Derrick
Grumbo looked between Yvette and The Peacekeeper. The demigod slowly gestured towards the new mortal "Go on, I'll help with any miscommunication."

Grumbo walked towards Yvette and pointed towards a gap in its upper right where the word **Grumbo** Was crudely scratched. Just under it in a much neater font, was a small bit of text reading *Collector of antiquities and curiosities*. They began to rapidly sign, pointing at itself and the various containers and compartments that the skeleton had. Grumbo began pulling out little bits and bobs, showing them to Yvette only to instantly put them back. The Peacekeeper put a hand on Grumbo's shoulder.
"I am sorry, Yvette. Grumbo can get a bit overexcited and isn't very used to having to communicate to talking beings. Grumbo here collects odds and ends, and is seeking to expand their collection. Why are you here?"
Ramiro
Yvette squinted her eyes at the crude nametag that was etched into the gap and made a small hum. Alright, must be their name! Her eyes fell down to the words etched below in the more neater font and made another hum. Yvette paused as they began signing, and felt a little at a loss. She didn't really *Understand* Sign language yet, so it just looked like they were flailing their hands. Confused, she looked over to The Peacemaker for a little help. Yvette looked back over to Grumbo, realizing that maybe they were trying to explain everything they were pulling out and putting back. Ok, she kind of understood only thanks to the context. The *Supposed* Context. Maybe they were telling her nuclear arm codes, or something. 

"Oh, it's fine. I was just a little confused. I don't understand all the.. Hand things, though. I might have to be taught that." She shrugged. "I don't mind learning though, it'll make talking easier though so thats a huge plus." Yvette laughed a little. "I was just pretty lonely, y'know? And I saw the whole ad thing and decided that it could be pretty fun and something to do." The Sporeling explained. 

"For like, a special talent though, it's not really that impressive but," She began, and leaned down to try and see if she could find something solid or round like before coming up with nothing. "Eh, I was gonna do it but theres nothing here. But I can just toss things around and not drop them for a few minutes." Yvette shrugged, standing back up fully.
Brian
Among the idling feyfolk, Viola hummed a lilting tune as she spun around and around in endless pirouette to a rhythm that only she could hear. Unlike her easily fascinated cousins, she had grown bored with these new environs rather quickly. Just more leaves and more wood, which were rather plain compared to the ones back home, and the alien people might as well have been overcompensating chanöátl. When was the real *Partying* Going to begin?

She spun to a halt to a shoot another glance towards where Lord Hemlock was still conversing with some... Thing. *Ugh.* What a drag. Why had Aphot chosen *Him* To lead their people on this mission of merriment? They should be *Merrymaking* Already, not standing around conversing like dry sticks.

Of course, the spritely satyr had already had several arguments with Hemlock prior to their arrival, and she didn't want to push her luck at the moment- the nymph was high-strung as was and her pride would not handle being scolded in front of so many people. She needed to *Impress*, after all, and first impressions were important.

So shoving down her growing impatience, she resumed her aimless whirling, getting out that restless energy through physical movement as much as she could.
Lupe
*Dego had been looking around, trying to find something.. Well, anything to do. It didn't seem like everyone was already talking to each other, and not about, like.. Their homeland. They wanted to learn about other cultures, not make idle talk! Or start up this journey, anything really! The small copy of Dezód on her should was busy getting drunk, but apparently couldn't make any for her because 'The dealer never takes'. Well.. At least they'll be selling to a wider audience, now. One that hasn't appreciated wine yet, people like.. Like her!*
*Degos attention was caught by the spinning woman, and they found themself highly interested in her. For one, the horns she had reminded them of their Creator, albeit far more curved than the Creators. In addition, the clothing choice was strange, at least in their eyes. Zandoli clothing was built to last through desert storms and animal attacks, being more or less a primitive leather armor like what Dego was wearing at the moment. But this article was light, loose, it seemed to flow in the breeze and flare as she turned. What kind of craftsmanship was this? They had to know! Taking a breath, Dego made their way up to the woman, a smile present on their reptilian face.*
"Hi! I like your tunic, how'd you make that? It's so light!"
*As they got closer, the song was heard.. What was that? It was so nice..*