[Open] Arrival of a Grand Master

[whenthelotusblooms]

Characters: Iroh and whoever comes across him.
Setting: Room 5-04 and the hallways.
Format: Either or
Summary: Iroh arrives and goes to see what's up.
Warnings: None so far.

Room 5-04

It was strange to wake up in a room like this, stranger still for him not to recognize...anything. Looking around, Iroh wondered if he was having some kind of very unusual dream. Had it been a plant he'd ingested? No, he didn't think so. At least he couldn't recall having consumed anything like that. Recently. Stroking his chin, he pondered the situation when he happened to notice his attire.

"Oh..."

True it showed off that his very muscular body but it was very immodest! Not at all the sort of thing a man of sixty-four should be wearing. Blinking, he poked at it a bit before getting off the bed and shuffling over to the trunk at the end of the bed. Perhaps the nice kidnappers had managed to find him some clothes?

Well, he could hope!

Hallways

After finding himself some proper clothes in his trunk and getting a little bit adjusted to this place, well as much as one could, Iroh went to explore the area. It wouldn't hurt to get to know his surroundings, even if he couldn't understand them. Everything was just so...advanced! As fascinating as it all was, he had no idea how to deal with it.

Ah well, there was little he could do about that. The best thing to do was find a nice hot cup of tea to help him think.

Now if he could just find the way down to the food area...

Comments

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

If only Iroh would have the chance to see Legolas going overtop the snow but the elf had not seen much since he'd first arrived. It was still early in what seemed to be a tower-wise winter though.

"I am glad that you find it so. Elven cloaks are often fine in make and this one is no exception." It had been made for their prince after all.

[whenthelotusblooms]

That was a strange word to him. Elven. It sounded much like it was meant to be a race of people. Perhaps the type of being this helpful man happened to be? That seemed rather likely actually. Iroh considered it then just smiled warmly.

"I will have to find a way to get an Elven cloak at some point. It is very lovely and the quality magnificent. I have not seen quality like this in quite sometime."

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

"The administrators here allow you to make requests. I'm sure that if you ask, you will eventually find yourself given one. Or, if I should find fabric, I can attempt to craft one. It never was a skill I practiced but it will be worth it."

And he could talk to Tohko or someone who actually had experience making a cloak if it came down to it. He doubted that it would though, with the skill that elves had in arts and such. All Legolas would have to do was take it slowly and carefully.

[whenthelotusblooms]

"You would?" Iroh's eyes widened a bit at that and his fingers came out to stroke the fine cloak. What an honor it would be to have such a fine thing made by his new friend. He smiled warmly and looked up at him.

"I would be honored if that is what you wish." If not, he would still be happy because that was simply the kind of of person Iroh was.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

"I would be glad to do so. I find myself constantly striving for distractions from the tower and the administrators mischief. And with the food they are serving this month so improved, I find I'll be doing far less hunting."

None, in fact. He and Haldir had been careful about what they hunted and how much so that the tower population wouldn't starve but they wouldn't wipe out an entire species in the forest. And the menu had definitely improved from the nutrition bars.

"It may takes me some time to do so, however. Everyone is still recovering from last month but that is a tale for another time. I believe you wanted to find tea, is that right? We should check the cafeteria first for that."

[whenthelotusblooms]

"What a helpful friend I have found. It would be wonderful to get some tea for us to share."

Hopefully this cafeteria would have some. That would be lovely actually since he would have to go searching for ingredients otherwise. Fortunately he'd seen a tea pot within that trunk so he did have the start for something.

It also helped that he wasn't someone who would be short on heat.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

"And a good friend would provide his name. Forgive me, I've forgotten my manners, it seems. I am Legolas, of the Woodland Realm."

With a smile, he lead his companion to the stairs. He'd offer the elevator up as an alternative but the elf did not trust it. He'd sooner kill another oliphaunt or fight an army of orcs by himself. It was similar to Gandalf's distrust of the terminals but that was more sensible a distrust.