You want me to wear what?

[The voice is loud enough to carry outside the room, and a moment later the door bursts open and a person stumbles out, arms flailing as he scrambles back from the tailoring bots that burst straight out of the room after him.

The bots are brandishing a sparkly yellow suit, and the young man scrambling away from them is half-naked. In fact, his patchworked and artfully distressed jeans fall down to his knees as he smacks into the wall across from the door, and he twists his hands into the waistband to yank them up.]

Do I look like Diego Lobo or something? No way!

[Shoulders hunching, his head jerks back and forth as he looks down the hallway in both ways, pale blue eyes glowing slightly in the shadows, looking for some sort of intervention.]

Can someone please get these weird malfunctioning servos off me?! I'm not wearing that thing.

[When Skye finally arrives at the party, he's decidedly not wearing the yellow monstrosity. He's wearing an entirely different kind of monstrosity, but at least it's his kind of monstrosity, so he's feeling a bit more confident as he strides into the area where the festivities are being held. Not that he particularly likes being out in the open, surrounded by strangers and completely unaware of what they might be talking about just out of earshot.

When he hands over his invitation to the impeccably tailored ticket-taking servo, he flinches back just a little, trying not to get too close, wary of another experience like the one with the yellow suit earlier. Then he flinches even more when his picture and name are broadcast across the sky for just anyone to see. Ugh, that's. Awful. Did these guys ever hear of the right to privacy?

Fortunately, nothing bad happens, and he makes it into the party only a little shaken up. Of course, he doesn't know anyone here, so for a few minutes he stands awkwardly in a corner staring at the food and the people and the servos for a while before making a decision.

Taking a breath and a step forward, hands moving gracefully through the air with a shower of sparks following them, and summons his familiar, a blue owl with purple sparks dripping from the tips of its wings. Skye doesn't really react much to it besides glancing back and smiling a bit, then squares his shoulders and takes another deep breath, more confident now that he has Owl watching his back.

Spotting someone who doesn't look particularly threatening (though really his judgement of that isn't the best, probably), he lifts a hand and waves.]

Dag dag!

[A beat.]

So the servos around here, they're really weird, right?

username: nibfrabbit

Hi guys, if anyone can direct me to the gardening area or tell me where to find an easel, that'd be great. I'm in the MedBay if you want to stop by. They have the weirdest surgical equipment, just figuring it out here.

Skye is a Sims 4 based original character who is a spellcaster, doctor, and gardener. He is also a big fan of weed, so please let me know if you want to opt out of anything regarding drug use. Hit me up by PM, or on plurk if you have me added (caffemisto) or discord at coffee #6251 if you want to plot anything. Or just throw me a wildcard starter, I'm flexible.