[The last thing he remembers is getting some sleep after that one fateful encounter with his brother. He can't remember the last time he slept so well, actually. But upon waking he's...wherever this is (he's still trying to parse that little tidbit). At least it's...a castle. A sand castle. Okay. Castles were familiar to him. He'd seen tons of castles in his day, full of people!]
[But never with such weird...clothes...]
[That's when the sensation of too much wind registers. When he sees the fact that's essentially in a black speedo...well, he just...sighs in total exasperation. First his world, then his clothes??]
Are you serious...?! Who the hell stole my clothes?! And my boxers?! And put me in this weird thing?!
[At least he's not shy. After all, everyone else is stuck in the same boat as him, right? But he does stand out, considering the enormous, jagged scar going across his back from the back of his neck to his left hip. With that, he's looking around. Paying extra close attention to not stare at anyone or anything too long. In fact, he's probably making uncomfortable, unblinking eye contact out of blatant fear of offending anyone.]
[He may also look a little constipated. But he's not. It's something else entirely.]
Soooo...I can't be the only one confused right now, right?! Please tell me you know what's going on...I've heard of being debriefed after a stressful situation but this is a little...erm...extreme...
Phase II:
Oh come on...! What is with this place?!
[Well, he definitely didn't do it. Or maybe he did. He's still not completely with it. All he knows is this sand castle is coming down and he's not about to be buried in a goddamn speedo. He rushes for that bridge...that very rickety, imposing bridge, and sprints across it. He skids to a stop on the other side and plants his feet. He doesn't know if this bridge will hold, but he can't just leave these people trapped in case it falls apart. He rushes back across the draw bridge and stops about halfway, ushering people by. If someone trips, he'll be quick to grab them and set them back upright and on their way.]
This way! Hurry!
PHASE III:
[That...That was close. That was an ordeal. That was not at all what he signed on for and the most welcome thing in the world right now i that smoothie shack. Darin makes a beeline for that shack, skidding to a stop and looking over the drink list.]
[... ... ...]
Wait...
Wait, hey is that...?
WHAT THE HELL IS 'TEN MONTHS BEING SINGLE?!' HOW DO YOU EVEN POINT THAT IN A DAMN DRINK?! IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE?!
...Ten bucks??
[He...He genuinely doesn't know what to be offended by the most...]
Alright, this place is really weirding me out now.
PHASE IV:
[Well, after sating his thirst, Darin figured it was about time to at least go for a swim. If he was stuck here, he was at least going to enjoy it. Don't mind this blue haired doofus. He's just floating along on his back in the water, staring up at the sky. Relaxation is nice and all, but he had to figure out what he was going to do now.]
[He just keeps floating lazily along. He's drifting further out to sea, paying no mind to anyone or anything he might bump into. Or what might scoop him up.]
Darin Altway | OTA
[The last thing he remembers is getting some sleep after that one fateful encounter with his brother. He can't remember the last time he slept so well, actually. But upon waking he's...wherever this is (he's still trying to parse that little tidbit). At least it's...a castle. A sand castle. Okay. Castles were familiar to him. He'd seen tons of castles in his day, full of people!]
[But never with such weird...clothes...]
[That's when the sensation of too much wind registers. When he sees the fact that's essentially in a black speedo...well, he just...sighs in total exasperation. First his world, then his clothes??]
Are you serious...?! Who the hell stole my clothes?! And my boxers?! And put me in this weird thing?!
[At least he's not shy. After all, everyone else is stuck in the same boat as him, right? But he does stand out, considering the enormous, jagged scar going across his back from the back of his neck to his left hip. With that, he's looking around. Paying extra close attention to not stare at anyone or anything too long. In fact, he's probably making uncomfortable, unblinking eye contact out of blatant fear of offending anyone.]
[He may also look a little constipated. But he's not. It's something else entirely.]
Soooo...I can't be the only one confused right now, right?! Please tell me you know what's going on...I've heard of being debriefed after a stressful situation but this is a little...erm...extreme...
Phase II:
Oh come on...! What is with this place?!
[Well, he definitely didn't do it. Or maybe he did. He's still not completely with it. All he knows is this sand castle is coming down and he's not about to be buried in a goddamn speedo. He rushes for that bridge...that very rickety, imposing bridge, and sprints across it. He skids to a stop on the other side and plants his feet. He doesn't know if this bridge will hold, but he can't just leave these people trapped in case it falls apart. He rushes back across the draw bridge and stops about halfway, ushering people by. If someone trips, he'll be quick to grab them and set them back upright and on their way.]
This way! Hurry!
PHASE III:
[That...That was close. That was an ordeal. That was not at all what he signed on for and the most welcome thing in the world right now i that smoothie shack. Darin makes a beeline for that shack, skidding to a stop and looking over the drink list.]
[... ... ...]
Wait...
Wait, hey is that...?
WHAT THE HELL IS 'TEN MONTHS BEING SINGLE?!' HOW DO YOU EVEN POINT THAT IN A DAMN DRINK?! IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE?!
...Ten bucks??
[He...He genuinely doesn't know what to be offended by the most...]
Alright, this place is really weirding me out now.
PHASE IV:
[Well, after sating his thirst, Darin figured it was about time to at least go for a swim. If he was stuck here, he was at least going to enjoy it. Don't mind this blue haired doofus. He's just floating along on his back in the water, staring up at the sky. Relaxation is nice and all, but he had to figure out what he was going to do now.]
[He just keeps floating lazily along. He's drifting further out to sea, paying no mind to anyone or anything he might bump into. Or what might scoop him up.]
[He might...He might actually be asleep.]
[Welp.]