[This really isn't how Newt expects to wake up. Okay, granted, he didn't have super high expectations about the whole thing when last he fell asleep, but really, coming to in a very strange place on a very strange piece of furniture is a little disconcerting. He may have been snoring and half hanging off of it, so when he comes to with a start, he topples off of it and onto the ground. The very dusty ground. Which is also unexpected.
Thus, he's coughing as he sits up, blinking in bewilderment, immediately aware of what is missing--]
--Hermann?
[No answer. A fact that he’s realizing as the disorientation starts to fade and he really starts to observe his surroundings, turning his head to take in the colosseum around him, eyes narrowing in suspicion]
…what the hell? [Okay, yep, scrambling to his feet, now glancing at the couch he was sleeping on…and subsequently, his backpack next to one of the legs. He breathes out a sigh of relief, reaching for it. However, as soon as he picks it up, the giant bloodstain and human skull underneath is enough to startle, causing him to let out a noise that sounds like a high-pitched screech, dropping his backpack as he stumbles back, tripping over his own two feet and going down hard in the sand. He scrambles into a sitting position again, breathing hard, trying to push down the immediate urge to run very, very far away. Not that he’d get anywhere better because, y’know, Haven.
Newt pushes to his feet a little more slowly, this time prepared when he picks up his backpack to reveal the gruesome remains. He can’t help but make a face even as he moves the backpack to the weird couch thingy he woke up on, unzipping it and taking a quick inventory of everything inside, incredibly relieved to see everything he packed still in there. He zips the pack back up, before then moving to check the pockets of his leather jacket. Vials, check; origami newt, check; and…phone???
Newt pulls it out of his pocket, bewildered.]
Huh. Looks like they gave us an upgrade. Weird. [There’s a message on it, but it’s not from Hermann so Newt is currently going to disregard it, tucking the phone back into his pocket. He wants to get out of here pretty quickly—this place is giving him in the heebie-jeebies. He slings the backpack up onto one shoulder, now turning to look at the other people around and, not seeing who he’s looking for, is going to make a beeline for the exit. He knows he’s here—so finding him has become priority number one. He can get to know the newbies later.
Unfortunately, however, as he makes for the only visible exit, he’s so focused that he’s unaware of what lurks above. Thus he’s rather unprepared as a very large spider drops down from the ceiling. Fortunately for Newt, he’s gotten pretty good at dodging things, so he’s barely throwing himself out of the way in time, hitting the ground and rolling away, scuttling back away from it as quickly as possible, eyes widening behind his glass as he realizes what it is] H-hoooooly shit, that’s a big spider!
[Newt Geiszler: Master of the Obvious.]
[SPIRE 3]
[having assumedly departed from whoever helped him out in the colosseum because #priorities, Newt is going to find the closest building that looks relatively intact and duck into it. He’s used to buildings with doors and four walls and a floor being a safe space from monsters, so as soon as he gets to spire 3 he’s heading inside, not really bothering to go in any of the apartments, just sitting on the bottom of the stairs and fumbling for his phone. He does look around as he sits, however, making a disgusted face]
Ugh. This again? Can’t they come up with any better decor? [he hates spirals.]
[SHOPS]
[now that his first priority has been satisfied, Newt can focus on other things. Like food. Because—]
Holy shit. [this, awed, as he’s standing in front of an entire shelf of pocky. He hasn’t moved. He might have possibly been standing there for at least three minutes. Because he hasn’t seen this kinda dessert in over a year and a half, and, being the giant kaiju nerd he is, it is one of his favorites from his childhood. He looks like he’s not sure whether this is real or not.]
Is this…is this a joke? [he laughs, once, high pitched and edging hysterical. All from a couple boxes of pocky] What—are they trying to make us complacent, now? With pocky? […he hates to admit it, but it might work.]
Dr. Newt Geiszer | Open!
[This really isn't how Newt expects to wake up. Okay, granted, he didn't have super high expectations about the whole thing when last he fell asleep, but really, coming to in a very strange place on a very strange piece of furniture is a little disconcerting. He may have been snoring and half hanging off of it, so when he comes to with a start, he topples off of it and onto the ground. The very dusty ground. Which is also unexpected.
Thus, he's coughing as he sits up, blinking in bewilderment, immediately aware of what is missing--]
--Hermann?
[No answer. A fact that he’s realizing as the disorientation starts to fade and he really starts to observe his surroundings, turning his head to take in the colosseum around him, eyes narrowing in suspicion]
…what the hell? [Okay, yep, scrambling to his feet, now glancing at the couch he was sleeping on…and subsequently, his backpack next to one of the legs. He breathes out a sigh of relief, reaching for it. However, as soon as he picks it up, the giant bloodstain and human skull underneath is enough to startle, causing him to let out a noise that sounds like a high-pitched screech, dropping his backpack as he stumbles back, tripping over his own two feet and going down hard in the sand. He scrambles into a sitting position again, breathing hard, trying to push down the immediate urge to run very, very far away. Not that he’d get anywhere better because, y’know, Haven.
Newt pushes to his feet a little more slowly, this time prepared when he picks up his backpack to reveal the gruesome remains. He can’t help but make a face even as he moves the backpack to the weird couch thingy he woke up on, unzipping it and taking a quick inventory of everything inside, incredibly relieved to see everything he packed still in there. He zips the pack back up, before then moving to check the pockets of his leather jacket. Vials, check; origami newt, check; and…phone???
Newt pulls it out of his pocket, bewildered.]
Huh. Looks like they gave us an upgrade. Weird. [There’s a message on it, but it’s not from Hermann so Newt is currently going to disregard it, tucking the phone back into his pocket. He wants to get out of here pretty quickly—this place is giving him in the heebie-jeebies. He slings the backpack up onto one shoulder, now turning to look at the other people around and, not seeing who he’s looking for, is going to make a beeline for the exit. He knows he’s here—so finding him has become priority number one. He can get to know the newbies later.
Unfortunately, however, as he makes for the only visible exit, he’s so focused that he’s unaware of what lurks above. Thus he’s rather unprepared as a very large spider drops down from the ceiling. Fortunately for Newt, he’s gotten pretty good at dodging things, so he’s barely throwing himself out of the way in time, hitting the ground and rolling away, scuttling back away from it as quickly as possible, eyes widening behind his glass as he realizes what it is] H-hoooooly shit, that’s a big spider!
[Newt Geiszler: Master of the Obvious.]
[SPIRE 3]
[having assumedly departed from whoever helped him out in the colosseum because #priorities, Newt is going to find the closest building that looks relatively intact and duck into it. He’s used to buildings with doors and four walls and a floor being a safe space from monsters, so as soon as he gets to spire 3 he’s heading inside, not really bothering to go in any of the apartments, just sitting on the bottom of the stairs and fumbling for his phone. He does look around as he sits, however, making a disgusted face]
Ugh. This again? Can’t they come up with any better decor? [he hates spirals.]
[SHOPS]
[now that his first priority has been satisfied, Newt can focus on other things. Like food. Because—]
Holy shit. [this, awed, as he’s standing in front of an entire shelf of pocky. He hasn’t moved. He might have possibly been standing there for at least three minutes. Because he hasn’t seen this kinda dessert in over a year and a half, and, being the giant kaiju nerd he is, it is one of his favorites from his childhood. He looks like he’s not sure whether this is real or not.]
Is this…is this a joke? [he laughs, once, high pitched and edging hysterical. All from a couple boxes of pocky] What—are they trying to make us complacent, now? With pocky? […he hates to admit it, but it might work.]