Being a large public event, the soirĂ©e is the closest thing Anakinâs seen that likely links back to the people in power. Normally, itâs next to impossible to track down those who run the planet; the elusive rulers are notoriously difficult to get ahold of. But here, thereâs talk of a queen. The constant mention of this queen to every new guest certainly seems to imply sheâs 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 planetâs weird suppression of his abilities, he canât use the Force to make them talk either.
He shifts, impatient. Maybe he shouldâve thought this through more. But in his defense, âinvestigate the castle that mysteriously sprouted up overnightâ seemed like itâd lead to interesting stuff. It just... hasnât. Yet.
Itâs 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 doesnât last all that long before restlessness kicks in. â Ugh, this is pointless! â he mutters under his breath, huffy.
No more waiting. â Hey -- â he says, addressing the nearest individual at random. â Whoâs running this thing, anyway? Some sort of queen, right? â Or at least, thatâs what the pixies keep saying. Itâs the Fairy Queenâs soirĂ©e -- but despite the party being in her name, sheâs nowhere to be found. â Do you know where this queen is? â
@geokineticsââ, Iâm investigating. / event!
