mercs_muses: (Chilton: inocente)
gettin' my game on ([personal profile] mercs_muses) wrote2014-07-20 10:47 pm

the darkest timeline: chilton hates you

So he has come to a completely inexplicable bar, where the first drink is free and bizarre manifestations of conscience ask him pointed questions about who Hannibal Lecter is sleeping with.

Why doesn't his fractured psyche wish to know anything about who he is sleeping with? (Don't answer that.) For the time being, he has elected to keep drinking until alternatives beyond 'return to prison' present themselves.

Chilton is seated at a table that provides a good view of the bar, but has thus far done only the barest minimum by way of exploring the place. He can't even bring himself to abandon the jumpsuit. He almost likes it, in a masochistic sort of way: He's been indelibly branded. A burnt-orange letter on his breast.

His compliments to Dr. Lecter, Miriam Lass, and the BAU.
schrodingerskatz: (Threshold of revelation)

[personal profile] schrodingerskatz 2014-07-21 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Lass?"

SERIOUSLY WHAT HAS HAPPENED SINCE SHE DIED.

With a flicker, she's sitting across from him, her head in her hands, her expression incredulous.

"Lass thinks you were the one holding her?"
schrodingerskatz: (Crinkleface)

[personal profile] schrodingerskatz 2014-07-22 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
"How," she says, helpless. "What a clusterfuck, Jesus."
schrodingerskatz: (Keen eyes clear mind)

[personal profile] schrodingerskatz 2014-07-22 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
"But you're not dead?" she asks, looking up at him. "Like the other people here, I mean, not like me."
schrodingerskatz: (Beverly Katz)

[personal profile] schrodingerskatz 2014-07-22 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Beverly sighs. (A cold draft blows across the table.)

"Better than the alternative, believe me."
schrodingerskatz: (Neutral conversation)

[personal profile] schrodingerskatz 2014-07-22 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
She shrugs.

"I think that's the least condescending thing you've ever said to me, Doctor."
schrodingerskatz: (Crinkleface)

[personal profile] schrodingerskatz 2014-07-22 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Aren't they just," she says with a snort.
schrodingerskatz: (Quiet confidence)

[personal profile] schrodingerskatz 2014-07-22 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Her eyebrows arch.

"Do tell."
schrodingerskatz: (Crinkleface)

[personal profile] schrodingerskatz 2014-07-22 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
". . . You figure that one out on your own, Doctor?"
schrodingerskatz: (Let me tell you something)

[personal profile] schrodingerskatz 2014-07-22 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
Reluctantly, she would have to admit he has a point.

"Matt and Abigail," she says, nodding.
schrodingerskatz: (Keen eyes clear mind)

[personal profile] schrodingerskatz 2014-07-22 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, he's not keeping her in the house."

A beat.

"Not right now, anyway."
schrodingerskatz: (Let me tell you something)

[personal profile] schrodingerskatz 2014-07-22 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
"--Oh, yeah."

Wait a second.

"--You could tell someone," she says, suddenly urgent. "You're alive, you can talk to Jack, or Will, your lawyer, somebody."
schrodingerskatz: (Beverly Katz)

[personal profile] schrodingerskatz 2014-07-22 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
Beverly groans and leans back in the chair, pressing the heels of her palms to her forehead. (The chair is barely visible through her.)

"I know where she is. She thinks no one will help her. He did too. He makes himself their stability, just like with Will."

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