Scaramouche arrives fifteen minutes before showtime and makes his entrance at six o'clock sharp; he never misses a cue.
The formal announcement of his name, the riotous reception, and the sight of his own image lighting up the dome above them are all unexpected, but they're a welcome surprise. What better way to kick off this little shindig than to celebrate Scaramouche? His expression undergoes a sudden shift from out-and-out dumbfoundment to childlike glee in two seconds flat, the tension in his stance melting away as he obliges his audience with a deep bow, sweeping off his hat with a wave and a flourish. The servant bots have always waited on them hand and foot and he knows this is more of the same, but that makes it all the more entertaining to him. He struts along the runway, preening in the spotlight; he knows how to hold the stage!
With the sound of applause still ringing in his sensors, there's an unmistakable spring in his step going forward. After circling the tables to inspect everything, he swings by the drinks counter, grinning widely when he's handed a drinks menu!
"Well, whaddaya know? These bot-brains can throw a party!" He's talking to himself, but his voice carries--anybody nearby could hear it and join in.
Eventually, the band picks up, signaling the first few moments of the light show. "They really went all out." His luminescent gaze descends from the spectacle and rakes over the heads of the party-goers and their bot attendants, staring at the archways leading out to the presumably empty halls of Anchor. Taking a distracted sip of his fluorescent cocktail, he turns and sidesteps behind the small cluster of onlookers, his optics flicking up again to the presentation before falling in a zigzag across the atrium. All those walkways going unpatrolled...
He wonders.
Once the music returns, so does his partial attention on the residents around him in all their glamour. He skirts the edge of the dance floor with an unhurried stride, occasionally casting a suspicious glance at the surrounding area while he scats along to the beat.
[ooc: Feel free to pick any time/place at the party to interact with him! Will match format!]
Scaramouche | Samurai Jack | in-game
The formal announcement of his name, the riotous reception, and the sight of his own image lighting up the dome above them are all unexpected, but they're a welcome surprise. What better way to kick off this little shindig than to celebrate Scaramouche? His expression undergoes a sudden shift from out-and-out dumbfoundment to childlike glee in two seconds flat, the tension in his stance melting away as he obliges his audience with a deep bow, sweeping off his hat with a wave and a flourish. The servant bots have always waited on them hand and foot and he knows this is more of the same, but that makes it all the more entertaining to him. He struts along the runway, preening in the spotlight; he knows how to hold the stage!
With the sound of applause still ringing in his sensors, there's an unmistakable spring in his step going forward. After circling the tables to inspect everything, he swings by the drinks counter, grinning widely when he's handed a drinks menu!
"Well, whaddaya know? These bot-brains can throw a party!" He's talking to himself, but his voice carries--anybody nearby could hear it and join in.
Eventually, the band picks up, signaling the first few moments of the light show. "They really went all out." His luminescent gaze descends from the spectacle and rakes over the heads of the party-goers and their bot attendants, staring at the archways leading out to the presumably empty halls of Anchor. Taking a distracted sip of his fluorescent cocktail, he turns and sidesteps behind the small cluster of onlookers, his optics flicking up again to the presentation before falling in a zigzag across the atrium. All those walkways going unpatrolled...
He wonders.
Once the music returns, so does his partial attention on the residents around him in all their glamour. He skirts the edge of the dance floor with an unhurried stride, occasionally casting a suspicious glance at the surrounding area while he scats along to the beat.
[ooc: Feel free to pick any time/place at the party to interact with him! Will match format!]