Taylor had been setting quietly... Alright, not exactly quietly since the fly that had seated itself on her apple was prattling on about how everything was her fault and if she'd just accept who she was then everything could be so much easier. Eventually, she got tired of arguing with him and shooed him away in time to look up and see a rather gangly looking boy watching her before looking at his watch and hurrying to the line. Taylor sighed and then jumped slightly as she was joined by a quiet girl a bit further down her table and in the same manner a girl with oddly colored hair on the other end. The problem was she couldn't see them right... instead a mirage like image floated over the meek girl's face of a mouse and on the other hovered butterfly wings at her back.

She shook her head to clear the images and when they were gone she immediately tensed again when a boy walked over and began bossing the mouse... [i]Dormouse[/i], her psyche corrected. She shook that away too and frowned deeply when the boy's eyes grew wide like saucers and pitch black... his neck stretched and his hands turned to talons. She shuddered and stood quickly, "Jabberwock... you're the jabberwock.... The vorpal sword went snicker-snack...." All this was said under her breath as she marched over to him with her plastic butter knife in hand... but it wasn't a butter knife, it was a long wicked looking dagger with arcane writing down the side... time seemed to warp around it as it swung back and forth in her grasp.

However, after only a few steps she blinked and the image faded and her blade became a plastic knife once more. She frowned and wrapped her arms around herself, obviously the meds weren't helping any with her delusions. "Hold it together... hold it together..." She took a seat once more, this time closer to the blue haired girl and the brown haired guy who'd just taken a seat... her food forgotten.

As he exposed the scars on his wrists Taylor's world somersaulted again and this time she saw brown ears above his head. "Those are some nasty scars...Anyone else's meds failing to do any good at all?"

~*~

Theo noticed that the small group had congregated and hesitated momentarily before considering going over.... Talking might make him late on finishing his lunch and that simply wouldn't do. However, loneliness won out and he walked over. "May I set here, if you've the time..." He spoke to no one and everyone in general.