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empathicfault) wrote2023-02-20 08:07 pm
empathicfault) wrote2023-02-20 08:07 pm
PSL: Travels outside the Barge (w/Malcolm)
Piloting their new ship is a little difficult. It takes reading the (somehow enclosed) manual back-to-front and learning the control panel, now situated in what looks like a little closet on the window side of the living room. It's in the new hallway that leads to the small courtyard, which Will intends to decorate once they get this one chore done first.
Thankfully, the majority of the controls are intuition-based, going off the person who puts their hand on a small orb on the panel. The rest, as it turns out, is tweaking. And luckily (or otherwise), no tweaking is necessary for their first flight.
They're heading to Will's home world.
But Will doesn't specify where, just a year later than he left. he inadvertently brings them to where he'd left. The door opens from a wall of Hannibal's cliffside home, and looks out onto the driveway. The Dragon's wings are still there, staining the cement. They overlook the grey day and the churning seaside.
Will finds himself stuck in the doorway, unsure whether he's compelled to walk out and remember or slam the door shut and take them elsewhere.
Thankfully, the majority of the controls are intuition-based, going off the person who puts their hand on a small orb on the panel. The rest, as it turns out, is tweaking. And luckily (or otherwise), no tweaking is necessary for their first flight.
They're heading to Will's home world.
But Will doesn't specify where, just a year later than he left. he inadvertently brings them to where he'd left. The door opens from a wall of Hannibal's cliffside home, and looks out onto the driveway. The Dragon's wings are still there, staining the cement. They overlook the grey day and the churning seaside.
Will finds himself stuck in the doorway, unsure whether he's compelled to walk out and remember or slam the door shut and take them elsewhere.
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"No need to threaten," he says, while both Molly and Walter hang in place in what's essentially death contraptions. "I would never. A trap is far too impersonal."
Will snorts at that, from where he's sitting. Hannibal would easily do whatever necessary to escape capture. Not that Will thinks Hannibal would set up traps in this case. Hannibal's eyes shift to Malcolm's jacket pocket as the noise comes through the cellphone (as quiet as it may have been).
"You'd better get to it, then," Hannibal says, 'helpfully.' "He's waiting."
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He works carefully and unhurriedly, and Hannibal probably notes how easily he bears the weight of both people when he has to. Once they’re on the ground, unrestrained, he still has a firm hand on each of their shoulders. “Don’t say anything, don’t look at him, just walk to the door I came from right now. Don’t run but don’t waste time,” he instructs them. Then he lets go.
He keeps his eyes on Hannibal. He knows Will will come out if he feels the terms have been honoured. And once he locks the door behind them, nobody other than the two of them can unlock it from the outside. They built their failsafes carefully. That was Will’s end of their plans. He has the mind for that sort of ten steps ahead thinking.
Malcolm mirrors Hannibal’s stance at him, clasping his hands in front of himself.