After putting in a brief appearance at the "party" and not seeing anyone he particularly wanted to converse with, Methos grabbed some of the food and headed back up to his room.

He sets the plate on the night table and flops onto the bed, not paying much attention to anything around him.

Methos hears a door slam somewhere on his floor. He'd been just on the verge of sleep when it happened, so his mind manages to conjure up all manner of unpleasant reasons for the noise.

He jolts up, grabs the sword, and pokes his head out, looking down the hall for the trouble.

Apart from the ocassional trip to 202 for food and even more ocassional patrol rounds, Methos has been staying pretty much in his room the past couple of days ( Read more... )

[About an hour after this]The cracking of bones as they reset into place can't have been a pleasant sound. Neither could the sight of Methos' twisted and broken body slowly untwisting itself back into something that looks like it could be alive ( Read more... )