[Klavier's waking up in the church, on the floor. He tries to sit up, and can't manage it without wanting to barf. He's covered in bruises, and he's also got a black eye. Swears in German.]

What the hell was that?

[Oh. Okay. Second level. Other people can see/hear him. Switches to English.]

Ach... what happened?

[[ooc; Green = German~]]

[Klavier's tossing and turning, grumbling. Finally, he gets up and goes to sit out on the couch. He holds his head in his hands, and sighs.]

Thank you, Template. Just when I was able to sleep again.

[Slips into German:]

[God... I'm not going insane, am I? Please no...]