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*No one sees him walk from the stairs to the Staff Hallway, and he doesn't care. It's not breaking the rules as far as he's concerned. And if it is, it's too damned tired to care. Having spent another night comforting his favorite Anthropomorphic representation, he could use a hot shower, a change of clothes, some hot coffee, and some breakfast. Preferably in that order.*

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*No one expects an Alanna hallway collision. He stumbles back a half step catching himself on the wall.*

Dude, what where' you're .... Alanna?

*Alanna rubs her head.* Yes. I think so, yes. *She points to herself* Alanna... *and then to Raph.* Raph. I think that's right, but I haven't had coffee so it's hard to tell. Which one of us used to be a turtle again? *She grins.*

*It's an animal reaction, the cocking the head to oneside at the sound of an incomprehensible human voice. And while he's human...let's face Human is his second body-language.*

What?

*shaking his head and holding up his hands in surrender*

Nevermind...I wouldn't get it anyway. What're you doin' skulkin' round the hallway this time of the mornin'?

*Her eyes widen, and she turns a rather remarkable shade of red. It clashes horribly with her hair.*

Um... I was... the thing is... coffee? *She says this weakly, turning to look back at Peter's room without conscious thought.*

*Raph files this away for a time when he's more awake. Coffee though, that he understands right off. In the middle of nodding in agreement over the need of coffee, a yawn hits him.*

coffee good....

The security office is closer than the bar. However... *Alanna bites her lip.* Goddess, I'm such a lackwit. We really do need to talk. Tim's back, apparently. He left a note. And... has anyone told you about Lecter? *She grimaces, waiting for the inevitable explosion.*

*There's that head shift thing again.*

Tim's just back? What the hell? An' what do you mean has anyone told me about Lecter? Did he do something to Bruce?

*His eyes narrow.*

That's exactly what his note said. No details. *She clears her throat.* No, nothing to Bruce. He, um... tried to bite my face.

*Forgetting that note everyone has seen Silence of the Lambs...*

An' you didn't see that comin' from a mile away?

*She blinks* It's not the sort of thing one expects. I tried to charm and relax him, coax him into revealing something, and the next thing I knew, he was lunging at me with death in his eyes. *She snickers.* Well, behind him at least. Death stopped him.

He's not right in the head, that one. Too smart for his own good. At least he didn't cut your face off and wear it as his own.

*Said all very matter of factly. Then he smiles*

Heh, that's my girl.

*She staaaaaaaaaaares at him.* Pardon? Raph, are you feeling alright? That's an incredibly odd thing to say. Do people do that in your world? *Shuddering, she glances toward the security office. Time to make Raph mad.*

That's exactly what I said when he kissed her. Raph's woman. He didn't seem too concerned.

*She didn't just....did she?....*

what?

*It's not so much a whisper, as a low growl.*

*Alanna snarls.* He's a menace. He leaned back and kissed her. As Death was obviously in charge of the situation and clearly off-duty, he lived. *Her eyes narrow.* But I do wish you would teach him a lesson. Just... stay out of the cell.

*He takes a deep breath, looks away, and clenches his hands into fists all in one movement.*

like she ain't got enough to deal with right now...mind rapin' mutha...*growl*

OH I know what he's capable of. Don't you worry.

*She nods.* Good. I would hate for you to get hurt. I don't particularly feel like cleaning up the blood. *Smiling, she leans over and gives him an impulsive hug. It's very quick as she would rather not die at the moment.* In case I haven't mentioned it recently, Death is amazing. I suspect I would have been hurt had she not been there.

*Rather absently...as the anger begins to burble up towards the surface. The realization that Lecter tried something on Alanna and suceeded at doing something to Death finally catching up with him.

His count to ten is almost tangible. OH how he wants to throttle the guy. Just choke the ever living daylights out of him.*

Knew he was a problem from the get go. Even with him behind bars no one's safe. He can just about anyone into doin' anything.

*Sighing, Alanna stares longingly at the bar door. Cooooffffeeeeeee.*

I tend to agree. He refused to answer any of my questions about Tim. I guess that doesn't really matter now since Tim's back, and Yrael agreed that Lecter may not know what happened. Still, he tried to eat my head and kissed Death. Surely that's enough to keep him locked up for a few days? *She looks worried. Something tells her he might try to finish what he started once he's released.*

OH no...he ain't gettin' out anytime soon. Not if I've got somethin' to say about it. She...she wouldn't handle it well.

Dream....Dream's not...there's a problem with Dream. He's gone schitzo.

Thank the Goddess. Wait... what? *Alanna looks startled.* What does that mean exactly?

No idea, but nothin' good...that's for damn sure. Just... stay away from him if you can. Anything that has her this rattled is somethin' we don't want to even think about dealin' with.

*She nods. The prospect of Death being disturbed by someone worries her deeply.* You're right; this can't be good. Does Bernard know?

Dunno...haven't seen him. Been busy. She's been off since Lecter opened that door...an' now this?
fuck

*He looks tired again, his concern for Death overpowering his anger at Lecter...just slightly*

*Alanna pats his arm reassuringly.* Everything will be alright, Raph. She has you, and should she ever need my assistance, she has me. We will get to the bottom of this. Promise.

*nodding reluctantly*

yeah...yeah I know.

*Exhaustion begins to take over again*
I'm...I'm gonna go shower and try to feel ~~human~~ like myself again. Then we'll deal with this one homocidial whackjob at a time.

*Alanna smiles.* Very well. I'm going to go get some coffee before my head explodes. It was nice...er, bumping into you. If you see Tim, try to get a straight answer out of him, alright? *Shaking her head, she starts to walk toward the bar.* Talk to you soon, Raph.

*Facapalm*
frickin' tim.
When it rains 'round here, it pours.

Catch ya' later Alanna.

*He makes his way down the hall to his room.*

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