CLUB HARVEST
Normally, in situations - well, any situation, really - Walker would either be able to orbit someone he knew. Instead, he was surrounded by strangers. So many strangers. And not one familiar face. He paused, waiting for a possible voice to give him some sort of direction. Nothing. Well, nothing but memories at any rate. Instead, he recalled a robot voice, and its instructions for objective observation. Step one: what is actually there?
That was the easy part. Walker didn't even have to raise his head to observe the room - even without looking, he pinpointed the individual smells and sounds accurately enough to know who was drinking what, who favored which cologne, and what a given patron's most recent meal was. The sounds were much more enlightening, though. Like the names, spoken casually on the other side of the room. Ahab. Dor'aan. F.Lee. Walker couldn't have overheard more if he was sitting in proximity to them. And similar details from the table in the opposite direction.
Not that he was yet sure what his goal was here, but eavesdropping didn't seem like it was going to make it any easier. Despite his previous hesitation, Walker drained the rest of the tumbler in one go. 'Liquid courage.' My foot. Walker had never really understood that concept - whatever it was, it sure didn't work for him now any more than the last time he tried it. Maybe he was doing it wrong? "May I have another, please?" He asked meekly, setting the glass on the bar and raising his eyes for a brief second. Asking for drinks didn't really count. That wasn't going to get him anything except an empty pocket.
With a bracing sigh, Walker raised his head and did a full visual sweep of the establishment. A very obvious, awkward, 'I'm-here-alone-and-don't-know-what-to-do-with-myself-so-I'll-badly-pretend-I'm-looking-for-my-friends,' visual sweep. His cheeks were flushed red by the end of it, but he tacked a lot of faces on to the names he collected earlier. And species, for all that that mattered.... His eyes found the woman drinking...gin and vermouth from that corner, on their way back down to his whiskey. The gem looked like it should symbolize something......
OOC: 01:05, Today: S.On.N.Y. rolled 23 using 1d20+9. Expertise - Eidetic Memory (Culture?). On Isadora's jewel. Maybe it symbolizes status?