[for some reason, he hears the Jaws theme stuck in his head. He doesn't know why, or even what this music he hears is. Just that he hears it, and that he feels a little uneasy. But given the amount of predators around the dressing room, and his backbone definitely becoming very Asch-like, where he's resting should be fun soon...]
[not very... comfortable where he was staying. Bad vibes, man, with fononfailure and scionofhispower. So he's scowling, trying to figure what the hell is happening and who to hurt to make things go back to normal]
[a sight some haven't seen for a while, and many haven't see at all: our resident forced submissive is kneeling in a semi-public area, hands tied behind his back, his eyes closed. He's panting rather forcefully, and while you can see him actively trying not to fall into old patterns, there was someone very skilled at what he does playing on his reactions and slipping past whatever defenses he's managed to build]
[behind a door is the smell of something electrical burning... and the sound of someone cussing and trying to move something out of the way. And the doorknob is hot]