[Open Post] When the Wolves Come Out of the Walls...

[77th_emo_earl]

For the first time since his abortive attempt at escaping back in November, Titus no longer feels so much at home in this place. Something nasty has come out of the woodwork, and he's wondering now if trying to escape was the better course of action. He cannot be alone, not after nearly harming himself, and so he's headed for the kitchen, hoping to find *someone* who hasn't been affected by this madness...

Backdated to the night Morgoth tried to break his mind

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[rob-fellows.livejournal.com]

Robin's been affected, but pucks have a tendency to keep their angst to themselves, so he'll be in the kitchen when Titus gets there, making coffee, because cafeine where you're nervous is apparently the way to go. This incoherence alone is telling of Robin's discomfort, but it's not something a stranger would pick out, very likely.

When he spots the young man, he blinks at him, tilts his head. "--- whoa, you look like you're having a rough night, buddy. Nightmares?"

OOC

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

Just checking, is this a good time to -- idkwhat? *g*

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

Hard to tell whether Steerpike's been affected - he likely had an ordeal of his own, but that's one thing he's unlikely to discuss with anyone, let alone Titus.

And that's why he wanders down to the kitchen for some food to steal from the fridge, probably at a time where Titus is conveniently alone.

He's grumpy, and will blatantly ignore the annoying earl, for now.

See where it goes, for now I'm settling for passive-aggressive behavior rather than full out animosity. >.>

[drownedfuchsia.livejournal.com]

Someone who hasn't really been affected? Fuchsia! After an incident of being failed prey for the wolves, only to have a rather handsome champion save her, she's actually in quite a good mood.

It's her champion she's thinking of when she finds Titus.

Her good mood vanishes when looking at him. When something is wrong with Titus, handsome champions cannot improve her mood.

"Titus?"

[surfaceshine]

Dean did not happen to run into that particular nasty on the night in question, but he did have a throw down with a couple nasties of his own; and while he is the first to admit that plugging a few of them had been just the kind of stress relief he needed - now that the added stress of knowing Sam is alright, more or less, has been alleviated; and it must, or Dean wouldn't be wandering aimlessly in the Mansion or anywhere else - he's kind of moved on to the just plain bitchy stage of things.

Food usually helps with that, more or less, so that's why Dean eventually limps into the kitchen, skin kind of pale but features determined. His injured thigh is wrapped tightly under worn, loose jeans so it's not readily obvious why he's moving so stiffly, but he's pulled the sleeves of his tan henley up to his elbows so the gauze wrapped around one of his forearms is pretty visible.