- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

Comments

should we log...?

[andaway]

Sounds like a good place to meet, then. I'm planning on assisting every swear-in anyway, just to have something to write about, so I'll be there for sure.

[slightlyoffchilt]

He lives up to it.

And the rhyme.

[inmyothertights]

I'll make a note to avoid anyone who has that name.

phone call;

[fridgeflower]

[ If there existed a timid ringing, this would be it. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton picks up, abruptly, at the third ring:]

This is Doctor Chilton speaking.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Please do. He's made quite a mess of us, in Baltimore.

[fridgeflower]

[ Insert small gasp, because somebody picking up the phone is somehow surprising. ]

H-hi. Um... My name is Laurie Collins, and I looked you up, 'cause I think I-- I mean, I guess I just might need help? Sometimes? Like, therapy-help.

[inmyothertights]

Share?

sounds great!

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Would you prefer a log on its own, or I have a Swear-In thread here.]

Ever the intrepid journalist, I see. Well, it was a pleasure, Mr. Kent.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Social anxiety, he thought. At least.]

I do specialize in imPort-related mental health, Laurie. If you don't mind -- we can start the preliminary here? And then schedule an appointment for you. [A beat.] Have you bee suffering much anxiety, transitioning into this world from wherever you came?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Well. The man was behind framing Will Graham for a series of murders, for starters. I tried to convince FBI Agent Jack Crawford about it, but he wouldn't listen.

[Easier to talk about Will's problems than his own.]

[inmyothertights]

Well.

Yeah.

That's kind of not okay.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'm not even entirely sure what he's done to Abigail Hobbs. If Lecter were ever to return, I must insist you keep away from him.

[inmyothertights]

Wait, he hurt Abigail Hobbs?

[fridgeflower]

I don't know. Maybe? I've never been good with people, but that's not... Well, sometimes it's this place and fitting into it, and sometimes it's back home and everything I've left.

I'm kinda dead, so... Yeah.

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[infomodder]

[It's just after seven in the evening when Will shoots this off.]

Have you seen Abigail around the house the past couple of days?

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Uhm, he thinks, suddenly conscious of her lack of being around.]

I haven't been home much. New patients, you know. But no, I haven't seen her.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You can thank Freddie Lounds for the tip.

[infomodder]

Are you there now? Could you check? If she hasn't been around, I can stop by and collect the cat on my way home.

[Which he will then rename Abigail and cry into her furs, of course.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

I risk getting yelled at by a teenage girl, I hope you know.

[Wouldn't be the first time. Nevertheless, there's a ten minute pause -- one might assume that Chilton made himself some coffee in the interim, too -- before he replies:]

She is not anywhere in this house. Have you checked with her boyfriend? Maybe they're canoodling.

[infomodder]

[Goddamnit.]

Unless they've been canoodling for 29 straight hours, that's not the issue. [But he'll shoot Jayden a text anyway.] Thank you for checking. Do you use your car every day?

[The alternative is asking April for hers (last resort) or the long awaited road trip with Freddie (second choice).]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Kind of -- [Ah. Like Abigail Hobbs, then, he thought; someone who had died in their natural universe, and was revived. The statistical rate indicated that this happened to young women quite a lot, which was perhaps an observation better suited for a paper.]

I'm sorry. About your dying. That is traumatic in of itself. [A beat.] When you say not that good with people, do you mean strangers? That's perfectly normal.

[inmyothertights]

That's like hurting a kitten!

[slightlyoffchilt]

Hannibal Lecter has done much worse. We're certain it was the Ripper who spliced Agent Katz into slivers for display.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I don't.

[Because he doesn't have a car, outside a sometimes monthly rental. He can't afford his usual Porsche -- that alone had been three years into his presiding residency at Baltimore. And Chilton can't be seen owning anything less than a Porsche.]

It's funny, you know, she had texted me when you had gone missing.