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[praesidium]

spam - hannibal.

[Alana's eyes flutter open and she sits up slowly, rubbing at an eye. For the moment, she doesn't realize how much time has passed since she fell asleep to when she was finally waking, but something feels off and it's something she can't quite put a finger on to name. Alana stays in her bed for a moment, frowning as she tries to figure it out.]

[It's only when she hears her door open that she realizes what it is. It was far, far too quiet in her cabin. She's grown so used to having at least a dog around her that without the sounds of Winston, everything feels just inherently wrong. Alana gets up out of her bed, puzzled to find herself still clothed in what she thinks is yesterday's clothes. She decides it's not that important. It's likely just Abigail bringing Winston back from when she must have borrowed him for a little while. Alana doesn't mind that in the least bit. What she does mind is when she does emerge from her bedroom, she doesn't find Abigail Hobbs with Winston.]

[She finds Hannibal instead. Alana instantly freezes.]

video.

I apologize to everyone for the sudden absence, particularly to my patients, I was apparently in a coma for the past month.

[Which is easily the strangest thing to ever have to say.]

I'll resume sessions tomorrow. In the meantime, I'd be interested to know what I missed.

Comments

[semifreakingnormal]

Hey.

[He is not sure if she'd have been safer asleep, or if it's better that she's awake. This is a really hard call.]

Welcome back.

[praesidium]

Thank you, Scott. How have you been?

[semifreakingnormal]

Uh - okay. [Well that's mostly a lie and he looks away a little as he says it before meeting her eyes again. Worst liar.]

How do you feel?

[praesidium]

I feel fine.

[Her smile is mostly genuine, but it's also a little tight.]

Which seems to be more than others on board can say at the moment.

[semifreakingnormal]

Yeah, everyone's kind of freaking out, making plans. I'm really not looking forward to this again.

At least we've got a heads up, though.

[praesidium]

True. Though I'm not sure if it will make much of a difference in the long-run.

[semifreakingnormal]

What do you mean?

[praesidium]

We can try to prepare as much as possible, but there's no telling how the circumstances may really be or how much control we might have over them.

I think the most we can do is mentally prepare, but for some that might not be enough.

[semifreakingnormal]

[Well that's just leaving him with a sick feeling in his stomach.]

Something has to work.

[praesidium]

I don't know, Scott.

[Sometimes Alana wishes she had all the answers. Sometimes she's glad she doesn't.]

[She's not sure which one of those times this is right now.]

[semifreakingnormal]

[He wants someone else to give him the answers, just as much as he wishes he didn't feel like a fraud when people looked to him for them. It's easy, to look to Alana, but right now, he needs to hold onto whatever gives them the best chance.]

Still - still. We can make plans, and maybe they'll work, I don't know, but it's better than just waiting. Like you said, preparing mentally. [Trying not to drown in despair.]

[praesidium]

I'm not sure how you can really plan for something like this.

[semifreakingnormal]

I remember what I was like, and I know more about what I can do, now. And I know what can stop me. I asked Stiles and Lydia to keep mountain ash on them - maybe when it hits, it'll go with them.

[praesidium]

It's not a bad idea and it's worth a shot. I can't imagine you'd go easy on either of them.

[semifreakingnormal]

I hope I would. [But his tone says he doesn't imagine he will, either.]

[praesidium]

With any luck you'll remember who you are though.

[semifreakingnormal]

Yeah. I'll keep my fingers crossed if you will.

[praesidium]

So are Stiles and Lydia friends of yours from where you're from?

[semifreakingnormal]

Oh, yeah. Stiles is my best friend, and Lydia's-- [A newer addition, and he shrugs, feeling only a tiny bit silly to call it what it is.] She's part of my pack.

[praesidium]

I'm glad you have friends from home then. That will make dealing with all of this easier, I'm sure.

[semifreakingnormal]

Yeah. [Sort of. He's worrying a lot more, but maybe that's because he knows what's coming.]

I hope so.

[praesidium]

[Alana will gladly trade Hannibal for Stiles and Lydia, Scott.]

They'll need you after it's over. And you'll need them.

[semifreakingnormal]

[Hannibal's hurt u_u

Scott nods, though, looking away and back up at her.]

Can I come talk to you?

[He blurts it out, because he's not good at this, but he knows how to reach out to the people who can help him.]

I mean - not right now. Whenever's good.

[praesidium]

Of course, Scott. You don't have to ask.

You can come over whenever you have the time.

[semifreakingnormal]

Thanks. Maybe like, a couple hours?

[She just woke up from a month long coma, he is not going to run over and spew his thoughts at her right away.]