[ Granted, even he weren't deprived of his eyesight, Jiaoqiu still wouldn't have seen this coming. The awakening itself might not be rude, but the immediate aftermath is a little more so, unfamiliar sounds and scents reaching his ears and nose, fine leather pressed against his cheek, and a soft robe wrapped around his body. He's in some sort of seat, but his senses are sharp enough to tell him this is no ordinary starskiff. Nothing around him carries the familiar scents of the Yaoqing except for his own skin.

At least the vessel he's seated in isn't moving...and at least he isn't alone, his ears swiveling towards the sound of someone moving in the seat next to him. Rousing of their own accord, it seems, and likely not responsible for him being here. Does that make him feel better...or worse?

Reaching out his hands carefully, his palms smooth over — oh. A wheel. Of course. ]

Oh...now, this is terribly unfortunate. If I'm set to our be our pilot, our flight together will be, regrettably, short-lived. I hope you have your affairs in order.

[ Sometimes you just. Give up trying to make sense of things and cope with humor instead. Even if he's the only one who might find it funny... ]

[ Maybe it's a bit reckless of him to attend the party without a second thought or word of protest, but where better to gather intel and information about the ins and outs of this resort than from such a gathering? Or perhaps this is the effect of the Merlin's Claw — or, rather, her absence. If the arbiter-general isn't here to assert herself into the situation, then it falls to him.

Though he probably won't go about things in...quite her same way. Rather, he easily finds some sumptuous clothing to wear, flattering yet familiar, his hair tied back with ribbon and gold ornaments. Some skills are easier than others to compensate for with his other senses, but he has done his own hair more than enough times to do it blind — literally. Once he looks the part, he spends some time at the party mingling and socializing, learning the lay of the land; reconnaissance, he might call it, but he's not too proud to admit to himself that he's enjoying the atmosphere, too.

Maybe he really did need this vacation...

Sooner or later, he makes his way to sex toy roulette, stepping up to the wheel and giving it a hearty spin, although he'll need the attendant nearby to read out his winnings for him: a regular spoon. ]

A little cruel, to gift me the spoon without the pot. [ this isn't a euphemism i swear ] Shall I spin again?

[ Alternatively, meet him across the table for some dirty dice, ears swiveling towards anyone approaching as he sips from his golden drink. ]

Interested in joining me for a game? I'd be honored by your company.

[ He doesn't bite — unless the dice call for it. ]

[ Being a new wildcard, Jiaoqiu has no business visiting the High Class Oasis, but that's part of what makes it so alluring, isn't it? Not to mention he's caught wind of the fact that there's places to rest and relax within, and after several days, the party is wearing down even his resilience.

More than anything, though, he wants to try to sneak in just because he can. Sounds like fun, doesn't it? Hovering around the vicinity of the club's entrance, he links arms with anyone who happens to pass him by, lightly resting a hand on their forearm, his tail flickering behind him as he steers them to a standstill around the corner, out of sight from the Oasis' door. ]

Ah, I've been waiting for you. [ Literally whomst?? ] You could use a break as well, couldn't you, my friend?

[ It's one thing if he sneaks in alone. It's another if he sneaks in a complete stranger as well. ]

[ Being both a long-lived species and a physician, Jiaoqiu has learned to deal with hangovers with ease, to the point where he is almost utterly unaffected. So when he wakes up in bed next to a stranger the morning following the lengthy party, likely rising before his partner, he gives the breakfast an appraising sniff before digging into the hangover kit. Bottles of pills, liquid, more toys and accessories — no, none of this will do.

He then leaves the suite, though not for good, instead returning a short while later with a satchel of ingredients and a kettle of hot water. Where did he get all that from? Don't worry about it. ]

Let's see...half a dozen hawthorn berries, a pinch of radish seeds — the peony isn't as dry as I'd like, but we'll make do. How's your head? Didn't eat anything yet, did you?

[ There's one upside to waking up in bed with a doctor. ]

[ Want to hit up Jiaoqiu with another prompt? The sky is the limit! 18+ for smut please, otherwise OTA! ]