[ ooc: thing 1: in the emp meme I talked about Satoru's plan to gradually overthrow the Council, and as of now, almost nobody will actually know about that. Feel free to assume that your character knows he dislikes the Council, though, because that's very public knowledge and he often just talks shit about them lmao

thing 2: if your character was in a shitty situation in the human world in the past 20 years and was rescued and picked to come to the Castle, and you want a player character to be that rescuer, Satoru's your guy finger guns winkwink. He won't be a maker, but we can say he rescued a character and then essentially handed them to whatever NPC (or PC) in whatever Court you're going with! he loves collecting strays. if you wanna plot further, PM me or add me over at cosmonautdelta!! ]

Scholarly symposiums aren't exactly Satoru's scene, but what else is he going to do around this Castle? Torture some newbies for fun? Get some thrall to bottle their own blood so he can have some takeaway? Annoy the Silver Court nerds while they're in full panic mode over all their stress? Okay, all of those do sound more fun than attending the symposium, actually. Why isn't he doing those things?

He stands out a little from the rest of the crowd -- that in of itself isn't unusual, Gojo Satoru is just kind of like that, much to the chagrin of many of the more traditional vampires -- but in the last couple of years he's taken to wearing the garb of a land far from Castle Courtsheart, clothes that just feel more familiar to him in a way he can't explain. The kimono is, at least, once of his more fancy ones, golden embroidery curling up the length of it. The food that's laid out for the newbies to grab inbetween talks smells appetizing, but it'll taste gross as soon as it hits his tongue. Nonetheless, he has some kind of fancy sandwich on a plate as he mingles with the crowd waiting outside one of the lecture halls.

In his other hand, he has a list of the talks offered. And he's not impressed.

"A Study on the Effect of Vampire Blood When Given To Beetles?" he reads out, cackling. "The Habits of Local Toads? A Most Rigorous Organizational Method: A New Way Of Shelving Your Books? Wow, do these nerds want everyone to die from a colossal snoozefest while they're too busy babbling?"

He gesticulates with the sandwich, and brightens, golden eyes bright behind his sunglasses. "Actually, if this is a cunning plan from the Silver Court to achieve dominance by killing us all with a bad case of boredom, I love it! That's so unique! I might actually attend one of these things just to see if I die." He grabs his company by the arm, and starts dragging them with gusto toward one of the lecture halls. "C'mon, we're going academic spelunking!"

Aaah. What better activity is there to do on a boring Tuesday than watch hapless fools hack away with futility at ever-growing pumpkins?

While the useful go-getters are helping out at the greenhouse, Satoru has parked a lounging chair nearby, all lanky limbs as he relaxes back and sips on a mug of blood he got a thrall to give him earlier. To add insult to injury, he has a festive umbrella set up above him as if to shade him from the sun, except it's. You know. Night time.

"Hey, you over there, there's a pumpkin behind the mint bush that's making a break for it," he calls lazily, dunking a cookie into his blood. He has a thrall in the kitchens that makes super tasteless cookies for him; he just likes the crunch, even if being a vampire means he can't taste anything. "Better get on that, otherwise it'll terrorize the whole neighborhood."