[Even amongst a room full of strange people, Yrel stood out. A six foot three blue woman with long, curved horns and hoofed feet and dressed in holy armor, with a pulsating crystalline two handed warhammer strapped to her back? Not to mention the empty eyes that glowed with a soft blue light, and gave no indication of where she was looking, even as her head turned this way and that.]
[She was standing off to the side of the crowd, watching the people, mostly humans it seemed, rushing this way and that through the feast. A few months ago, this would have been impossible to her, but meeting her new friends from beyond the portal, humans and gnomes and so many others, had taught her much about the universe. She had even hoped to go and see their world once, though...not quite in this manner.]
[She hadn't fought the faeiries when they beckoned her here, not realizing it was a trap until it was too late to turn back, and she kept chastising herself every time she saw one of them flit by. A young and foolish mistake on what she thought was a growing pile of failures. Her people needed her, and now she was...what...conscripted into someone else's war? Not that she could object, she'd tried, it had accomplished nothing.]
[Which led her here, standing by the feast, watching everyone else eat. Some had just arrived, like her, others had been here long months. Yet they seemed to take it in stride. Perhaps that was what she was supposed to do? She knew she at least had to eat. So she finally drew in a breath and took a step forward...only to walk right into someone who had the misfortune of coming around the corner just then.]
Oh! [Her voice had a faint, otherworldly tinge to it, but the tone was clearly familiar to anyone. Embarrassment.] I...ah. Sorry. Excuse me.
The Station:
[The station had sounded intriguing, and in a way more like something she would be familiar with, and yet when she'd arrived she had been sorely disappointed. It was nothing like the technology from her world. If anything, it reminded her far too much of the gnomes. Not that gnomes were bad, just...well. No sense speaking ill of people that weren't there.]
[Still, she'd made the journey, so leaving without looking around would be remiss, yes? She should at least spend the day there before heading back...]
[She could be found in the electronic store, accidentally breaking something, or sitting somewhere being fascinated by television, or just exploring the still-destroyed areas of the station trying to guess what might have done the damage...]
Yrel | World of Warcraft | Seelie
[Even amongst a room full of strange people, Yrel stood out. A six foot three blue woman with long, curved horns and hoofed feet and dressed in holy armor, with a pulsating crystalline two handed warhammer strapped to her back? Not to mention the empty eyes that glowed with a soft blue light, and gave no indication of where she was looking, even as her head turned this way and that.]
[She was standing off to the side of the crowd, watching the people, mostly humans it seemed, rushing this way and that through the feast. A few months ago, this would have been impossible to her, but meeting her new friends from beyond the portal, humans and gnomes and so many others, had taught her much about the universe. She had even hoped to go and see their world once, though...not quite in this manner.]
[She hadn't fought the faeiries when they beckoned her here, not realizing it was a trap until it was too late to turn back, and she kept chastising herself every time she saw one of them flit by. A young and foolish mistake on what she thought was a growing pile of failures. Her people needed her, and now she was...what...conscripted into someone else's war? Not that she could object, she'd tried, it had accomplished nothing.]
[Which led her here, standing by the feast, watching everyone else eat. Some had just arrived, like her, others had been here long months. Yet they seemed to take it in stride. Perhaps that was what she was supposed to do? She knew she at least had to eat. So she finally drew in a breath and took a step forward...only to walk right into someone who had the misfortune of coming around the corner just then.]
Oh! [Her voice had a faint, otherworldly tinge to it, but the tone was clearly familiar to anyone. Embarrassment.] I...ah. Sorry. Excuse me.
The Station:
[The station had sounded intriguing, and in a way more like something she would be familiar with, and yet when she'd arrived she had been sorely disappointed. It was nothing like the technology from her world. If anything, it reminded her far too much of the gnomes. Not that gnomes were bad, just...well. No sense speaking ill of people that weren't there.]
[Still, she'd made the journey, so leaving without looking around would be remiss, yes? She should at least spend the day there before heading back...]
[She could be found in the electronic store, accidentally breaking something, or sitting somewhere being fascinated by television, or just exploring the still-destroyed areas of the station trying to guess what might have done the damage...]
Wildcard:
[Anything goes!]