be here doing that today. And maybe trying to find another jaw for his best creation. The poor thing was shy about missing it.


[Open post! No therapy today, but if you need mad lab things or a Hannibal, here's the place.]

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[myownface]

It was fortunate, then, that Sparkle wasn't here for therapy. Hannibal had other things he wanted, after all. And he was peering in the doorway with a bag of body parts of questionable origin, grinning his (literally) ghoulish grin.

"They're fresh. I checked."

Please excuse the chew marks.

[OOC: LATE BUT I DON'T CARE.]

[sharp_man]

Hannibal narrowed his eyes. He had rather a fondness for this particular ghoul, and he'd learned a lot over the years, but he did have a tendency for letting his impulses get the better of him.

"Checked?" he asked. "Did you leave them whole?"

[myownface]

Sparkle paused for a long moment, and then looked at the bag he'd carried in.

"... Mostly?"

He'd only gnawed on them a little.

Lot.

A bit.

He was still hungry, okay?

[sharp_man]

Hannibal sighed. "I told you, you can have all of the leftovers, and all the other parts I don't need. Right now, I just need one jaw and chest without tooth marks in them."

He gave Sparkle a stern look.

[myownface]

"What about... just a few tooth marks? On the inside?"

Nobody could see the toothmarks on the inside, right?

[sharp_man]

"Are they structurally sound?" Hannibal asked. He could still make use of them so long as they were.

[myownface]

"The jaws clack and the ribs aren't broken," Sparkle replied with a shrug. "The bones are sturdy, too."

A little gnawed-on, but he didn't do any crunching. You're welcome, Hannibal.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal nodded and made a space on the largest table. "Put them over here, then, let's see what we have."

[myownface]

Sparkle gave a pleased little grin as he walked over to the table and turned his bag upside-down over it. An assortment of body parts in varying states of decay tumbled out across its surface. Fortunately, the fresher ones weren't too gnawed. Some of the more rotten ones weren't looking so good, though.

"See? I was good."

[sharp_man]

Hannibal smiled a little at the enthusiasm. He sorted the more rotten ones out and tossed them onto the table in front of Sparkle, then went through the others more carefully, keeping two chests and four jaws that looked acceptable.

"There you go; the rest is all yours."

[myownface]

Sparkle gave a gleeful little cackle as he shoved most of the extras back into his bag. He did save one of the nastier looking jawbones, though, to nibble on as he talked. It was ripe. His favourite.

"Are those all for him," he wondered, "or are you making more?"

[sharp_man]

"I only need one," Hannibal said. "But I want to see which one works best." There was an artistry to this thing.

[myownface]

Sparkle paused for a long moment at that, and then gave Hannibal a hopeful smile.

"So there'll be leftovers?"

Look, if he was putting all his effort into the one pet project, then Sparkle would be happy to help him keep the place clear of clutter.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal gave him an exasperated but fond look. "Yes, very probably. I'll let you know."

[myownface]

Sparkle gave a bright grin and then took a very crunchy bite out of the jawbone in his hand. After a few thoughtful (also crunchy) chews and a swallow, he titled his head a little.

"Anything else I can help with?"

[sharp_man]

Hannibal eyed him. "Will you be going to the Halloween party tonight?"

[myownface]

Sparkle gave that question some careful thought around a mouthful of tongue. And then he shrugged.

"I can miss it," he decided. "I like stuff besides parties on Halloween more anyway."

[sharp_man]

Hannibal nodded. "If you have the time, you could stop by here and make certain nothing's bubbling that shouldn't be, or not bubbling that should. I'll label them."

[myownface]

"I can do that," Sparkle decided after a moment. And then another moment or three more, "and play with the cats?"

He liked cats. They understood him.

[sharp_man]

"And play with the cats," Hannibal agreed. He wasn't worried about them; they were alive, and safe from eating. "But not in the lab," he added firmly. "Cats in the house, experiments only in the lab."

[myownface]

"Bubbles in the lab, cats in the house," Sparkle agreed, nodding. "No bubbling cats."

Very important to keep an eye on, there. If the cats were bubbling, something had gone horribly wrong.