[ One of the first things Dante does after the introduction is find the nearest food table (or native), gathering the tastiest looking bits to toss in gracelessly into his mouth. It had occurred to Dante part way through Frigg's explanations, that he hasn't really eaten in the past week? Month? Hard to tell with all that time he had spent sleeping and all.

It's almost comical; a white haired man with a red leather jack and a large spiky looking sword on his back, just stuffing his mouth with whatever he can pensively. He isn't exactly look at any one person, or any one thing, simply glancing about the crowd as he chews. It's only when his hunger has been sated that Dante decides it is time to mingle, moving into the party proper with a drink in hand.

A non-alcoholic drink. ]

[ Oh, he hadn't been intending on playing the game. Figured he'd skirt by it and figure some things out before he finished settling in. Sounds like he might be stuck here for a while, after all, may as well make himself comfortable. He had been on his way to inspect his new living agreement when morbid curiosity urges him to pick up that rock. Just a rock, sitting just off to the side, flat enough to skip across a lake.

Naturally Dante picks it up, rubs his thumb over the smooth surface. He goes to pocket it, to keep it for later only for the rock to simply disappear from between his fingers. ]

Huh?

[ Feel free to catch Dante anywhere in the city, having a good old look at what's what. And probably trying to find somewhere with pizza. Or even hit me up on valyria for any other shenanigans. ]