[ There's laughter. As soon as the introductory speech ends, laughing is all McGillis can think to do. Goddess of connections? Restore the city? And he was brought here for that? Now? It's the greatest joke he's ever been told, and he hates it passionately. So he throws back his head and laughs and almost chokes on it. If that wasn't concerning enough to onlookers, he also looks miserable. His hair is hanging limply all over his face, covering his right eye almost entirely. His cheek and the corners of his mouth are smeared with blood, and more concerningly, so are his clothes. There's a large bloodstain right on his chest, just above the armor of his pilot suit. The side of the suit is ripped in a bloody gash. He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be healthy and uninjured under all that blood, and he most certainly should not be building connections with anybody.
McGillis laughs so hard, he thinks he's going to choke on it. And then he stops, apruptly, and the world around him doesn't fade away and... What now? What do you do when you're the punchline of some cosmic joke and the laughter has ended? Where do you go from there?
...
Later in the day, he can be found looking far more put together, doing commission tasks. Once he has completed the modeling task, he'll be blood free and wearing a nice summer outfit with a Hawaiian shirt. A respectable gentleman!
(That's your wildcard option because I'll be in and out until Sunday so I'll focus on tagging out more! Feel free to come to me though!) ]
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If that wasn't concerning enough to onlookers, he also looks miserable. His hair is hanging limply all over his face, covering his right eye almost entirely. His cheek and the corners of his mouth are smeared with blood, and more concerningly, so are his clothes. There's a large bloodstain right on his chest, just above the armor of his pilot suit. The side of the suit is ripped in a bloody gash.
He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be healthy and uninjured under all that blood, and he most certainly should not be building connections with anybody.
McGillis laughs so hard, he thinks he's going to choke on it. And then he stops, apruptly, and the world around him doesn't fade away and... What now? What do you do when you're the punchline of some cosmic joke and the laughter has ended? Where do you go from there?
...
Later in the day, he can be found looking far more put together, doing commission tasks. Once he has completed the modeling task, he'll be blood free and wearing a nice summer outfit with a Hawaiian shirt. A respectable gentleman!
(That's your wildcard option because I'll be in and out until Sunday so I'll focus on tagging out more! Feel free to come to me though!) ]