WHO: Klaus and OPEN WHAT: A Very frustrated Klaus can't talk WHEN: Friday WHERE: Verdant WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Everything had seemed so normal when Klaus had awakened this morning. Very normal. He'd gotten up, brushed his teeth, taken a shower, all without realizing that something incredibly important and incredibly terrible had happened to him sometime in the night.
He couldn't talk.
At all.
Nor could he write words - he'd tried that too.
He could scream - he'd done that plenty of times since discovering this - but the only other way he could communicate was through drawing little pictures on scraps of paper. This was certainly not one of his favorite things that Madison Valley had done to him. Thankfully, he was an artist and could usually get his point across with pictures.
That was, after all, how he'd ordered himself a scotch on the rocks at Verdant. He was glad that he'd at least been successful at that, since he was going to be here for a long, long time, he had a feeling. Alcohol at least dulled things a little and made him a little less annoyed that he was apparently the modern day Little Mermaid.