HELPPLZ.

[eldeststark]

Robb woke up alone with his head pounding, so it took him a bit before he remembers properly what happened when he was so inexplicably drunk. And then he is on his feet and pulling on his clothes and looking frantically for Sugar, or one of his mentors, or anyone, really, who can give him some advice about what to do with this Terrible Crime he has

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[cyranosavignien]

His sword master is around, if he wants to talk to him. He's fairly easy to find - he is yet again in the common room, writing an ode for Mina, or perhaps a small something for Arianna.

[eldeststark]

Want to talk to him? When he goes back into the main room, he lets out an audible breath of relief. "Ser!"

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano looks up. "Ah, Monsieur Stark." He double takes, though. "What is it?"

He thinks there's something with Sandor, or something.

[eldeststark]

He sighs, heavily, and flops into a chair. "I need...some advice."

Typist thinks those two should run into each other again at some point, but typist is also borderline crazy.

[belize_queen]

Belize is on the way back, from Simeon's and to his room and walking a bit slowly - he has a pounding headache as well. Hm. Maybe he should have just gone ahead and slept over until the hangover was done with like last time, damn it.

[eldeststark]

Robb might run into him, and immediately looks pleading. "--Belize! Please - can you - can you spare a moment?"

[belize_queen]

Belize stops at the interjection, and groans. "Sure, just --- don't be so loud, hun. You're driving a hammer into my skull with your voice."

[eldeststark]

Robb winces and lowers his voice. "Oh. Oh, of course...sorry." He looks a bit embarrassed. "Are you...all right?"

[tricky_bowman]

Tristan is passed out in the stables. He has a falcon cooing on his head, and is dressed exactly like last time you saw him, Robb.

He still doesn't know about his incoming hangover.

[eldeststark]

Eventually he thinks to look outside, probably for Cyrano, and goes to the mews.

Tristan's condition, however, is far more worrying. At first he thinks his friend is dead, then he realizes just unconscious and bends down next to him, shaking him gently. "...Tristan?"

[tricky_bowman]

A groan, and Tristan sits up brusquely, the bird flies up to a girder. It takes him a moment to figure out where he is --

"God's beard. Robb? Is that you?"

[eldeststark]

"It's me, yes, are you all right?"

[phedre_25]

We're not sure yet how things ended with Sandor, but Phedre is now in her room. She is in bed, but not sleeping, just resting, reading in bed, and she will let him in if he knocks.

She's bruised, yes. She's also more at peace than she's been in a very long time.

[eldeststark]

He probably thinks to look for her, first, and knocks at her door, concerned. "Lady Phedre?"

She's always given him good advice before, he's sure she can help this time.

[phedre_25]

"Just a moment," she murmurs as she clambers out of bed and fetches her dressing gown. Thankfully, the bruises are not on her face, so well covered, she only looks a little tired, perhaps. She opens the door, and her face takes on a look of concern as soon as she sees Robb.

"Love? What happened? Come in." And she ushers him in.

[eldeststark]

She does look tired, and it worries him a little, because that's his default mode. But he bows a little to her and steps inside. "There's been...I don't know how it happened, but - I made a terrible mistake," sounding profoundly upset.

[crimson_sugar]

Sugar might have left Sophie with Cal - she made up an excuse, just so that she could have time to herself.

She isn't confused about her relationship with Cal in the least. She is, however, worried about Robb, and about the aftermath.

She doesn't want to hurt his feelings - but they need to have a Talk.

[eldeststark]

Robb is currently freaking out about Dishonoring you, Sugar, so a talk would be very good. And he's freaking out a little bit, and guilty, and kind of looking for her and almost scared of finding her because she must be so angry with him.

[crimson_sugar]

As they are both looking for each other... perhaps they will find each other in the same room where they did the deed? At any rate, Sugar might be there a moment, sitting distressedly on that same couch.

[eldeststark]

Grey Wind at his heels, he takes one step into the room and stops, a bit aghast. And hesitates. How does one go about apologizing for besmirching a lady's honor?