[It takes far longer than it should for Zhaneel to reach the lobby level, not having bothered to claim the luggage that had arrived with her. Good thing that it would just appear in her room later, yes?
Unlike many of the other guests who had appeared at least mostly prepared to act and live like humans, Zhaneel is much less so. She is only wearing a mid-thigh length tunic, the material and appearance that of a time long gone. It's too large for her, dangling dangerously off one shoulder and threatening to spill to the floor with nearly any movement. Her feet are bare of any socks or shoes, blonde hair a tangled disarray that hangs loose to her hips. However, despite her general state of undress, she doesn't seem particularly bothered by the amount of skin she's showing. If you happen to catch a glance of her golden eyes, clearly inhuman, you might begin to understand the air of confusion and fear around her.
In fact, she seems far more focused on the normally simple act of walking, moving in short and calculated steps that lead her from one thing to lean on to another. Her gait is unsteady... like someone that hasn't walked upright in quite a long time... or, in her case, ever.]
Ballroom;
[Zhaneel stands in the doorway of the ballroom, leaning against and clinging tightly to the frame as her wide eyes sweep the room. Certainly, she knew what eggs were, but this was an explosion of color and oddities to her already confused and fear filled mind.
The gryphon turned human looks over the gathered people, watching as they collect the brightly colored eggs into baskets. Her brows knit tightly and she frowns, voice a soft lilt when she speaks to herself without any expectation of a reply.]
What is this?
Breakfast Hall;
[One thing that is a given with nearly any species is that they will eventually grow hungry. It's the scent of good that ultimately draws the stumbling girl toward the breakfast hall.
Only... there is little that catches the eye of the gryphon as she moves through the room. There are no raw haunches of meat to sate her hunger, and everything she looks over is unfamiliar save the eggs.
Being too uncoordinated to manage a plate or utensils, she might just be caught standing at the buffet with her hands in the serving platter, eating eggs and bacon by the handful.]
For Alec;
Continued from here, the only change being she arrived with her tunic on (as she wouldn't have thought to pull clothes on)
[When it becomes apparent that her kind voice hasn't been heard, her throat tightens and she nods briefly. It had been a small hope, but a hope none the less. It could be that he was shielding, or it could be that he was incapable of the mind-to-mind speak that was present to some on her own world.
In either case, she feels suddenly isolated all the more and draws into herself mentally and physically. Her hands clutch pull free of his own and at the front of her tunic to still the tremor that seems ever present in them now.
She forces herself to focus on what Alex is saying, rather than her own tumultuous emotions. She rolls her gaze back up to his own after a moment.]
It... It seems the only explanation... To have been in one place and in yet another the moment after... It is like traveling by Gate, but without the exhaustion... [Though the disorientation had been the same.
At his last words, one hand reaches toward him again and her time is plaintive.]
Do you believe others are like me? [Perhaps not gryphon, but of another form and forced into a new one.] Others that are just as lost in this? [She casts her gaze around the elevator as she speaks, seeming to include the entire experience of her arrival in the question.]
Zhaneel | OTA
[It takes far longer than it should for Zhaneel to reach the lobby level, not having bothered to claim the luggage that had arrived with her. Good thing that it would just appear in her room later, yes?
Unlike many of the other guests who had appeared at least mostly prepared to act and live like humans, Zhaneel is much less so. She is only wearing a mid-thigh length tunic, the material and appearance that of a time long gone. It's too large for her, dangling dangerously off one shoulder and threatening to spill to the floor with nearly any movement. Her feet are bare of any socks or shoes, blonde hair a tangled disarray that hangs loose to her hips. However, despite her general state of undress, she doesn't seem particularly bothered by the amount of skin she's showing. If you happen to catch a glance of her golden eyes, clearly inhuman, you might begin to understand the air of confusion and fear around her.
In fact, she seems far more focused on the normally simple act of walking, moving in short and calculated steps that lead her from one thing to lean on to another. Her gait is unsteady... like someone that hasn't walked upright in quite a long time... or, in her case, ever.]
Ballroom;
[Zhaneel stands in the doorway of the ballroom, leaning against and clinging tightly to the frame as her wide eyes sweep the room. Certainly, she knew what eggs were, but this was an explosion of color and oddities to her already confused and fear filled mind.
The gryphon turned human looks over the gathered people, watching as they collect the brightly colored eggs into baskets. Her brows knit tightly and she frowns, voice a soft lilt when she speaks to herself without any expectation of a reply.]
What is this?
Breakfast Hall;
[One thing that is a given with nearly any species is that they will eventually grow hungry. It's the scent of good that ultimately draws the stumbling girl toward the breakfast hall.
Only... there is little that catches the eye of the gryphon as she moves through the room. There are no raw haunches of meat to sate her hunger, and everything she looks over is unfamiliar save the eggs.
Being too uncoordinated to manage a plate or utensils, she might just be caught standing at the buffet with her hands in the serving platter, eating eggs and bacon by the handful.]
For Alec;
Continued from here, the only change being she arrived with her tunic on (as she wouldn't have thought to pull clothes on)
[When it becomes apparent that her kind voice hasn't been heard, her throat tightens and she nods briefly. It had been a small hope, but a hope none the less. It could be that he was shielding, or it could be that he was incapable of the mind-to-mind speak that was present to some on her own world.
In either case, she feels suddenly isolated all the more and draws into herself mentally and physically. Her hands clutch pull free of his own and at the front of her tunic to still the tremor that seems ever present in them now.
She forces herself to focus on what Alex is saying, rather than her own tumultuous emotions. She rolls her gaze back up to his own after a moment.]
It... It seems the only explanation... To have been in one place and in yet another the moment after... It is like traveling by Gate, but without the exhaustion... [Though the disorientation had been the same.
At his last words, one hand reaches toward him again and her time is plaintive.]
Do you believe others are like me? [Perhaps not gryphon, but of another form and forced into a new one.] Others that are just as lost in this? [She casts her gaze around the elevator as she speaks, seeming to include the entire experience of her arrival in the question.]
Wildcard;
[Open to anything!!!]