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So, for a couple of days now, Sparkle had been kind of just going with the flow, figuring that whatever this intervention was meant to accomplish, Hannibal would probably figure he'd gotten it off his chest sooner or later. Monday had been full of eventful conversation, and after that had been through, Tuesday and Wednesday had been all about self-care. It was hard to focus on much else in the wake of a talk like that.

So today he'd been more or less willing to just roll with it when Hannibal had informed him that he was calling a cab, and they were going out for a few hours. Sure, Hannibal wasn't telling him where, and that had him squinting a bit, but at this rate he was willing to do just about anything to be able to get out of this damn city.

Sorry, Hannibal. Whatever else it was you were trying to accomplish here, you were never going to redeem Toronto for Sparkle. You just weren't.

"Are we almost there, at least?"

[OOC: For that guy! Be forewearned that I'm gonna be slapping some manner of trigger warning up here at some point. Which I'll do when I know exactly what that warning is gonna have to be. Warning number one is for assaulting and drugging a man.]

Sparkle had been having a rough... life, really. He'd been having a rough life, starting with when he was little and just getting more and more complicated from there. This whole thing with the shark hurricane had just been one more complication in a long line of complications, and Sparkle had been kind of dealing with it, for a while there. He had! Except that he'd tried to check up on the state of the insurance for Demon Marcus that morning, and he'd been given a pretty stupid amount of runaround, and...

... Look, Sparkle didn't bottom out often, but when he did, he did so thoroughly and generally quite drunkenly.

He wouldn't remember later when he'd decided it was a good idea to go breaking into somebody's house today.

Hell, he wouldn't have been able to tell you whose house he'd broken into. Or whose vodka he'd busted into. Or whose sofa he'd passed out on. He sure as hell wasn't going to remember when one of the residents of the house walked into the living room, paused, squinted for a minute, and then went to grab a blanket to throw over him while waiting for his husband to come downstairs so that he could deal with this.

Sparkle was not Jonothon's problem unless he started getting sick on the floor. He was washing his hands of this one, thank you.

[OOC: For he who knows who he is!]

Sparkle had been... less than functional today. The episodes of Sesame Street that an errant wish yesterday had bestowed upon him had gone away again, and so even getting his hands on his brainless g-rated amusements would have involved stealing from, like, PBS or whatever. Which Sparkle wasn't entirely opposed to, but figuring out torrents and shit involved thinking. And brains. And... combining the two, somehow, so that brains were doing thinking, and Sparkle wasn't exactly feeling that so much just yet.

So he'd kind of pottered around the apartment aimlessly for a while. At some point, he'd remembered how cereal worked. Somewhere around noon he'd realized that he was halfway through cleaning the bathroom for what was apparently the third time already, and around what would have been suppertime, he was already on his fifth shower.

By the time the evening rolled around and Sparkle could see his reflection in the bathroom floor, he'd given up on shower six and had mostly just deposited himself on his back in the otherwise empty tub, poking halfheartedly at whatever stupid cell phone game he could get for free from Google. There was a game that involved tapping the screen. Just tapping the screen. And it was just cartoony enough that the little cartoon character swinging the sword around to beat up cartoonish monsters didn't even bother him all that much.

If anyone asked, he'd just say that it was cooler in the tub than anywhere else in the apartment. He was Canadian. He wasn't made for... comfortable planetoid weather.

Shut up.

[OOC: Open mostly for phone calls, though that guy who lives here is welcome to check up on Sparks in person for our hilariously mismatched SP if he so desires.]

Sparkle had been arrested. Of course Sparkle had been arrested. And he'd been a little shit about it, too, going so far as to put up a fight before the cops tackled him to the ground and got him properly cuffed. Good. Good. The more time he spent like this, the more he owned this, the less likely it was that anybody would suspect he even had a friend with him to help him burn the place to the ground.

And considering Lewis' confession at city hall, and the fact that he had a history of this sort of crap already, nobody who knew what role he played would doubt he had all the motive in the world for wanting to get his revenge on Lew, either.

He'd been questioned, printed, given the full nine yards. Hell, he'd even confessed to doing it, alone, with a sneer and a few colourful words and a 'and you can't even blame me for it after all that shit' attitude. It wasn't anything new, really, except that this time he was up for trial as an adult. That part... that was new.

