fandomhighdorms | Fourth Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

Done with classes for the day, Hannibal had wandered into the common room with the intention of bonding with the couch and television set. It seemed like a good way to start forgetting the past few days. He was just going to avoid things with dead people and...hell, he was just going to watch cartoons.

And, like a few people already, he was too caught up in those cartoons to see the little green gremlin sneaking across the back of the couch. He certainly felt the gremlin's presence when the little green bastard sunk its teeth into Hannibal's shoulder.

"Fuck ow! Goddammit!"

The change was quick and then Hannibal was up and off the sofa, grabbing his microphone (or a bottle of ketchup) and standing off to one side of the common room. Had to wait for his introduction, after all. When he was finally announced, Hannibal came sweeping into the middle of the room, smiling at his audience even if there was absolutely no one there. Wait for the applause to die down and then Hannibal raised the mic and started talking.

"Welcome! Welcome! I'm so glad you could join me today on the Sally Jessy Raphael show," he said, grinning widely and pushing the imaginary huge red glasses up. "Now, how many of you have had a tragedy affect your life?"

He waited, turning his head left and right to watch the audience's hands go up. She nodded sympathetically.

"Yes, I think we all have. Today's show is all about those tragedies. Today, we will meet guests from all walks of life, from the lowest of the low to the highest of the high. Those with secrets that could tear their families apart."

Sally Jessy didn't care about exposing those secrets on national television. Psh, they signed on!

"And hopefully, we'll help mend a few broken hearts." Or make some people bust theirs with laughter. "Anything could happen today! Let's get to our first guest!"

And with that, Sally Jessy thrust an arm towards the door of the common room, waiting for her first guest to arrive.

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"Let's welcome..."

[If you come into the CR, you're gonna get saddled with a talk show worthy problem omg!]

Cheer! Cry! Cat call! Boo! You know what people on talk shows do!

Like it says! Feel free to react once I end things!

Of course there's OOC. Look, I got enabled. HORRIBLY.

Lois had no idea what she was walking into but, damn, was she going to be happy she brought her cell phone with her into the common room.

"Let's welcome Lois!" Hannibal bellowed. Of course he knew her name. He had CARDS with all that information. And a teleprompter. Which was just the television. "Please, have a seat dear."

Hannibal was just going to stand behind the couch and be queen like.

Amber was just a bit hungry. It's why she walked into the common room, really.

Ben--who thought he was Shirley Temple--skipped (yes, skipped) into the common room and twirled around to make his skirt (that he wasn't wearing) flare out, then patted the curls he didn't have and giggled adorably.

"Hi!"

Angela had spent most of the morning sleeping off the weekend. If she hadn't had art to go to, she might've just stayed there. As it was, she felt she really should get up, get coffee, and try and seem like she was actually ready for the rest of the world.

She was still looking a little on the sleepy side when she wandered into the common room.

Lois stopped dead in her tracks and kind of stared at Hannibal for a second. "Uh...okie dokey."

She went over to the couch and sat down slowly. Who was she to argue with a crazy person?

"Let's welcome Amber Atkins!" Hannibal exclaimed, leading the audience in clapping. "Please, please, have a seat. Thank you for coming on the show!"

"Let's welcome...an adorable child!" Hannibal glared at some point he thought was off stage. He wasn't expecting an adorable child. Oh well, she could work it. "Have a seat, sweetheart. Let's chat."

Amber stared at Hannibal before she slowly stepped over to the couch and sat down. Slowly. Um. "Hi?"

"My name's Shirley," Ben chirped as he flounced over to a chair and sat, swinging his legs like he was five.

Except he wasn't.

"Let's welcome Angela Montenegro!" Hannibal yelled, uncaring that he was going to have a sore throat when this was all over. That'd be second nature to the death he'd provide himself, of course. "Welcome to my show! Come in, sit down and let's discuss your problems."

He got right to the point. The audience kept their applause quiet. Who knows what that could mean...

"Now, Lois," Hannibal said, crossing one arm and looking at her sympathetically. "Would you like to tell us your story?"

Hannibal was ready to tell it himself is Lois clammed up. Some guests did. She hated when that happened.

Joan wandered in to the common room and immediately realized something weird was going on.

She made a bag of microwave popcorn and settled in to watch the chaos.

"Hello!" Still yelling. He had to be heard over his clapping audience, after all. "How are you, sweetie?"

Small talk, get them comfortable and rip open the wounds.

"Shirley, that's a very pretty name," Hannibal said, walking towards Ben and kneeling down to portray herself as a mommy figure. Or, at least, less of a crazy person. Still. "And how old are you, honey?"

Seriously, those words coming from a 6'2 eighteen year old were weird.

Ow. Yelling. Ow. Cringing a little, she figured he'd want to talk about the whole shooting her thing, 'cause it was seriously okay. She understood. But this was... this was just weird.

"I'm doing okay, thanks. How're you?" she asked, uncertainly.

"Just fine, thanks," he said, holding the bottle of ketchup close to his mouth as he talked. He walked a little, coming closer to Amber. "So, Amber, why don't you tell us your story?"

He'd just tell it for her if she got all shy. Damn guests and their stage fright. She hated that.

"I'm five and three quarters," Shirley told her proudly. "And I'm in pictures!"

"...I have a story?" she asked.

"Child beauty pageants!" Hannibal bellowed, turning to her audience and listening to them boo violently. "And what does your mommy think of that?"

Since her mother wasn't there, Hannibal could only guess THE WORST. That would come out though. In due time.

"Now, now, Lois, there is nothing to be ashamed of!" Hannibal said, voice taking on its most empathetic tone. "Tell us how you became a transexual hooker?"

The audience 'ooooooh'ed, their eyes on Lois.

"It's why you're here, after all."

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