Being a large public event, the soirée is the closest thing Anakin’s seen that likely links back to the people in power. Normally, it’s next to impossible to track down those who run the planet; the elusive rulers are notoriously difficult to get ahold of. But here, there’s talk of a queen. The constant mention of this queen to every new guest certainly seems to imply she’s in charge here. In some miracle of restraint, Anakin has thus far refrained from outright threatening the pixies to demand that they take him to her, but with every passing second he gets closer to it. They refuse to tell him anything helpful -- and thanks to this planet’s weird suppression of his abilities, he can’t use the Force to make them talk either.
He shifts, impatient. Maybe he should’ve thought this through more. But in his defense, “investigate the castle that mysteriously sprouted up overnight” seemed like it’d lead to interesting stuff. It just... hasn’t. Yet.
It’s very possible that the best solution here is to watch. And wait. Even the pixies had said to wait. Of course, Anakin has never been one for that sort of approach. He doesn’t last all that long before restlessness kicks in. ❝ Ugh, this is pointless! ❞ he mutters under his breath, huffy.
No more waiting. ❝ Hey -- ❞ he says, addressing the nearest individual at random. ❝ Who’s running this thing, anyway? Some sort of queen, right? ❞ Or at least, that’s what the pixies keep saying. It’s the Fairy Queen’s soirée -- but despite the party being in her name, she’s nowhere to be found. ❝ Do you know where this queen is? ❞
@geokinetics, I’m investigating. / event!
