[This is by far the worst week yet.
Tempest has a few... problems, but the biggest one is that his uninvited
roommate has completely stolen his bed, so for once he's as far away as possible from his room.
He's becoming increasingly upset about other issues, but he's also using every iota of willpower he has to angrily ignore them. Even his spirits are giving him a wide berth at the moment.
Without his room available to him, he really doesn't know where to go. Every other room has the potential to have a person in it, and if he's too suspicious, he might give away that something's wrong - he's far too preoccupied with his own issues to notice that something strange has befallen everyone, not just him.
So for the moment, he's sitting in an isolated corner of the lobby, shuffling his deck with far more force than is required. He draws the first six cards, looks them over, frowns and shuffles the deck again. If anyone knows his canon decks and can think about card gaems at the moment, he doesn't seem to have any of his signature cards.]