- 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

[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.

[infomodder]

[Oh hell.]

She hasn't told me about that, no. [Missing, God, the conversation he doesn't want to have. Shit.] We don't talk about you too much anymore.

[Hasn't, don't. Someone is in furious denial.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

What do you mean, "anymore"? When were you talking about me?


And why?

[infomodder]

When she first got here, mostly. She knows Freddie, she knows me. She doesn't know you or Gideon. Someone had to fill her in. Nothing gossipy.

[Casually avoiding the mention of one particular person, no way is that noticeable.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

And what about Hannibal? Freddie said that he had hurt Abigail, is that true?

[WOAH NO PUNCHES PULLED but no, really, he is curious and thought he'd help with that omission there.]

[infomodder]

[This was a mistake. Why does he end up confirming facts for Freddie so often?]

I'll be around in 15 minutes to pick up the cat. No need to worry about letting me in. You won't even know I'm there.

[slightlyoffchilt]

It's true, isn't it? And now she's gone, again. Why do these things so frequently happen to you?

[infomodder]

[Jayden is now giving him shit in voicemail and this, this is what it's come to.]

Correction: give me 5 minutes and you are definitely going to know that I'm there.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Is that a threat?

[infomodder]

No. I'm not threatening you.

[Chilton doesn't have a hole in his face, maybe he'll never go through it and Will won't have to eat those words. And also maybe Chilton just won't have to deal with the entire mess, no one should have to go through that.]

I was missing in the same way you and Gideon were missing. How did you phrase it? Stolen away back to Baltimore? Abigail gave me a key to the house before that happened, that's how I'd be able to get in. If you want to make yourself scarce or if you want to discuss whatever Freddie might have passed along, either suits me.

[But one of suits better than the other (go figure). Still, he's got a few minutes to knuckle down. It'll be fine.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

So you think that's what this is, with Abigail? She returned? Ported out? Or are you hoping that she's lost somewhere here, if only to be spared Hannibal Lecter?

[infomodder]

Not lost. She went to Minnesota at the end of October. She could have gone back and not sent out any memos this time.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You really think that she wouldn't have contacted you, of all people? If that were the case.

[infomodder]

I think it's entirely possible, yes, and Minnesota is my next stop.

["No."]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Worst case scenario, Will: she's returned home, back to whatever Hannibal will do to her. Has done to her.

[infomodder]

Has done to her. I know. I was there. Now I'm here.

[Which he means in more ways than one. Chilton has a choice—Will can go about his business quickly and threaten only silence. That poor cat deserves some verbal coddling, and she's going to get it. Grouchy grumpy texting come, easy go. It could happen, Will would be okay with it.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

You were there.

[He pursues.]

You were there, with him? You saw.

[You know all of it, he wants to say. To accuse. Not even Freddie knew the whole story, or at least -- she wasn't giving the tell-all to Chilton.]

[infomodder]

I was and I did. It looks like our eternal game of chronological tag continues, Frederick.

["Abigail and I align now," he almost types. Almost, if only to use something else that makes it so she's still present. If he says it enough, it will be true. Maybe he can just snag one of her cups or something, take a souvenir, too.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[He doesn't respond right away. Freddie had taunted him about the future, months ago -- unfairly, he thought. And now here was an unbiased source.

Or as unbiased as Chilton could afford.]

Does Jack Crawford ever believe you?

[infomodder]

[Freddie Lounds and her rudeness. Will's response is quick, no hesitation. Cat can deal with it.]

Yes. [And Chilton helped, but that's better left in darkness as much as Will can keep it there, isn't it?] He proved who he is. There is no room for doubt.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Crawford wouldn't believe me, when I met with him. He threw me to the wolves. Of course, of course he would succumb to your story.

[Disregarding the fact that Will Graham had actually gone to his BSHCI and paid a grueling price for the sequence of these events -- oh it was only psychological torment, don't you know!]

[infomodder]

[If Freddie can get away with whining about a lack of space to Will, knowing where he'd been, he can surely let the other Fred get away with this. It's only fair, especially considering who might have also thrown Chilton to the wolves at one point...]

People know the truth of the Ripper now. Isn't that what really matters?

[Avoids heroic defender status for Jack Crawford, good boy.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton spends some significant time scowling at Will's message -- of course, Graham has a point. That is, big picture, what really matters. Really! But Chilton, petty and coiled as he is, couldn't bring himself to agree.]

I endure some anxiety over my future state, bearing in mind what Freddie has already hinted at. I can't say for sure that the truth is relevant any longer.

[infomodder]

[Goddamnit Freddie. He knew he should have asked what she passed along, but they were too busy bonding over Yuri Petrov being a pain in the ass. This design sucks!]

I don't know what Freddie's hinted at, but you know she's been wrong before. We've seen that both here and back in Baltimore.

[Don't tell him what she said, don't put him in that rock and hard place, dismiss all the Lounds talk and be happier for it. Please. Please.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

She's been wrong for the sake of sensationalism. There is no glory to get, doing this to me.

[It's practically a sulking over text, but he'll stick to that point anyway. There was a distinct and lingering feeling that something, something was being held from Chilton. But he was in pursuit.]

What has Hannibal done to me, Will?