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Winifred "Fred" Burkle (i_figure) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-06-24 16:55:00

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fight club, hannibal lecter, winifred burkle

Big Brains, Mysteries and Wonders (Hannibal, Fight Club Challenge)
Fred was feeling different lately. Oh, she'd been having very interesting dreams, and she'd been allowed to work on some very high tech equipment. She was helping, but she'd felt..different recently. It wasn't a good or bad different, although she did feel a craving. It was one of those cravings she couldn't quite figure out for what exactly she was craving. She couldn't name it, and if she could just name it, maybe then she'd be able to get back to feeling normal. Not that she really considered herself all that normal.

As if the City felt a need to help her out, or give her yet another distraction, she received an invitation from the City Institute. They were thinking of holding a panel for the leading scientists and thinkers on the interplay between science and magic or supernatural. The invitation was to a private meeting, and she guessed it was part of whatever was going on to find answers about the City. The Institute was starting to wonder? Maybe it was someone who was part of that meeting? There'd been flyers, she was pretty sure of that.

She knew she should probably sit at the computers and do more work, but the programs she had running, which didn't seem to be giving her more information than she'd already provided, were working well enough on their own. She wasn't needed.

Fred dressed in her more scholarly gear, even the glasses not that she always needed them much lately, and headed out to the Institute. She'd found the small conference room that looked set up for a small round table discussion, or debate; it even had snacks: small sandwiches, chips, crackers, pastries, juice, water, soda. It didn't look like a lot of food, but she'd guess at least five or six were expected. Scholars, thinkers, did like the free food and usually tried to sneak some home.

Fred Burkle settled down in a semi-plush swiveling rolly chair and waited. She didn't want to touch the snacks until others were there. It seemed more polite. She was a little excited; it'd been a while since she'd gotten to have an in-depth conversation of this kind.

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i_consume
2011-06-25 03:18 am UTC (link)

Hannibal, too, had received the invitation. It immediately sparked his interest, as the subject matter was something that he had a hand in at more than half of. He'd not yet had much dealings with magic, but he knew there were practitioners of it here in the City. Baba, for one. He'd seen some of what she could do, but he knew not nearly the extent of it had been shown. He had more involvement with the supernatural. After all, there was Lestat whom was taken with him and River. There was, he supposed, Baba again, because she was a story. Then there was the whole thing with the zombies. He was unsure if they fell directly into the category of the supernatural, but they indeed fit somewhere into it. The walking dead.

And then there was the science part. He had much to say and do when it came to sciences of many kinds. Medicine, of course, mostly. But there had been other things as well. Dalliances into the other worlds of the scientific community.

To want to have an entire panel about the subject of science and magic and/or the supernatural, well, that just fit rather squarely into his world, didn't it? He wasn't sure what they would be doing at this preliminary meeting, but he definitely wanted to be a part of it.

When he entered the designated room, he spied only one other face. He wondered if she would be the extent of it, or if they were going to be waiting on others as well. Hannibal smiled politely at her, and sat on the opposite side of the table. He felt that if she had managed to arrive before even himself, she would be one to watch. And he did so enjoy watching. This gave him the best angle to view her and keep all her movements in sight while being able to see the faces and reactions of others at the table from the sides of his vision.

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i_figure
2011-06-25 04:27 am UTC (link)

Fred didn't jump as someone new entered. Well, at least this wasn't another trap. She really should have thought of that one before just showing up; she should have made a call or asked for a ride. She really had to think about things, but lately she'd felt almost invincible. It was a silly thing to feel, yet she'd felt it all the same. It wasn't until she actually sat there thinking about something other than Jake, Dinah, and Impala that she realized she had felt a great deal of concern about herself. Oh, she wouldn't do something extremely stupid, but she didn't feel like she was weak little Fred either.

So, the two of them sat there in silence for ten minutes. She didn't glance down at her watch repeatedly, just enough to know that ten minutes had passed and it was time to start. She gave the young man across the table from her a bright smile.

"Well, looks like we might be the only ones coming. Or everyone's late. You know brainy types can be a little absentminded. Though they don't always have to be; it's not like it's a demand. Just think it's more common because brainy types tend to get obsessed about something, really focused. Like they don't want to just let things go. Not just brainy types, just anyone who wants to know a how or a why, even when they're practicing. It's how good they can be." The speech to most was flighty, nervous, but she hadn't looked away from the young man's face. Her smile had never faded, and if it wasn't on her lips exactly, it was in her eyes.

"So, you were invited. You must be either interested or an expert or something of that nature in science, supernatural, or magic, or all the above. They do mix and match easily, and a good bit of science until it was deemed science was considered magic, especially in the medical field. Though electricity and moving pictures have both had supernatural descriptions. I'm kind of here for both. Though probably more the science than the others, but I've dealt with both." She got up to round the table. "I'm Fred Burkle."