Left to his own devices, Kaz would have dressed in the same things he wears any other day. Somber and black and if it isn't already a funeral, give him time and maybe he can arrange one. Thankfully he has those that care and ensure the doesn't go to events dressed as an undertaker.
Not that he's sure he's comfortable in the suit that he's been given. Certainly it fits well but it's so much more... colorful than he's used to. Not that it's really all that bright or colorful at all but when all of your clothes fall into the realm of charcoal to midnight, anything seems a bit much.
He finds himself assigned to a table, giving those there a look for a familiar face. There's no food before him for the times he sits there, merely a glass of amber liquid that he isn't indulging too deeply into. After being starved in captivity one would think he'd indulge deeply but he's still withdrawn from what they've been through.
Throughout the evening though he wanders through those gathered, pausing to take in the performances curiously. It's further drawing together thoughts in his head, things he'll want to talk to the others about later when they're back in their own space.
He doesn't take the stage, but he does make note of those that do, as well as watching the others throughout the night. If there's dancing, someone is going to have to drag him out there. Perhaps someone who isn't Jesper or Inej might have luck with that.
He does stop by the person doing the art of them that night, finding himself caught up in things enough to tip them well as he points out the other three who are there, making plans to pick it up later. He even stays long enough to have his own picture added to the drawing first.
As the night draws on, he'll seek out Jesper, Inej and Wylan. Either making sure they make it back to their rooms safe, or are safely in another's hands that he trusts. This might not be the Barrel, but they're still his people, after all.
Weekend Gala - actual party things
Not that he's sure he's comfortable in the suit that he's been given. Certainly it fits well but it's so much more... colorful than he's used to. Not that it's really all that bright or colorful at all but when all of your clothes fall into the realm of charcoal to midnight, anything seems a bit much.
He finds himself assigned to a table, giving those there a look for a familiar face. There's no food before him for the times he sits there, merely a glass of amber liquid that he isn't indulging too deeply into. After being starved in captivity one would think he'd indulge deeply but he's still withdrawn from what they've been through.
Throughout the evening though he wanders through those gathered, pausing to take in the performances curiously. It's further drawing together thoughts in his head, things he'll want to talk to the others about later when they're back in their own space.
He doesn't take the stage, but he does make note of those that do, as well as watching the others throughout the night. If there's dancing, someone is going to have to drag him out there. Perhaps someone who isn't Jesper or Inej might have luck with that.
He does stop by the person doing the art of them that night, finding himself caught up in things enough to tip them well as he points out the other three who are there, making plans to pick it up later. He even stays long enough to have his own picture added to the drawing first.
As the night draws on, he'll seek out Jesper, Inej and Wylan. Either making sure they make it back to their rooms safe, or are safely in another's hands that he trusts. This might not be the Barrel, but they're still his people, after all.