Feb. 21st, 2017

[ It's not too late yet, only around 10 or so. People have retired to their rooms, buckled down for the rest of the night. There isn't much to do other than, maybe, grab a late night snack before holding down the fort.

That's naturally what these two find themselves doing this evening. No nefarious intentions at all.

Just the intent to share a cup of cocoa. ]
[ When Shinnosuke wakes, he will be unable to see anything.

(Wait.)

But he'll find himself lying in the dirt and to his right he will feel the heat of the bonfire -- not terribly close but not too far either. To his left drifts the smell of forest from the homestead which means the hotel must be there.

If he was able to see, he would notice that he's lying in the dirt between the clinic and the mortician. Instead, he will only be able to helplessly lie there in the dirt.

That's unfortunate. ]
[ When Hannibal wakes up, he will find himself lying in the dirt. His vision is blocked by the black cloth bag over his head and his hands are bound with some rope. This might feel like a betrayal of sort from the Sheriff but, well.

The rope isn't terribly tight.

He is lying in front of the hotel and what he won't be able to see is this: the bear trap, laid simply in front of the door to the hotel and beckoning anyone to come closer with it's gleaming metal teeth.

A bit of a fitting way to catch a monster like Hannibal. ]
[ And it's not even Thursday.

It's Friday night, in fact. Late and actually Saturday at this point. This time the Sheriff has no interference and it is just Will, standing by the bonfire with his hunting knife in his hand, waiting for Natalie to come out.

Because, well, of course she's going to come out. Why wouldn't she? ]