Sora had a difficult time acclimating to this world, though it’s not been that long, he felt as if he should have a better idea of what was going on here. He got most of it, but the finer details like different nations, motives, governing bodies, people of power and influence, that sort of thing. The other part of him was wondering when he’d find Donald and Goofy (not that he expected it since they weren’t on the contact list) but maybe one day they’ll pop out of no where. That same part of him also waited for the arrival of the heartless. That was how it worked for him before. The other part of him was beginning to realize that he really wasn’t on his regular path of world hopping either.

Sora hung out near the front of the entry, with various others kind of standing around waiting for something (or someone) and he did his best to wander over toward other people to introduce himself or delve into their conversation - if he could. “Hello!”

Man, what a great gig. Sora thought as he watched the waiters or catering employees buzz around in their official looking garb. Sora bet he could do something like that, he should have looked on the board for something like that—

although he was glad he didn’t show up here as an employee but a guest of the event where he can spend as much time as he wants chatting in different groups. From inside the conference room to the outdoor garden Sora could be found wandering around saying hello to those who he had come across.

Sora spent a good portion of the night outside in the garden and once he came in he recognized the conference had significantly changed its flavor. For the better (now that all the serious business was had) and there was music and dancing and lights and fun all over the room. He was absolutely excited about this development and Sora hit the dance floor with enthusiasm and energy that had bubbled up just from the sight and sound of the place.

For a good while he’s out on his own, doing the best dance he can do to the beat of the music. However, he sees someone watching him and he wiggles right on over to invite them to join him. “Come on! Dance with me!”

Sora groans and turns his head away from whatever light was bothering his eyes. His back felt pretty stiff and his legs were cramped. He rolled against something that wasn’t budging so he flopped back onto his back. He had about a moment of snoring before he coughed himself awake again.

Then he recognized the smell of breakfast and he peeked his eyes open and stared up at a tall and unfamiliar ceiling. He closed his eyes again and tried to roll over again, but once again he was stuck on his back and his arm was under something - or someone.