things were getting a little quiet...

[glacianbitch]

Karla gets bored rather easily, these days, and restive Karlas are dangerous Karlas. Sort of.

Since nobody eats food left out anymore, that makes things a little more challenging. That's all right! Challenging is good! Karla likes a good challenge. Hence, this morning denizens of the Mansion might find themselves victim of a particular kind of fun

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[goldnhand]

Jaime does not deserve this, oh no.

But he likes tea. And he figures whoever left it out probably meant to him to drink it. He'd hate to be rude to his host.

After brewing some, he takes a sip.

LJ, why are you so strange.

[eldeststark]

But did he not deserve it as much as Robb didn't deserve this? Starkboy doesn't think so. Or rather, not!Starkboy. Starkgirl. This is upsetting. Very upsetting.

Grey Wind, upon entering the kitchen, is not fooled by the younger Jaime and bares his teeth, growling, but Robb (Robbina?) grabs him, not really wanting to deal with incidental maulings on top of ill fitting clothes. Argh.

This is not a happy pretty auburn-haired girl. Nope.

[goldnhand]

Jaime nearly curses, upon hearing the wolf. Seeing it restrained, he slips his hands(!) in his pockets and smiles.

The grin is wolfish, and this is terribly ironic considering his company.

"We allow hounds in the castle, not wolves." He says, before realizing oops where am I. "Or would, were this the castle of the king."

[eldeststark]

Robb looks up and glares, jaw set in a very Robb-ish manner. "This isn't," he says, sharply, "And Grey Wind goes where I do." Something naggingly familiar about this one...though he can't quite say what it is. Ah yes. Joffrey, a bit. Rrrrgh.

Robb draws himself up, though this is not quite as impressive as usual considering his awkwardness around the new body. "Who're you?" Because we don't want to assume, now do we?

[dontcallmeser]

Sandor never drinks tea.

Stiff-legged, growling low in its throat and limping distinctly, a very large black dog is stalking around the ground floor, teeth half bared, mutinous. To those who look at it a moment longer, half the nose is covered in familiar scars, and one ear is torn raggedly off at the base. The whole dog is covered in scars, really - been through quite a few fights and not unscathed, this one.

It's not a particularly pretty dog, though arguably more attractive than the alternative.

[knightofpansies]

Ironically, Loras is often nicer to animals than to people. Or, maybe not so ironically.

And so, a girl who looks a bit too much like Margaery Tyrell-- for anyone who's ever seen Marg, that is-- peering at the dog. Loras has been staring at his reflection for some time now (longer than could be considered necessary even for someone of his vanity), and has decided he'd rather distract himself with other persuits.

He looks to the dog, "Here-" voice hitching to realize how high pitched his voice now is, "Here doggy, I won't hurt you."

[dontcallmeser]

Sandor is not fooled by your femininity, Loras, Sandor can smell that you are still Loras and is not pleased. Even if if he were in a better frame of mind this would be amusing. Mostly your state, not his.

But being four-legged for real is unsettling to say the least. And we do not like that one. Sandor dog bares his teeth and growls a little more loudly, hackles rising. Don't you dare pet me, flowerboy. Girl. Whatever you are.

[knightofpansies]

Loras looks slightly less than amused. Even though he already finds the scars oddly reminiscent of one, lolpun, hound, it has not yet crossed his wildest imaginings that this hound could be The Hound. As it were.

And so he continues to try to pet. Reaching one far-too-dainty hand out, he lets it stay in front of Sandoggy's nose. "See? Smell, I'm harmless." As he hardly has the upper-arm strength needed to lift his sword, as is.

[eldeststark]

Because we like to do these things to Robb.

He was just having some blackberry tea, frowning and thinking ever so seriously, and it had to go and - augh. Not again. A female Robb Stark is now trying to figure out what to do about clothes that don't fit anymore, and scowling at the tea, definitely in a bad mood. His direwolf is leaning amused on the counter, seemingly not at all bothered. Grey Wind isn't fussed about this small change, as while his boy is irritated, he doesn't seem to be in danger.

[phedre_25]

Phedre walks in, gives the girl a very sweet smile, and starts to infuse a packet of peach tea. She's wondering if this isn't Robb's little sister, though she doesn't look young enough for that.

"Good day," she offers, friendly enough.

She hasn't drunk her tea yet.

[eldeststark]

Robb blushes when Phedre walks in, though Grey Wind is now wuffing amusedly, but when she starts to brew some tea, he sort of jumps. "Don't drink that!" He says, swiftly, alarmed, and nearly falls over, forgetting to adjust for his new center of balance. And new weights.

[phedre_25]

She startles, and looks at the -- girl? --- "Lady?" And a beat. "Lady Stark?"

The resemblance with Robb... is highly striking.

[elven_irs]

Caranthir walked in, made black tea, had it. He got bored because people weren't showing up, and so he went ahead and made himself some green tea.

So.

Now, we have a sociable teen!Cara on our hands, hanging out in the kitchen. Takers, anyone?

[ohmaiden]

Iphi's also in the kitchen, bored as well, when she notices him. "Hello!" she says, waving.

[elven_irs]

The young elf waves back. "Hi! You haven't seen my brothers, by any chance?"

He's being friendly. Really, we swear he is.

[ohmaiden]

She shakes her head. "No, I haven't! Would you like some more tea?" she says, gesturing to the fruit-flavored ones.

[ohmaiden]

Iphigenia always likes tea (the elves have rubbed off on her!) so when she sees the tea bags and water, she quickly makes a cup of black tea for herself.

And then she gets lonely and bored. Because there's no one around!

Please rescue the poor princess from her agony.