BALLROOM

Dressed the part in dark, finely embroidered clothes, and at ease in a crowd, James Holden looks and feels less out of place than he might have feared. He smiles and mingles at the periphery, stays closer to fellow Riftwatch attendees than those out of Hightown.

Though it's possible he accidentally gets drawn into conversation with one anyway. He nods along and drinks from his wineglass as they talk, but if he catches a familiar person's eye, there might be an element of pleading to his look. Help.

He'll dance if asked, and with only a token protest; and proves to be less unskilled, despite his claims, and more unpracticed, sometimes unfamiliar. He's coordinated, able to follow cues, and doesn't step on any toes.

COURTYARD

Eventually, he'll have his fill of socializing. Or maybe just take a break to get some air. He ambles outside, takes some time to consider the beautiful water feature, tip his head up to watch the stars. The twin moons don't even feel alien anymore.

If someone walks in on his reverie, he'll ask, "Tired of dancing already?" and look over with a smile.

WILDCARD

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