[ As soon as it becomes obvious that she's supposed to change her clothes, Aloy sets to it with a will. In a moment, she strips down to her underwear and bends to examine the pile of clothing. She wrinkles her nose. All of this fancy, constraining, and probably uncomfortable. Not like the clothes she's used to at all! She shrugs herself into one of the complex robs and squirms it into place before peering at herself, then looks around the back. Why are the fastenings in the middle of the back? With an annoyed huff, Aloy glances towards the nearest person. ]
Can you give me a hand with these?
II. In flight entertainment
[ Once settled in the craft, Aloy begins to get antsy almost as soon as they're in motion. She's not used to having to sit for so long. Sure, staying still and silent for hours waiting for the perfect moment to attack a machine is one thing but being stuck in a chair for hours and hours is completely something else. She amuses herself first by doing some reading up on the place they're going, then finally settling for small talk with those around her. She leans forward a bit in her seat. ]
Are we really supposed to stay sitting for the whole trip? I'm going to go crazy.
[ She leans back in her seat to stare at the ceiling for a moment. ]
...I'm not used to parties.
III. Nah man that ain't me
[ Aloy is truly doing her best to settle into arole as one of Lexa's retinue. Whether that's a guard, advisor, confidant, or all three she's not quite sure. She has to remember to keep her posture upright and to try and imitate the stately grace of those around her. It's not easy and she finds herself keeping close to Lexa almost as much for a sense of comfort as for appearances sake. She lets her eyes drift over the buildings and the gardens as they pass through them on the way to the veranda and idly wonders if this is what the cities of the Old Ones looked like. Casually, she lets her eyes drift across other guests.
It's easy to fall into watching. She's used to watching and being around so many other people gives her a bit of nerves. There are so many people and with the vast array of clothing and styles, it's a little overwhelming. And hard to gauge who might be a threat. Still, she plays the role the best she can, quietly shouldering her way between Lexa and anyone who wanders too close. As they step up onto the verandah, she shoots Lexa and the others a smile. ]
Here we go...
[ The silent servants disturb her but that doesn't stop her from plucking a finger food from a plate and scarfing it down as she hovers near Lexa's shoulder. ]
IV. Wildcard
[ Got something else in mind? Throw it here! I might make another top level for the feast and stuff later, but I think this is enough for one post for now. ]
Aloy
[ As soon as it becomes obvious that she's supposed to change her clothes, Aloy sets to it with a will. In a moment, she strips down to her underwear and bends to examine the pile of clothing. She wrinkles her nose. All of this fancy, constraining, and probably uncomfortable. Not like the clothes she's used to at all! She shrugs herself into one of the complex robs and squirms it into place before peering at herself, then looks around the back. Why are the fastenings in the middle of the back? With an annoyed huff, Aloy glances towards the nearest person. ]
Can you give me a hand with these?
II. In flight entertainment
[ Once settled in the craft, Aloy begins to get antsy almost as soon as they're in motion. She's not used to having to sit for so long. Sure, staying still and silent for hours waiting for the perfect moment to attack a machine is one thing but being stuck in a chair for hours and hours is completely something else. She amuses herself first by doing some reading up on the place they're going, then finally settling for small talk with those around her. She leans forward a bit in her seat. ]
Are we really supposed to stay sitting for the whole trip? I'm going to go crazy.
[ She leans back in her seat to stare at the ceiling for a moment. ]
...I'm not used to parties.
III. Nah man that ain't me
[ Aloy is truly doing her best to settle into arole as one of Lexa's retinue. Whether that's a guard, advisor, confidant, or all three she's not quite sure. She has to remember to keep her posture upright and to try and imitate the stately grace of those around her. It's not easy and she finds herself keeping close to Lexa almost as much for a sense of comfort as for appearances sake. She lets her eyes drift over the buildings and the gardens as they pass through them on the way to the veranda and idly wonders if this is what the cities of the Old Ones looked like. Casually, she lets her eyes drift across other guests.
It's easy to fall into watching. She's used to watching and being around so many other people gives her a bit of nerves. There are so many people and with the vast array of clothing and styles, it's a little overwhelming. And hard to gauge who might be a threat. Still, she plays the role the best she can, quietly shouldering her way between Lexa and anyone who wanders too close. As they step up onto the verandah, she shoots Lexa and the others a smile. ]
Here we go...
[ The silent servants disturb her but that doesn't stop her from plucking a finger food from a plate and scarfing it down as she hovers near Lexa's shoulder. ]
IV. Wildcard
[ Got something else in mind? Throw it here! I might make another top level for the feast and stuff later, but I think this is enough for one post for now. ]