This place isn't sounding too terribly off from Deerington at the moment. Monstrous transformations and mood changes? Definitely a problem. Martin pauses in his search to look over at Jon. The desire comes bubbling to the surface, but he tamps it down as he heads over to the other man and sits next to him on the sofa. Tentatively, Martin reaches out to rub Jon's shoulder.

"Hey... I'm sorry I wasn't here for you then. That sounds... horrible. Like, really horrible. I'm glad you haven't gone back." Mark down one moment of sense for Jon 'I'm going to throw myself into the maw of every terrible thing I can find' Sims. "We'll have to keep an eye out for anything else like that. Deerington had that sort of thing happen a few times. Is there any, um... schedule to strange things happening here? It was a... every few months things would change and we'd get a different kind of terrible.

"Except when we--when I first got there. That was pretty nice. There was an enchanted forest and I got to pet a deer. Felt like I was in a Disney prince, just a bit."