Backdated - Monster Mash Day 5

[daughterofthefifth]

Lwaxana Troi made her way toward the turbolift in a state of some agitation. Five days! Five days of uncertainty, chaos, monsters (how ridiculous!), exuding Calm, tending to the mortally and mentally wounded, and that poor girl--

She shuddered and shook off that particular thought as quickly as it had come. There was something to be said for vampires, anyway.

--well, and now: This! The Taj Mahal chamber, looking as if small starships had been firing phasers at each other and missed. Repeatedly! Oh, and not to mention the slime that covered everything!

She reached the turbolift and pressed the call button. At least that was still working! Bulkheads torn apart, easy as tissue paper on a child's birthday. Blinking panels and half-functioning doors. Outrageous.

The doors slid open and she stepped inside. There was all ready another occupant--that dour young man of Caroline's.

"Evening," Lwaxana said, though for all she knew, it could have been any time of day at all.

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[daughterofthefifth]

Lwaxana drew herself up, pulling the threads of her sanity back together and knitting them back into place. As she took stock of herself and her surroundings, her trained mind was all ready sorting the information she'd received telepathically. It was not a great deal of thought and feeling, but what she had gotten was intense, bloody, full of great highs and lows of emotion.

One thing was clear: this was a young man with significant family issues. It was amazing he was able to trust Caroline with his wounded heart as much as he had.

Her own heart had slowed finally, as she dithered for a moment in the hall. To follow him, or to return to the safety of the turbolift? Obviously, no area of the station was really safe!

[wholeworldoutthere]

Eventually, Klaus had drunk enough blood that he knew the healing would happen. By the time he headed back into the hall, his arm was still a bloody mess, and he was still in pain, but it was well on its way to healed, even if it hung useless by his side.

"Now," he told the woman, pain audible in his voice, his mental shields back up, if somewhat wobbly, and having no idea that she had caught anything at all from his mind, "the kind of man I actually am might not want to save your life a second time."

[daughterofthefifth]

Lwaxana had recovered enough to smile graciously. "No, I see that. But perhaps you are just the kind of man to make sure I get back to the lift safely?"

She thought, especially now, perhaps he was. "It wouldn't be polite to follow you any further anyway."

[wholeworldoutthere]

"Didn't stop you before," Klaus pointed out, and turned to head in the opposite direction from the lift. He was absolutely not that kind of man, although he might as well keep an ear out for her.

Killing things was a perfect way to let off some steam, whether you almost lost your arm to it or not.

[daughterofthefifth]

"Well, it will impress Caroline enough that you punched a flying egg creature for me," Lwaxana said, sounding more put out than she really was. And she turned as well, back toward the turbolift.