[Adaptability was man's greatest asset. Without it, one had no hope in surviving in an ever-changing world. You had to be quick to accept change and turn it around to your advantage and if there was one thing Jin Guangyao was good at, it was turning things to his advantage.
This was no different, though he'd spent much of the days in his initial arrival with a feeling of tentative 'otherness,' like he was existing outside himself and watching everything happen. He took the information, accepted that this was sure a thing actually happening in his life (life?), and now it was just figuring out where to go from here.
He'd lost his hat and somehow that seemed symbolic but he wasn't about to delve too much into the nuances of it. That way surely lied madness and he couldn't afford such a thing right now.
But he'd been given a place to stay, apparently, and he spends some time methodically figuring out how things worked, cautiously poking and prodding with an eager mind and even more eager fingers to pry things apart and figure out how they worked.
He refrained from doing that literally (for now), but one press of the wrong button has his door suddenly slamming open hard enough to bounce off the opposite wall and probably scare the hell out of anyone out in the hall. Oops.
He pokes his head out, smile quick and apologetic and holding a hint of dimples.]
My apologies. I'm still getting used to the...intricacies of this place.
B. Service With a Smile
[Well he hasn't gone the full route of employment as an attendant, but attending banquets and parties like this is a great way to get information! He makes small talk with people, mostly just trying to get an understanding of what they think about the queen, the current political climate, etc. etc. Normal things, you know!
He speaks kindly to the servants, with a genuine seeming interest in their lives. Their complaints get an ear and are placated with sympathetic noises, and though they give up everything,Guangyao gives up absolutely nothing. When asked for a name he smiles bashfully and tells them he's 'Meng Yao' and the name feels strange on his tongue and even stranger to hear. He almost kind of regrets it.
A bit later he fills his plate with cookies he's not going to eat himself (okay he nibbles one, and then two, because he likes sweets and they're good and who's going to judge him if he indulges a little?), and approaches anyone who appears to be alone.
His smile is charming and pleasant, dimples lighting up his face]
Here, would you like one? This place can be a little overwhelming, but I haven't had anything but praise for the food thus far.
C. Say Cheese!
[Mistakes. Mistakes were made. He has so many regrets--or he will later, when he can think clearly. He's a victim of his own need to keep up a polite and humble face.
When the rat-people offered him a drink 'with a kick' he hadn't been expecting liquor like this. He honestly had expected some sort of spice and when was met with something sweet instead he'd drank it down with enthusiasm.
And how he was drunker than he'd ever, ever allowed himself. He's at least just aware enough to realize how bad it is and how he really needs to get to the safety of home--or what counted for it here--before something bad happened.
That's the plan anyhow. Instead he ends up tripping over his own robes that get tangled around his legs and he falls to the ground. His robes tear a little and there's blood and bruises to be had, but the absurdity of the situation just makes him start to laugh.
Well. Giggle. And giggle hard enough that he snorts which is incredibly embarrassing. But the embarrassment makes him giggle harder and snort again and he's clamping his hand over his mouth in a desperately futile attempt to smother himself as he gigglesnorts for another few seconds before letting out a soft, whining:] Ow.
[His knees hurt. Help. Oh god. He struggles to untangle himself form his own robes--god why did he insist on so many layers?--and get up again, still occasionally falling into helpless giggling.
God he's going to hate himself so much for this later.]
Jin Guangyao | The Untamed | Cordis
[Adaptability was man's greatest asset. Without it, one had no hope in surviving in an ever-changing world. You had to be quick to accept change and turn it around to your advantage and if there was one thing Jin Guangyao was good at, it was turning things to his advantage.
This was no different, though he'd spent much of the days in his initial arrival with a feeling of tentative 'otherness,' like he was existing outside himself and watching everything happen. He took the information, accepted that this was sure a thing actually happening in his life (life?), and now it was just figuring out where to go from here.
He'd lost his hat and somehow that seemed symbolic but he wasn't about to delve too much into the nuances of it. That way surely lied madness and he couldn't afford such a thing right now.
But he'd been given a place to stay, apparently, and he spends some time methodically figuring out how things worked, cautiously poking and prodding with an eager mind and even more eager fingers to pry things apart and figure out how they worked.
He refrained from doing that literally (for now), but one press of the wrong button has his door suddenly slamming open hard enough to bounce off the opposite wall and probably scare the hell out of anyone out in the hall. Oops.
He pokes his head out, smile quick and apologetic and holding a hint of dimples.]
My apologies. I'm still getting used to the...intricacies of this place.
B. Service With a Smile
[Well he hasn't gone the full route of employment as an attendant, but attending banquets and parties like this is a great way to get information! He makes small talk with people, mostly just trying to get an understanding of what they think about the queen, the current political climate, etc. etc. Normal things, you know!
He speaks kindly to the servants, with a genuine seeming interest in their lives. Their complaints get an ear and are placated with sympathetic noises, and though they give up everything,Guangyao gives up absolutely nothing. When asked for a name he smiles bashfully and tells them he's 'Meng Yao' and the name feels strange on his tongue and even stranger to hear. He almost kind of regrets it.
A bit later he fills his plate with cookies he's not going to eat himself (okay he nibbles one, and then two, because he likes sweets and they're good and who's going to judge him if he indulges a little?), and approaches anyone who appears to be alone.
His smile is charming and pleasant, dimples lighting up his face]
Here, would you like one? This place can be a little overwhelming, but I haven't had anything but praise for the food thus far.
C. Say Cheese!
[Mistakes. Mistakes were made. He has so many regrets--or he will later, when he can think clearly. He's a victim of his own need to keep up a polite and humble face.
When the rat-people offered him a drink 'with a kick' he hadn't been expecting liquor like this. He honestly had expected some sort of spice and when was met with something sweet instead he'd drank it down with enthusiasm.
And how he was drunker than he'd ever, ever allowed himself. He's at least just aware enough to realize how bad it is and how he really needs to get to the safety of home--or what counted for it here--before something bad happened.
That's the plan anyhow. Instead he ends up tripping over his own robes that get tangled around his legs and he falls to the ground. His robes tear a little and there's blood and bruises to be had, but the absurdity of the situation just makes him start to laugh.
Well. Giggle. And giggle hard enough that he snorts which is incredibly embarrassing. But the embarrassment makes him giggle harder and snort again and he's clamping his hand over his mouth in a desperately futile attempt to smother himself as he gigglesnorts for another few seconds before letting out a soft, whining:] Ow.
[His knees hurt. Help. Oh god. He struggles to untangle himself form his own robes--god why did he insist on so many layers?--and get up again, still occasionally falling into helpless giggling.
God he's going to hate himself so much for this later.]
D. Wildcard!
[obligatory wildcard, u know.]