[goddamn crackplots]

[illgotten]

It doesn't get any better after he gets out of the library.

Somewhere in the midst of the Mansion, one Michael Wilkinson -- Mordred only to his very close friends -- sits with his head in his hands. He's a little taller, a little older, but mostly recognizable to any of his erstwhile acquaintances.

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[cywyllog]

It's like this that Cywyllog happens upon him, likely not noticing any changes, no matter how subtle, just quite yet.

"Mordred? Are you all right?"

[illgotten]

He looks up at once; living with the aforesaid friends and siblings for this long has done that for his reflexes -- and then blinks, and sits up cautiously, his expression wondering.

[cywyllog]

"Mordred?" She asks again, a little more cautiously this time and also frowning now that she can see his face. "What happened?"

[illgotten]

"Cywyllog--?" stumbling a little over the name.

[sirbeaumains]

Now, for his part, de-crackplotted, and still unsure how he got to the mansion in the first place, Gareth really is heading home, honest! When he'll see said sort-of brother looking distressed, and stop to investigate that, first.

"...Mordred?"

[illgotten]

He looks up sharply at that. "What the hell are you doing here?"

[sirbeaumains]

"Um! C-clar... said I could?"

[illgotten]

"Yeah, well, Clar says a lot of things, few of them coherent."

[morgansorceress]

*not crackplotted for the moment, Morgan comes accross her nephew looking slightly different than normal* I was right - you can't go long without some sort of problem after all.

[illgotten]

"Excuse me?" raising his head.

[morgansorceress]

Well, dear nephew, someone's clearly put some sort of spell on you, though the purpose of making you slightly taller and changing your clothing rather escapes me...

[illgotten]

He looks sharply at her, then. "--Morgan."

[fingersofleaf]

Percy pauses almost shyly and looks at him. Since Cimorene's been got, too, he's well aware that something's going on, and he has a feeling in his stomach like it's not just her when he sees Mordred.

"Hey," he says softly.

[illgotten]

He looks up, startled. "Hey. What are you doing here?"

[fingersofleaf]

Yes. Definitely not just her. "I'm just looking for some stuff," more cheerfully, attempting to reassure, and trying to be neutral, since he doesn't know the problem yet. "You?"

[illgotten]

"Hell if I know. I thought I was taking a quiet expedition to the library, but apparently not."

[littlebetter]

...So. The prodigal brother, who may or may not remember that he just slept with Cimorene, God help him. Having escaped, fully dressed, although much rumpled, he is attempting to get back to the cottage when he nearly falls over Mike.

[illgotten]

"Watch it," curtly, not looking up.

[littlebetter]

He steps back quickly. "Sorry," because he recognises the tone, if not the accent; and because when he's sane he prefers Orkneyspeak to English or Latin he uses it automatically.

[illgotten]

"Yeah, whatever."