[OPEN]

[smirkwood]

Who| Thranduil & OPEN
What| Of Elvenkings and elevators
Where| Training Center; Central Commons
When| January 3rd
Warnings/Notes| None at the moment.

After the initial outrage had died down some, Thranduil took to investigating the area in a quiet and casual manner. Supposedly, this is where he was to reside. Unfortunately, though he was given directions to his more private living space, he had yet to understand how to use the small room with the many buttons and moving doors... rather than admit to anyone that he was at a loss, The king takes to inspecting the room and its contents.

Though the furnishings seemed comfortable enough in appearance, they were also... very strange. He inspects a curtain with mild interest, running his fingers lightly over the fabric to feel the smoothness of it. It was not of Elven make, but well crafted none the less. The brightness of the color, though, rubbed him the wrong way, so he moves from it and finds a tall backed chair to sit in. He crosses one leg over the other at the knee and hangs his arms casually over the armrests.

Here there was a clear line of sight to the small room with the numbers, so he might be able to discern it's use if he observed the people going in and out of it long enough.

Comments

[smirkwood]

"That does not surprise me. It seems no one here knows anything of me or my kingdom."

He's rather insulted by that, actually, and he sounds it. Though truthfully that offence was not directed specifically at her.

When she offers her name, he doesn't give his own - she hadn't asked for it, and again, Thranduil was used to being known by everyone. When she offers her hand the king doesn't really know what to make of it. He looks down at it, with just a touch of confusion in his brows. Did she want him to give her something? He was obviously empty handed.

[somewhatfallenfortune]

Well, if he looks at such a gesture as though he hasn't the faintest idea what she's trying to do, he is definitely not from Thedas. She lets her hand drop, her expression never wavering; it will do no good to draw attention to an awkward moment.

"I'm sorry to hear it." She's tempted to append a title, but she'd rather not select the wrong one. "They draw so many of us in, but they seem to know little of our homelands."

[smirkwood]

"That may be for the better."

It disturbed him to think that someone might be watching his realm from afar without him noticing, and discovering it's weaknesses.

"Still, I would much like to return," a pause, and his eyes are drawn back to the curtain casually. "Are there others who have done so?"

[somewhatfallenfortune]

She can see the point behind hoping for one's world to be looked over. The Inquisition can hardly spare the members already present; Josephine dearly hopes no one else is snatched from his bed.

"There may be," she answers, in a gentle tone intended to convey I'm sorry I don't have a better answer for you. "I intend to find out--and how, if possible. You and I arrived here within a few days of each other, however; I am less knowledgeable about Panem than I would prefer."

[smirkwood]

"Still, more knowledgeable than I."

That was not something he liked to admit, but it was true none the less. After a moment's consideration, The Elvenking humbles himself with a question;

"Tell me, what do you know of that small room over there?"

He turns and gestures to the elevator casually. She hadn't been irritating so far, so perhaps she might be a suitable person to ask.

[somewhatfallenfortune]

"The...ah, yes. That." She's picked up the explanation here and there, listening to other new tributes ask the necessary questions. "As I understand, it's called an elevator. They use it instead of stairs."

A moment's pause, her expression growing a little wry. "It starts to feel less strange after a few days."

[smirkwood]

"A room that moves while you do not." Thranduil looks over at the elevator thoughtfully. It was starting to make sense now, but it also reminded him of something Dwarves might come up with, which makes him frown.

"How is it used?"

[somewhatfallenfortune]

"If you would prefer, I could show you." He doesn't seem like the sort of man who would enjoy being guided through such things publicly, but Josephine is more than confident that she can do so with the discretion necessary to protect a person's pride. "Which district have they assigned you to?"

[smirkwood]

He hesitates, not really liking the idea that he has failed in trying to discover the elevator's use on his own. Rather than outright ask for help, the king inclines his head towards the elevator as an indication that she should lead on.

"The first."