THE MARKET [A lot of the items on display don't entirely work for someone like him. But that doesn't mean a guy can't browse. A few things have caught his eye though, and they're safely tucked away in a convenient bag slung over his shoulder. He stops by a garment stall, idly browsing the selection of fancy-looking cloaks.]
Think these are long enough for me? [He'll ask the merchant - or anyone nearby, if they overhear.]
[The injuries left over from the whole event haven't entirely faded, being they sunk their claws (har har) into old wounds - hence the bandage over one side of his face, and the careful motions he makes with anything involving that whole side of his body.]
[And at some point, he'll plunk his skinny butt down on a bench, to look through his purchases. Including the uh. Instrument they were all given. Peering into it, turning it over in his hands.]
Is this... a pipe?
DANCE LESSONS [Garrus has learned exactly one human style dance in his life. Well, two, if you count the infamous "Shuffle" that swept the galaxy in '83. But neither of those are probably appropriate for this upcoming fancy party.]
[So if you need a partner to practice, or you just want to see a too-tall alien learn to boogie it down, he'll he there. And shuffling as best he can when your legs don't quite bend the same way humans' do. Hopefully, this isn't too embarrassing.]
[Hopefully.]
THE PARTY [Shopping mission accomplished. Somewhat. He's still got his nicest set of normal clothing on - finding anything that fits his frame in this world is a trial and a half. However, over it, is one of those fancy capes from the market, complete with a furred collar. He's also sporting a fascinating eyepiece. It's not a bad look, really. And feels fancy enough for this gala.]
[He's open to chatting with any new tablemates he's been assigned to, as long as you don't mind questions about what exactly all these dishes are. He's learned a lot, but there's still so much left to figure out. Like what do you mean sweetbread isn't bread?]
[As for the entertainment portion, Garrus is also open to dancing during the musical numbers, if asked. Applauding for the entertainers themselves. He's not the performing sort, but hey, at least he doesn't have two left feet. Just one sore one, and one decent one.]
The Gala - Free Cities
[A lot of the items on display don't entirely work for someone like him. But that doesn't mean a guy can't browse. A few things have caught his eye though, and they're safely tucked away in a convenient bag slung over his shoulder. He stops by a garment stall, idly browsing the selection of fancy-looking cloaks.]
Think these are long enough for me? [He'll ask the merchant - or anyone nearby, if they overhear.]
[The injuries left over from the whole event haven't entirely faded, being they sunk their claws (har har) into old wounds - hence the bandage over one side of his face, and the careful motions he makes with anything involving that whole side of his body.]
[And at some point, he'll plunk his skinny butt down on a bench, to look through his purchases. Including the uh. Instrument they were all given. Peering into it, turning it over in his hands.]
Is this... a pipe?
DANCE LESSONS
[Garrus has learned exactly one human style dance in his life. Well, two, if you count the infamous "Shuffle" that swept the galaxy in '83. But neither of those are probably appropriate for this upcoming fancy party.]
[So if you need a partner to practice, or you just want to see a too-tall alien learn to boogie it down, he'll he there. And shuffling as best he can when your legs don't quite bend the same way humans' do. Hopefully, this isn't too embarrassing.]
[Hopefully.]
THE PARTY
[Shopping mission accomplished. Somewhat. He's still got his nicest set of normal clothing on - finding anything that fits his frame in this world is a trial and a half. However, over it, is one of those fancy capes from the market, complete with a furred collar. He's also sporting a fascinating eyepiece. It's not a bad look, really. And feels fancy enough for this gala.]
[He's open to chatting with any new tablemates he's been assigned to, as long as you don't mind questions about what exactly all these dishes are. He's learned a lot, but there's still so much left to figure out. Like what do you mean sweetbread isn't bread?]
[As for the entertainment portion, Garrus is also open to dancing during the musical numbers, if asked. Applauding for the entertainers themselves. He's not the performing sort, but hey, at least he doesn't have two left feet. Just one sore one, and one decent one.]