Who: Owen and Cecilia When: 10PM Where: Owen's room
It had been a rough day for Cecilia, the hours spent constantly teeter-tottering between extremes. Strangely enough, the bouts of depression or anger were easier to handle than anything else. Those were at least emotions she knew how to deal with, and emotions that felt appropriate to her situation. At one point she'd found herself feeling strangely excited about the party, an idea she found to be utterly ridiculous when it was suggested several days ago. As she started to do her make-up in the bathroom, she'd realized how obscenely stupid it was to be excited over a thing like that and had burst into tears. She had been kidnapped, Neptune was dead, and she was putting on make-up for a dress-up party. What the hell was wrong with her?
Knowing that whatever she was going through wasn't her fault but Their fault actually helped a little. She still didn't like the strange moods and desires taking her full throttle by the throat, but she felt better prepared to temper them. Aside from the hunger part. As far as that went, she ate like a pig. Constantly. All day. She'd work it off tomorrow.
She still couldn't help but feel like the party had been a mistake on her part. Her original intention for going was just the desire to be a part of any large group gathering. If something was going on, she felt the need to be there, and to try and participate. After Chase's message, she had felt the need to be there to keep an eye on the group. But she'd wanted to leave almost as soon as she'd gotten there. She kept more or less to herself, stuffing herself on food and moving around frequently, mingling a little but mostly staying detached from everything. She felt as though she'd run into a brick wall of apathy. She couldn't find the motivation to try and make nice with people, so she didn't.
Then Evie had come in in her wedding dress. Cecilia didn't know Evie well, but in no way did that seem normal. She didn't know how the woman would take Cecilia stepping in, so she'd started looking for Jack. She had not necessarily expected to find him up to his ears in Daphne, but once she had she couldn't even say that she was all that surprised. Just annoyed. Grudgingly impressed that he switched to Responsible Adult mode rather immediately once he heard about Evie, but still. She used that washing machine, dammit, and now she was going to feel like she had to wash her hands every time she did.
Once she was sure Evie was being taken care of, Cecilia managed to hang in there another hour, waiting for the next moodswing. When it didn't come and she found herself avoiding company more than anything else, she decided it was time to throw in the towel. She hadn't forgotten what she'd told Owen, however, so she loaded up a large plate with a little bit of everything, then a bowl of a mix of all the desserts, and headed out. She started to feel better about the time she hit the foyer, that wall of antisocial apathy gradually falling away. That was good, but she couldn't help but wonder what was going to replace it. She felt mentally exhausted.
She considered stopping in her room to change out of her dress, and ultimately dismissed the idea. She wasn't even sure if Owen would still be awake, so she'd stop there first. She felt a little strange standing outside his door, but she'd never seen Owen's room before. He was so private, it almost felt like an invasion. She reminded herself that Owen said it was okay to bring food by later, so she sucked it up. Since her hands were full, she used her foot to tap lightly against the door, just in case he was asleep. If he didn't answer, she'd put everything in the fridge with his name on it.
Or she'd just take it to her room and eat it herself. Whatever came first.