Mind if he wanders in?
This was the perfect opportunity for him to get to know his new home better.
At least, that's what Darren's mother told him when she sent him off to the new year's event. Of course, he was expected back home before it got too late, and he didn't have plans to stay very long either. This large number of people overwhelmed him. He had never been around so many people before. The first days in Prism were baffling, if only because of the sheer number of people bustling around. Being around so many people meant there was a myriad of stories and emotions flying around. He couldn't hold all of them at once, and that didn't seem very fair to anyone.
So he wandered around the crowd, sliding through people, trying not to bump into anyone. The more inconspicuous he was the better. He didn't want to inconvenience anyone, after all. Or really get involved in conversation for that matter. The people here confused him. They acted in ways he had never seen before, spoke of things he had never thought about before, believed things he couldn't believe. It was all very, very strange.
But the one thing that was consistent across borders was food. He found a food table and wandered towards it. He had been trying to listen to what the speaker was saying, but it didn't work. They all flew over his head. He hoped that reaching for a little cake would be okay. But...there were people there. And he didn't know them. Would it be rude of him to reach over for cake? Would that offend the people there? Was that even allowed while the speaker person was well...speaking?