Brood, ostentatiously/Tables

Companion

Helicon House Companion	Last Paragraph
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	The Starry-Eyed Scoundrel adopts a similarly distant […] gaze. A couple of artists […] applaud. "I am beginning a historical series about the doomed heroes of the Fourth City," says one. "[…] we might have to take some liberties […] but you […] capture the mood..."
	The Stormy-Eyed Scoundrel adopts a similarly […] tragic gaze. A couple of artists actually applaud. "I am beginning a historical series […] you very much capture the mood... Though that one is a little intense." The Scoundrel blinks, slowly.
	The Celebrated Artist's Model picks up the mood of the scene you are creating, and droops beside you. An artist catches the pair of you. "Are you posing in groups now? Perhaps for illustrations of classic plays? I have just begun a new series..."
Infamous Mathematician	The Infamous Mathematician leans her head on your shoulder with a cheerful smile. "I do enjoy your brooding; it's very Byronic."
Roguish Semiotician	Your companion does not – quite – smirk.
	Your platonic partner in crime goes for a more droopy sort of melancholy, as though all her favourite flowers come in black, and they have all died.
	A couple of your companions join you in a tableau of exotic melancholy. Others mingle with the room and loudly wonder who the brooding individual might possibly be.
Both your spouses	Your spouses try to join you in pondering your tragic existence, but they break out in suppressed giggling after a few minutes.
	Your Accomplice smoulders beside you. The pair of you really do make quite the impression.
	The Genre Painter isn't quite sure what you're doing. He gamely joins in, calibrating his expression from observing yours.
	The Prescient Automatist isn't quite sure what you're doing. He gamely joins in, calibrating his expression from observing yours.
	Your Noman attempts to emulate the pose.
Player Spouse	Your spouse is accustomed to this sort of thing and tolerates it without comment.