Waking in a strange world isn't... a shock, really anymore. There's pressure behind his eyes, and something-- something missing. Something missing from him. Confusion lingers, and Esteban shuffles from the bed, glancing about at his surroundings.
A room. Small, but a room, with a closet and everything; even devices he's fairly certain he won't know how to use. The enclosed space is wider than he'd-- somehow, difficultly-- managed to get used to, so the relief is palpable already. But this is not the VoidTrecker, and his thoughts lurch.
Where is he then? And worse, where is everyone else?
The thought sends him hurtling to his feet, but he already knows it's useless, a half-raised hope shot down before he can even complete it. Right. Right. His memories are blurry, and his hoard is missing from him. But he'd known this would happen. As horrible as it is; he'd known it would happen. A shudder wracks through him, but Esteban glances about the room, at the set of clothes and the one journal set on the desk-- and this sends him scuttling the two steps across the room.
Not entirely missing then. The leather journal is a comfort, and he holds it close as he takes a deep slow breath.
He will make the best of this too. He is determined to make the best of this.
I - VR Holodeck Exploring around has helped him get a grip onto things; the Omni-Band on his wrist has been causing quite a ruckus, but Esteban hadn't been ready, and he'd ignored the annoying mechanical sounds until he'd been able to at least set his confusion aside. There's still too much that clings to him, but he's able to brush it off, to set it apart.
Now he's good. With a determined nod, Esteban steps up to the door that swishes at his arrival, blinking as he notices the few shapes set throughout the room. Oh! Oh it's a meeting point? Maybe he should have gotten here earlier then.
"Heya!~ Am I late?" He asks lightly, though there's not a single trace of remorse in the smile he shares.
II - Swimming pool It's a relief to sit by the swimming pool, somehow. It lets him linger into a form of comfort, a bit of a toss between missing someone and using that melancholy to ground him a bit. His feet are bare, pant legs pulled up to over his knees as he lingers there, listening to the silence and the soft swirl of water when he moves his feet.
"Oh, hello!" He glances at his new wayward companion, grinning brightly.
"Wanna join me?" Eagerly, he pats the space next to him, an open invitation. "I promise I don't bite~" There's a snicker along with his words, an easy attempt to ease tension from meeting someone for the first time.
III - Hangar There's a rope dart-- he's found a rope dart! For all how difficult the day has been, the rope dart in the armory is a boon, a brightness that he had not expected. He hasn't practiced with it in moons, so he takes it slow at first, twisting and spinning it around his shoulder in a momentum that ease so much of his mental aches.
The twist and spin of cloth and rope helps him lose some of the tension, echoes of a simpler time, and he loses track of things, mindless to whoever might watch-- he's too used to it anyways. But stay long enough and he'll pop out of his focus, grin and stall the rope with a cheerful "hi! Nice to meetcha! I'm Esteban!"
Esteban intro/prompts
A room. Small, but a room, with a closet and everything; even devices he's fairly certain he won't know how to use. The enclosed space is wider than he'd-- somehow, difficultly-- managed to get used to, so the relief is palpable already. But this is not the VoidTrecker, and his thoughts lurch.
Where is he then? And worse, where is everyone else?
The thought sends him hurtling to his feet, but he already knows it's useless, a half-raised hope shot down before he can even complete it. Right. Right. His memories are blurry, and his hoard is missing from him. But he'd known this would happen. As horrible as it is; he'd known it would happen. A shudder wracks through him, but Esteban glances about the room, at the set of clothes and the one journal set on the desk-- and this sends him scuttling the two steps across the room.
Not entirely missing then. The leather journal is a comfort, and he holds it close as he takes a deep slow breath.
He will make the best of this too. He is determined to make the best of this.
I - VR Holodeck
Exploring around has helped him get a grip onto things; the Omni-Band on his wrist has been causing quite a ruckus, but Esteban hadn't been ready, and he'd ignored the annoying mechanical sounds until he'd been able to at least set his confusion aside. There's still too much that clings to him, but he's able to brush it off, to set it apart.
Now he's good. With a determined nod, Esteban steps up to the door that swishes at his arrival, blinking as he notices the few shapes set throughout the room. Oh! Oh it's a meeting point? Maybe he should have gotten here earlier then.
"Heya!~ Am I late?" He asks lightly, though there's not a single trace of remorse in the smile he shares.
II - Swimming pool
It's a relief to sit by the swimming pool, somehow. It lets him linger into a form of comfort, a bit of a toss between missing someone and using that melancholy to ground him a bit. His feet are bare, pant legs pulled up to over his knees as he lingers there, listening to the silence and the soft swirl of water when he moves his feet.
"Oh, hello!" He glances at his new wayward companion, grinning brightly.
"Wanna join me?" Eagerly, he pats the space next to him, an open invitation. "I promise I don't bite~" There's a snicker along with his words, an easy attempt to ease tension from meeting someone for the first time.
III - Hangar
There's a rope dart-- he's found a rope dart! For all how difficult the day has been, the rope dart in the armory is a boon, a brightness that he had not expected. He hasn't practiced with it in moons, so he takes it slow at first, twisting and spinning it around his shoulder in a momentum that ease so much of his mental aches.
The twist and spin of cloth and rope helps him lose some of the tension, echoes of a simpler time, and he loses track of things, mindless to whoever might watch-- he's too used to it anyways. But stay long enough and he'll pop out of his focus, grin and stall the rope with a cheerful "hi! Nice to meetcha! I'm Esteban!"