To say Equius was ‘scared out of his wits’ would be an understatement.
He never signed up for this. He distinctly remembered making an effort to keep away from that message that had been put up on the Network. If someone else wanted to have their own fun, fine, he had no qualms with it; but not him. He didn’t need a quadrant filled, thank you very much, he was perfectly fine with Nepeta, even though she wasn’t… here… at the moment. That, and he was kind of a giant social catastrophe waiting to happen; by the end of the night, he knew, he would be huddled in the corner wishing that the darkness would swallow him up entirely. So yes, it could be easily said that he Did Not want to be here. But he was here anyway — why? Well, the short answer was, he didn’t want to be a bother. For all he knew, the entire operation could fall apart if one person neglected to show. He didn’t want to cause such an uproar.
Equius already knew what his identifier for the night looked like; it was an herb or leaf of some kind, with vines curling around it. A Unicode symbol, of course. Looking around, it seemed that whoever had arranged this event went with whatever patterns he could make up on the terminal keyboard, because everyone else had something that could be found in Dingbats or Miscellaneous Symbols.
Well, he wasn’t going to show his, at any rate; just keep it in his pocket and look for whoever held the other half. It was safer that way, right?
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He never signed up for this. He distinctly remembered making an effort to keep away from that message that had been put up on the Network. If someone else wanted to have their own fun, fine, he had no qualms with it; but not him. He didn’t need a quadrant filled, thank you very much, he was perfectly fine with Nepeta, even though she wasn’t… here… at the moment. That, and he was kind of a giant social catastrophe waiting to happen; by the end of the night, he knew, he would be huddled in the corner wishing that the darkness would swallow him up entirely. So yes, it could be easily said that he Did Not want to be here. But he was here anyway — why? Well, the short answer was, he didn’t want to be a bother. For all he knew, the entire operation could fall apart if one person neglected to show. He didn’t want to cause such an uproar.
Equius already knew what his identifier for the night looked like; it was an herb or leaf of some kind, with vines curling around it. A Unicode symbol, of course. Looking around, it seemed that whoever had arranged this event went with whatever patterns he could make up on the terminal keyboard, because everyone else had something that could be found in Dingbats or Miscellaneous Symbols.
Well, he wasn’t going to show his, at any rate; just keep it in his pocket and look for whoever held the other half. It was safer that way, right?