Nepeta: Try to stop caring (and fail at it).

[rogueofheart]

[The kitchen is in shambles, so watch your step. Empty milk cartons are scattered around, as if someone decided to drink the castle's supply of milk and just toss the garbage aside. In fact, that's exactly what happened. The fridge is completely empty of milk and milk-substitutes. There are also little puddles of milk that seem to have seeped out from the discarded cartons, pooling where they may.

And in the center of the kitchen? There's one feline troll laying on her back and staring at the ceiling with a vacant, far off expression. She makes no attempt to move out of anyone's way, letting anyone who passes simply walk around her.

Her journal lays discarded a few feet away from her, open and with only a few words written. It's as far as she got before the milk binge began.]

Rose left, too.

Comments

[rogueofheart]

It's not. I also like to paint and roleplay, but I don't know what I would paint and everyone just looks at me weird when I roleplay.

[It's probably because she tries to roleplay in the middle of normal conversation.]

[samson]

Hey, you know, painting's helped me out when I was having a tough time before.

[Disregard the fact that he is not very good at it.]

You could just paint what you see, you know? Like still lifes, portraits... that kind of thing.

[rogueofheart]

I guess.

[What she really wants is to get out and away. It's a shame the expedition crew had already left, otherwise Nepeta might have still run off with them. But she huffs. There's always running away from it all...

She looks up at Brock.]

Can I drive the car again?

[samson]

[You can't run away from your problems, Nepeta!!!! You have to face them head-on and try to kill them, that's the only way to be.

Brock raises his eyebrows because... that car wasn't even his, whoops. 'Can I drive Spike's car again' is what she's really asking.]

Uh... you know what, we can try out the steam car. How's that?

[rogueofheart]

[If it goes vroom, she will take it.]

That works.

[samson]

[More like it goes hissss because it's steam, but... it's more or less the same. Sure.]

Okay. Just lemme know when you're up for it. [Since he assumes she... needs to roll around for a bit longer. That is a lot of milk.]

[rogueofheart]

Aye aye.

[She gives a thumbs up as she slowly rolls onto her side. She just needs five minutes, she swears.]

[samson]

[Nepeta :( Well, it's okay. Brock stands there for another (awkward?) second, frowning, then turns to go.

He didn't forget what he actually came into the kitchen for, but how (much more) awkward would it be for him to putter around in there while she's rolling around on the floor in a milk haze...]