[TOGA PARTY] [While Aramis certainly is a social creature by nature, the lack of his proper attire has thrown him for a little bit of a loop. While waking up naked is not new to him, as he has been a bit of a lady's man over the years, waking up naked and alone in a foreign space combined had been something new. Nothing of his Musketeer uniform had been nearby, and as such, he had taken what had been left.
It seems though that he is not alone in the clothing choice, or lack thereof. Those around this party seem to be much in the same situation as he has found himself, or so he gathers. While his eyes do scan the people for a familiar face, Aramis finds not a one. He's still not certain what to make of everything, but there are drinks, and he does, in the end, take a flash of his own.
There is a strong swig taken, savouring the taste of it, yet as his eyes skirt to the side, he gives a slight bow to the person next to him.]
A fine vintage, whatever it is.
[EXPLORATION] [Sword in hand now, and with different attire more akin to what he usually wears, Aramis has set out. There is a part of his that is still seeking to make sense of everything, wondering whether he has had his wine spiked. He is unfamiliar with the area in which he finds himself in, and the whole situation seems quite ridiculous, even for him.
Yet he seeks out information, idly listening to any conversations that might hold some interest, although to no avail. There is an ease about him, tipping his head to any woman that he passes, a flirtatious smile gracing his lips.]
Good day, to you.
[And he does move through the market, pausing at items that are familiar, and lingering longer around those that are not. It is clear that some are beyond his knowledge as he stares at them, trying to fathom what it is that he is seeing. Yet, Aramis has no frame for most of it, which only leaves him more perplexed than before.]
Aramis | Musketeers
[While Aramis certainly is a social creature by nature, the lack of his proper attire has thrown him for a little bit of a loop. While waking up naked is not new to him, as he has been a bit of a lady's man over the years, waking up naked and alone in a foreign space combined had been something new. Nothing of his Musketeer uniform had been nearby, and as such, he had taken what had been left.
It seems though that he is not alone in the clothing choice, or lack thereof. Those around this party seem to be much in the same situation as he has found himself, or so he gathers. While his eyes do scan the people for a familiar face, Aramis finds not a one. He's still not certain what to make of everything, but there are drinks, and he does, in the end, take a flash of his own.
There is a strong swig taken, savouring the taste of it, yet as his eyes skirt to the side, he gives a slight bow to the person next to him.]
A fine vintage, whatever it is.
[EXPLORATION]
[Sword in hand now, and with different attire more akin to what he usually wears, Aramis has set out. There is a part of his that is still seeking to make sense of everything, wondering whether he has had his wine spiked. He is unfamiliar with the area in which he finds himself in, and the whole situation seems quite ridiculous, even for him.
Yet he seeks out information, idly listening to any conversations that might hold some interest, although to no avail. There is an ease about him, tipping his head to any woman that he passes, a flirtatious smile gracing his lips.]
Good day, to you.
[And he does move through the market, pausing at items that are familiar, and lingering longer around those that are not. It is clear that some are beyond his knowledge as he stares at them, trying to fathom what it is that he is seeing. Yet, Aramis has no frame for most of it, which only leaves him more perplexed than before.]
[WILDCARD]
[feel free to make your own scenario]