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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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*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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