[That awkward moment when Quentin doesn't realize exactly how he looks at this particular moment. How does he look? Well. Particularly wolfish, actually. We're not talking full-out wolf here, though. Just an excess of hair on his face. Also on his hands. And he may or may not be growing claws ( Read more... )

[Someone missed the party. But you know what, that's alright. Because Quentin has something ~*weighing on his mind, and hey, what better time to ask than the present, amirite?]

I've been noticing people leaving. Not at any time in particular, but ever since I came here, I suppose.

How? I'll admit there are methods for such things where I'm from, ( Read more... )

[The scene? Quentin's room. The action? Well, not much, to be honest. We've got Quentin sitting in a chair, huddled over a book. Look closer and you'll find that he has several books, actually. And a calendar. And he keeps glancing over to his window as if he's trying to catch a look at something in particular. Look closer still and you'll notice ( Read more... )

[Quentin needed some air, a chance to stretch his legs, what have you. At this moment, he's wandering aimlessly, though it would probably do him well to pay attention to where he's going. It's just not something he's concerned with; he'll find his way back when he needs to. And as he walks, he finds himself humming a faint tune absently - a ( Read more... )

[Quentin here seems to be having a battle of the wills with the chocolates. And it is very, very intense. The video more or less just consists of him staring at them, because hey, he likes him some chocolate. He will never deny that ( Read more... )

[See Quentin. But more importantly, see the disaster area that his room - well - still is. Back to the room - now back to Quentin. He looks at the journal, seeming rather overwhelmed by the whole thing. And he thinks he recalls being told that there's no currency, but just to be sure...]

...I don't have to pay for this, right?

( Read more... )

[Quentin's figured out how to use the video feed. Or - at least - he thinks he has. He looks confused at it for a moment, along with the weary-yet-aloof attitude that he already has, before he starts to speak.]

Would anyone like to be so kind as to tell me exactly what is going on?!

[And then silence as he stares blankly for a moment. Is he just ( Read more... )

[Nautilus, meet Quentin. Quentin, Nautilus. The meeting hasn't been entirely pleasant, what with him waking up completely unexpectedly in the Western District, then practically storming the place in search of answers - or an escape. He's found a place to sit and ponder, for lack of a better word ( Read more... )