[ Anduin has no idea what is going on here when it comes to the comment the Mayor seems to be making. School night? Curling up on the couch with a book? Hot chocolate? The whole thing is so bizarre that not for the first time the young man wonders if this is some bizarre, Old God induced out of body experience. It doesn't feel like one but he can't help but think it, especially with his connection to the Light either gone or muted. Things are difficult to tell.
Still he manages to smile when everyone laughs at the hot chocolate joke, doing his best to try and fit in for now. There's an undercurrent of tension enough to let Anduin know that speaking up and out right now will only do more harm than good. He's even managed to find suitable clothing, managing to put together a turtleneck sweater and plaid pants without looking too garish or standing out too much. Things are strange, even the clothing.
The comment of years to come rings in Anduin's ears. They're expected to stay this long? It sounded more like a threat to him and as he stands in the queue for an aluminium tree he can't help but wonder about it. Should he even ask anyone about it? It's difficult right now to know who to trust and who not to trust, so Anduin opts to talk about the other elephant in the room instead.]
These trees are made of metal? They certainly are....[ Garish.] ... Unique, wouldn't you say?
(gala)
[ A party would be the best place to learn things. Anduin has been to enough of them in his position as King (and prior to that, young prince). He's even managed to put together a red and green variant of a suit that has just managed to pass approval. Good job too, the loaner jacket certainly is a sight to behold. At least Anduin isn't uncomfortable around people intent on schmoozing, ready to smile and answer questions the people native to this place may ask.
He picks up a nearby sandwich slice, noting that the food here isn't much to write home about as he looks around to see if anything stands out. Most things do but there do seem to be others that look as lost as he feels so that in a way is a small comfort and a concern; just why is everyone here and what for? Kidnappings rarely happened without a ransom and if this was an Old God messing with them they would have shown their hand by now.
The speech is listened to, once again, with a keen ear. Anduin can't glean much from it other than that the Mayor is definitely one pulling the strings here. He catches a glimpse of another man taking a drink from a flask, seemingly unimpressed with what the mayor says. Someone to speak to later if Anduin can find him.
Too late. Before he can even do much about it everything is done and dusted, everyone is going back to dancing and the food is being replenished. It's difficult to keep his amicable poker face up and so Anduin glances to the nearest person.]
Would you like to dance?
(wildcard)
[ooc: anything is fine! feel free to PM or pp at sailorstarmaker!]
Anduin Wrynn | WoW
[ Anduin has no idea what is going on here when it comes to the comment the Mayor seems to be making. School night? Curling up on the couch with a book? Hot chocolate? The whole thing is so bizarre that not for the first time the young man wonders if this is some bizarre, Old God induced out of body experience. It doesn't feel like one but he can't help but think it, especially with his connection to the Light either gone or muted. Things are difficult to tell.
Still he manages to smile when everyone laughs at the hot chocolate joke, doing his best to try and fit in for now. There's an undercurrent of tension enough to let Anduin know that speaking up and out right now will only do more harm than good. He's even managed to find suitable clothing, managing to put together a turtleneck sweater and plaid pants without looking too garish or standing out too much. Things are strange, even the clothing.
The comment of years to come rings in Anduin's ears. They're expected to stay this long? It sounded more like a threat to him and as he stands in the queue for an aluminium tree he can't help but wonder about it. Should he even ask anyone about it? It's difficult right now to know who to trust and who not to trust, so Anduin opts to talk about the other elephant in the room instead.]
These trees are made of metal? They certainly are....[ Garish.] ... Unique, wouldn't you say?
(gala)
[ A party would be the best place to learn things. Anduin has been to enough of them in his position as King (and prior to that, young prince). He's even managed to put together a red and green variant of a suit that has just managed to pass approval. Good job too, the loaner jacket certainly is a sight to behold. At least Anduin isn't uncomfortable around people intent on schmoozing, ready to smile and answer questions the people native to this place may ask.
He picks up a nearby sandwich slice, noting that the food here isn't much to write home about as he looks around to see if anything stands out. Most things do but there do seem to be others that look as lost as he feels so that in a way is a small comfort and a concern; just why is everyone here and what for? Kidnappings rarely happened without a ransom and if this was an Old God messing with them they would have shown their hand by now.
The speech is listened to, once again, with a keen ear. Anduin can't glean much from it other than that the Mayor is definitely one pulling the strings here. He catches a glimpse of another man taking a drink from a flask, seemingly unimpressed with what the mayor says. Someone to speak to later if Anduin can find him.
Too late. Before he can even do much about it everything is done and dusted, everyone is going back to dancing and the food is being replenished. It's difficult to keep his amicable poker face up and so Anduin glances to the nearest person.]
Would you like to dance?
(wildcard)
[ooc: anything is fine! feel free to PM or pp at