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May. 10th, 2013 11:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Determined: I would watch the hell out of a Dead Like Me/Hannibal crossover series, web or otherwise. I mean, just IMAGINE the kick off exchange.
George and Rube are sitting in Der Waffle Haus. George looks angry, confrontational, defensive. George-like. Rube looks concerned, angry, incredulous. Rube-like.
Rube: So what the hell happened?
George: What happened? He fucking made me is what happened!
Rube: What do you mean he made you? What'd you do, wave a giant flag around that said "I'm here to take the soul of your four o'clock so he doesn't feel it when you gut him like a blue fin tuna?"
George: Not exactly.
Fades into George sitting in The Best Office Ever. She's finishing up some childhood anecdote, trying to relate it to her current unlife (again). There is a pause.
Hannibal: Ms. Lass, in our time together, I've come to notice two things: 1) You and a cadre of individuals I can only guess are your friends have been following me, for some time; and 2) None of you…smell quite right. Is this accurate?
George: …m-maybe…? Fuck, I dunno! [Thinking:] Wait. Did he just say he could smell me?
Hannibal: Well then this just leads us to one obvious question, does it not?
George: [Thinking:] Shit. Here it comes. [Out Loud:] Why are we following you?
Hannibal: [Smiles] No, not at all. The question, Ms. Lass, is would you care to join me for dinner?
The rest practically writes itself!
George and Rube are sitting in Der Waffle Haus. George looks angry, confrontational, defensive. George-like. Rube looks concerned, angry, incredulous. Rube-like.
Rube: So what the hell happened?
George: What happened? He fucking made me is what happened!
Rube: What do you mean he made you? What'd you do, wave a giant flag around that said "I'm here to take the soul of your four o'clock so he doesn't feel it when you gut him like a blue fin tuna?"
George: Not exactly.
Fades into George sitting in The Best Office Ever. She's finishing up some childhood anecdote, trying to relate it to her current unlife (again). There is a pause.
Hannibal: Ms. Lass, in our time together, I've come to notice two things: 1) You and a cadre of individuals I can only guess are your friends have been following me, for some time; and 2) None of you…smell quite right. Is this accurate?
George: …m-maybe…? Fuck, I dunno! [Thinking:] Wait. Did he just say he could smell me?
Hannibal: Well then this just leads us to one obvious question, does it not?
George: [Thinking:] Shit. Here it comes. [Out Loud:] Why are we following you?
Hannibal: [Smiles] No, not at all. The question, Ms. Lass, is would you care to join me for dinner?
The rest practically writes itself!