And a little terrifying, yeah. He wasn't going to pretend it wasn't. Especially with the stack of charges they had against him. And the legwork they were probably doing to try to add more to the list. Maybe even connect him to those break-and-enters he'd committed before.

But he had a contingency plan. Sort of. It kind of boiled down to 'deal with it,' with a side order of 'ask the right people for help,' and if the first right person couldn't pull through for him (or wouldn't, because he had to admit that a stupid teen committing arson was something a psychiatrist of Dr. Lecter's calibre might not want to get so immediately involved in), there was always option number two, who would likely tear him a new one before busting him out. Because Atton was the best Jedi ever, that's why. Option three would have involved sucking up to Parker and her crew again, but they were kind of already doing him a huge favour as it was...

And that was why, with his first phone call, Sparkle was calling Dr. Lecter. Because if anyone could get him out of here without having to bust through walls to do so, it was probably him.

[OOC: For that guy!]

It was late October in Toronto. Halloween was right around the corner, and winter was just beyond that. There was a crisp chill in the air outside and the leaves had turned all manner of reds and oranges and yellows, and on his way out of the house on Mapleview, before Lewis had carted any kid from the home who was interested in speaking, or at least watching the proceedings, Sparkle had noticed that the large sugar maple out front looked a little bit like it was on fire, with the brilliant orange cresting up over the group home's roof.

City Hall, on the other hand, was a looming mass of cool grey architecture that put Sparkle half in mind of some of the more understated towers on Coruscant, like Toronto had taken a cue from some long ago galactic civilization they had no idea even existed. The inside, meanwhile, at least tried to look a little warmer, but there was nothing really comforting about having to watch people get up, one at a time, to talk to the city's counselors to try to explain what it was about the current situation that they simply couldn't abide by. Lewis and his kids had been seated in the raised seating on one side of the room, behind the city council seating. The neighbourbood folks who wanted them gone were on the other side of the room, staring hard back at them as one by one, the kids stood to say their piece.

Sparkle kept sitting. He already knew there was nothing he could say that would hold any weight over these people. Nothing in the world he could do that would make even a bit of difference.

So he let Raine talk instead. She was the last one to say her piece, and there wasn't a single thing he could add to any of it that these people would take seriously. Though, funnily enough, the one person on the other side of the argument who might wasn't there.

[OOC: I'm leaving this open for anybody who thinks they might have gotten an invite from Sparkle to show up as moral support to come along and get a feel for the situation. There is a pretty uncomfortable admission from Sparkle's legal guardian about his feelings for Sparkle in there, if you'd rather steer clear. OCD is up, either way.]

Sparkle was still... not at top form. Funnily enough. He'd gotten back from the island and Lewis had gone up one side of him and back down the other again for vanishing as long as he had. He'd missed school, he'd missed a meeting with his parole officer, and the dancing that Lewis had to do in order to keep that from exploding had been, apparently, nothing shy of a miracle.

( Canon! And weed. )

[OOC: Open for anyone who might be visiting or calling or texting Spark in Toronto! Yes, more canon! More steadily more upsetting canon.]

Sometimes it didn't matter what the hell else was going on in the world, everything still seemed pretty okay. If you just took a breath, and didn't think too hard, and you had someone around who wasn't afraid to act like a complete moron while making horse sounds with his lips, you could almost pretend that things didn't suck out past the front door.

"Horse," Sparkle proclaimed, clapping his hands as Lewis reared up onto his knees, and then fell back down to the floor again. "You're a horse! Okay, now me!"

( Sparkle dropped down to all fours... )

[OOC: Open for phone calls! Plunking through another page of canon, because I have to give the kid some happy funtimes too, right?]

Hannibal set the last of the pasta makings out, checked his watch, and nodded. Still plenty of time to cook and eat before the opera.

He grabbed his jacket and drove out to the causeway to pick up Sparkle.

( It wasn't that Sparkle was, like, super excited about this or anything. Really. )

[OOC: Yes, we preplayed a car ride. For Hannibal, this cooking party and opera night to be continued in the comments!]

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Entries tagged with people: dr. hannibal lecter

Toronto (But Not Sparkle's Toronto), Thursday Evening

Hannibal and Jono's Place, Early Sunday Morning

MCA #4, Tuesday Evening

Toronto, Thursday Evening, Fandom Time

Toronto, Sunday Fandom Time

Toronto, Tuesday Evening Fandom Time

Toronto, Wednesday Evening, Fandom Time

The Causeway and Beyond, Friday Afternoon