[ the thing about finding yourself in a new, unexplored place is that … well. it's new. and unexplored. and while it might be suspicious how you came to find yourself there in the first place, it doesn't mean you have to look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth and assume you're in a bad situation.
except he still doesn't know whether to make heads or tails of this particular situation.
he'd woken up just as easily as if he were back in colseit – one eye opening, and then the other, a full-body stretch accompanied by a jaw-cracking yawn that could probably be heard a few streets over – and it had taken him nearly a full minute to realize that he wasn't in his own room. wasn't anywhere near it.
none of his tools were anywhere to be found. none of his trinkets, do-dads or doohickeys, any of the various things he's been working on for the past however long. he's in a strange bed, confined within strange walls, left with a note and a device that looks like nothing he's ever seen before. what …?
yep. completely and utterly clueless. so. you know what that means?
it's time to start trying to take things apart.
except … apparently this little device is a sturdy son-of-a-gun and doesn't want to give up any of its secrets. no matter how much he taps at seams, tries to pry them open, no matter how much he stares and turns it this way and that. it's not budging, not giving anything up, and once he's gone over the note a few times more he decides to stick all of the above into his pockets and finally step outside of his new place and check things out.
awin frowns a bit to himself as he tries to get his bearings, realizes that he doesn't have any bearings to get when he turns a full circle and still has no better idea of which way he should go – so he just. starts walking. moves about the residential district, mentally mapping things out for later.
because it beats sitting in that ( admittedly nice ) unfamiliar place that is now supposed to be called his own and not knowing what in the world is going on around you.
no subject
except he still doesn't know whether to make heads or tails of this particular situation.
he'd woken up just as easily as if he were back in colseit – one eye opening, and then the other, a full-body stretch accompanied by a jaw-cracking yawn that could probably be heard a few streets over – and it had taken him nearly a full minute to realize that he wasn't in his own room. wasn't anywhere near it.
none of his tools were anywhere to be found. none of his trinkets, do-dads or doohickeys, any of the various things he's been working on for the past however long. he's in a strange bed, confined within strange walls, left with a note and a device that looks like nothing he's ever seen before. what …?
yep. completely and utterly clueless. so. you know what that means?
it's time to start trying to take things apart.
except … apparently this little device is a sturdy son-of-a-gun and doesn't want to give up any of its secrets. no matter how much he taps at seams, tries to pry them open, no matter how much he stares and turns it this way and that. it's not budging, not giving anything up, and once he's gone over the note a few times more he decides to stick all of the above into his pockets and finally step outside of his new place and check things out.
awin frowns a bit to himself as he tries to get his bearings, realizes that he doesn't have any bearings to get when he turns a full circle and still has no better idea of which way he should go – so he just. starts walking. moves about the residential district, mentally mapping things out for later.
because it beats sitting in that ( admittedly nice ) unfamiliar place that is now supposed to be called his own and not knowing what in the world is going on around you.
right?
of course. ]