It’s not Eddox’s style to play it safe, but it’s exactly what they’re doing. Too much weird shit has happened in an exceptionally small amount of time for them to take the point position. Besides, new people mean new possibilities and the chance to observe them.
Eddox enters the ballroom alone. They try to shake off the strange lightness of their arms. They prefer to enter parties with at least one lover draped over them. But free arms leave them open to have farther spanning conversations.
They are dressed finely in a iridescent dark purple suit with matching slacks and black shoes. (They have little love for the typical Andan Blue and only adhere to it under duress or the sweetest bribes.) The jacket and neck of their shirt has been left unbuttoned to reveal the hint of a black binder beneath. They wear no scarf or jewelry around their neck, leaving it bare, inviting someone to comment. Their rust colored hair is braided tightly in rows on one side of their head, the other side unbraided and styled meticulously to look carelessly frizzy as it curls down to frame the right side of their face. On the left side, their facial scar sprawls across the cheek in a thin horizontal arch over their nose. Their left ear is pierced with several small gold hoops, their right sporting a gold and cream-colored hearing aid studded with diamonds. A gold chain hangs from the top of the device and ends in a stud piercing in the lobe of their ear. Their makeup is minimal and a touch masculine.
Eddox sizes up the room, their eyes darting quickly to the food table and just as quickly away again. They make a show of taking in the decorations as they make a headcount, take in initial social posturing and sorting social groups from proximity and lack thereof. No Ashari, at least, they they can scan from likely aesthetics and body plans (which is a terrible metric for them) but, no matter. Molina had designated them as their point of contact, but seeing as Mol had conveniently left out the mission parameters and the whole time travel bit, they figured they would get to business when business got to them. For now, pleasure.
[ Note: Eddox is partially hearing, but will likely not be able to make out individual people speaking verbally in crowds. They cannot hear the argument in the kitchen. They are however fluent in Shuos sign language, Kel drum code, and simplified machine universal and machine universal (with their color field generating exotic). When close enough (or over comm or private vid) and without too much background noise, they can communicate verbally mostly without issue, and can speak common and the high language, but they do have a bit of an accent. They also speak their own culture’s verbal language and sign language. ]
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Eddox enters the Ballroom.
Date: 2020-01-11 02:44 am (UTC)Eddox enters the ballroom alone. They try to shake off the strange lightness of their arms. They prefer to enter parties with at least one lover draped over them. But free arms leave them open to have farther spanning conversations.
They are dressed finely in a iridescent dark purple suit with matching slacks and black shoes. (They have little love for the typical Andan Blue and only adhere to it under duress or the sweetest bribes.) The jacket and neck of their shirt has been left unbuttoned to reveal the hint of a black binder beneath. They wear no scarf or jewelry around their neck, leaving it bare, inviting someone to comment. Their rust colored hair is braided tightly in rows on one side of their head, the other side unbraided and styled meticulously to look carelessly frizzy as it curls down to frame the right side of their face. On the left side, their facial scar sprawls across the cheek in a thin horizontal arch over their nose. Their left ear is pierced with several small gold hoops, their right sporting a gold and cream-colored hearing aid studded with diamonds. A gold chain hangs from the top of the device and ends in a stud piercing in the lobe of their ear. Their makeup is minimal and a touch masculine.
Eddox sizes up the room, their eyes darting quickly to the food table and just as quickly away again. They make a show of taking in the decorations as they make a headcount, take in initial social posturing and sorting social groups from proximity and lack thereof. No Ashari, at least, they they can scan from likely aesthetics and body plans (which is a terrible metric for them) but, no matter. Molina had designated them as their point of contact, but seeing as Mol had conveniently left out the mission parameters and the whole time travel bit, they figured they would get to business when business got to them. For now, pleasure.
[ Note: Eddox is partially hearing, but will likely not be able to make out individual people speaking verbally in crowds. They cannot hear the argument in the kitchen. They are however fluent in Shuos sign language, Kel drum code, and simplified machine universal and machine universal (with their color field generating exotic). When close enough (or over comm or private vid) and without too much background noise, they can communicate verbally mostly without issue, and can speak common and the high language, but they do have a bit of an accent. They also speak their own culture’s verbal language and sign language. ]