I am what I am

[Kurt's been sort of groggy all day. He spent most of it rolling around in bed under his covers with the curtains shut. It isn't until the sun starts to go down that he finally starts to feel sort of awake and alert. When he finally catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, well...he doesn't. There's no reflection there. But just looking at his hands reveals they're deathly pale. He's freezing.

There's a special challenge in trying to find a vampiric ensemble that doesn't make him look like he raided Tina's closet, but he decides to embrace that challenge. It's hard to focus though, because he's pretty sure he's never been this hungry in his life, so he settles for one of the first few outfits he creates - red shirt, black tie, sleeveless sweater, and a bat-shaped brooch.

That doesn't help his hunger though, as distracting as it was. He's doing his best to just will it away. It's only three days (probably). People can survive for longer than that without food. He just won't think about how he doesn't really count as a person anymore. It's only three days. He doesn't have to do...that.

But he feels like he hasn't eaten in weeks.

...Maybe a walk will help clear his head, and make him forget his stomach. He has a few destinations in mind - the music room maybe, or just outside for some fresh air. Anywhere where he doesn't have to think about how hungry he is. Three days, three days, three days...]

[ooc: Please don't kill him? But feel free to run into him anywhere at all, at any time during the event. ♥]

[Kurt is there, trying to look as composed as he possibly can. That's not working so well though - he's pale, but that's less due to fear, and more due to his skin having literally become almost white. His cheeks are pinkish red though, and it looks suspiciously as though someone airbrushed a blush on his face. His hair is hard, though to be fair that isn't terribly unusual for Kurt. It's rather bulky though, and he isn't happy about that. In fact, he's really starting to resemble an actual Hummel figurine, but Kurt's panicking too much to appreciate the mansion's sense of humor.

His Mercedes rag doll is nowhere to be found, but there's a powdery smoke wafting up from a garbage can in the corner of the room that answers that question.]

I...assume I'm not the only one this is happening to. Has anyone found a way to make it stop?

[He's trying to be calm, really. Really. ...It's just not working.

He won't finish transforming before the event ends since it's pretty late in the event, but he has no reason at all to assume this will end well for him.]

[The camera flickers on, and Kurt is there, directly facing the camera. He's sitting in a rather modern-looking white chair in his room, with one leg delicately crossed over the other, and his hands folded in his lap. Since all of the evidence of horrible makeovers and other things that shall not be discussed is gone, he's opted to just proceed like they never happened. Ever.]

Greetings, Wonderland. As I'm sure you may remember, there were attempts to start a glee club here in the mansion. There were many distractions along the way, some cruel and unusual, and others quite the pleasant surprise - [He gives the tiniest little wave at the camera as he says this - HI DAD. ♥ ] - however, it's about time we attempted to restore some normalcy.

Glee club, for those whose cultures are sadly lacking in high school-level musical education, is also known as a show choir. We sing and dance, and compete against other show choirs. Granted, competition would be near impossible, unless there's some other prison-like mansion in the near vicinity with an active glee club. But even without that, singing can be rather cathartic, so after all of these rough events, who wouldn't want to turn to something therapeutic for comfort?

[He adjusts his hair and beams at the camera, feeling like he's rocking this PSA just as much as he's rocking his current ensemble. Military chic with the tallest Doc Martens he owns was simply the only thing appropriate for a state of the union-esque video.] Now, there's only so many high school-aged people trapped here, sadly, so we're widening our circle to anyone who wants to join. We only have a small handful of members at the moment, which is problematic for a show choir, so I highly encourage any of you who have any interest in music whatsoever to join us. We could always use musicians as well, and our pianist seems to have disappeared.

Anyway, if you're interested, we're going to start meeting on Wednesday evenings in the Music Room. It's likely the safest day, since these events seem rather prone to falling on the weekend, but should that theory be proven wrong, well, we'll reschedule.

I believe that's all for now. We hope to see you at rehearsal. [He smiles, and the camera clicks off. PERFECT TAKE.]

Well, now that that's over...

Rachel's gone. Again. But I haven't seen a strange doppelganger of her around anywhere, so I'm guessing she wasn't arrested a second time. Unless she's developed a new fondness for hide and seek, I suspect she's found a way out of here.

[He lets that thought hang in the air. He's trying not to sound hurt that Rachel took off without them, but it's not really working that well.]

I suppose she did have to get back to spending her entire summer preparing for sectionals, or whatever it was she was doing before she came here. And if she's really gone, that's only concrete proof that we'll be able to go home too.

We should keep the Glee club here going in her absence though. I can almost hear her crying from here at the thought of disbanding it. Membership is a little pathetic, but we'll fix that. Somehow.

...Has anyone seen Coraline?

[Kurt turns on his his communicator and looks directly into it - he's sending an SOS out on the network.]

Look. I know we spend ninety percent of our time on the network bickering...if not more, so this might sound unusual. [He shifts, straightening his posture out of nervous habit and turning his nose up.] ...But I haven't seen Rachel since that announcement. The one where she was arrested.

Has anyone seen her? Finn? Ms. Pillsbury? ...Anyone?

[He waits, as though the communicator will answer him. It doesn't.]

We need to find her, before something happens to her. I don't know who that Queen thinks she is, or what she thinks she's capable of...[Unfortunately, his bravery wavers a bit there.] ...but I'd rather not find out.

[He goes to shut it off, but before the feed dies, he mutters one last thing] ...I can't believe she was arrested for singing.