[ He had not waited for the others in his wing to wake up, he doesn't hang around wondering where he is or what's going on. He just gets up and starts wandering around. After a few hallways, he seems to establish just how large a place he's in. He stops. He would normally leave a mark of bungee gum somewhere and trail it along to keep track of his progress, but that witchess has taken his nen. Bitch that she is.

He smooths back his hair, a gesture of thoughtful nonchalance. Lacking the immaterial, he will just have to make do with the material that he has on hand. The first toy he summons up is a classic teddy bear. He tosses it over his shoulder as he continues down the hallway. A few more paces and then another toy, which he also carelessly throws. Then another. And another.

Lacking bread crumbs, it will do. ]

[ He is sitting on the floor, picking the lock of a small door with the bayonet of an olive green little toy solider... And it's all that work for nothing but cleaning supplies, although he doesn't seem bothered by the disappointment. ]

[ The large door, he pries open with his bare hands. His back and shoulders flexing. He is very, scarily, strong. It's not enough to be 6'6 with clown makeup on despite the otherwise drab clothes, he's also gotta be monstrously built too????

➜ INSIDE THE DOOR: "With the more difficult, smaller doors and an excess of brute force, he'll discover a pair of walkie talkies (lacking in batteries), a survival knife and a box of matches. Try not to kill someone too quickly. There also appears to be flavor packets for the "space goo". They come in roast beef, cherry and birthday cake. Enjoy...?"

The knife he takes, it disappears into his clothing immediately. The rest he pokes at lazily, although he does declare: ]

Birthday cake. Sounds delicious.

[ He going to hoard them. But you can have the rest. ]

[ There had been a few people, peering curiously into the depths of the lift shaft. Discussing civilly what the best plan of action was for its exploration. This... interested him very little. ]

Let's see, hmm?

[ And he simply steps off into the dark and falls. He falls for a long time with no sign of a bottom, he counts his heartbeats calmly to keep track of the seconds, and he knows well enough that it's been much too long, that if he were to hit the bottom now the impact would shatter his legs. But he hasn't made impact yet, so he twists and slaps out a hand to grab at a dangling cable. His body slamming into the shaft isn't even audible to those above. His shoulder popping out of place is extremely audible to him, however. It dangles uselessly at his side as he hangs on to the cable with the remaining limb.

How... irritating. He gets his feet onto the cable as well and begins the boring process of working his way back up. Lacking either hand, he has no real way to manipulate his comm and let them know he's coming. Maybe they'll just assume he's dead, it doesn't matter...

When he finally drags himself back out of the shaft, his first action is to sickeningly snap his arm back into place. He doesn't flinch, and indeed just smiles. What... a fucking creep. ]

We'll need to plan more carefully, to reach the bottom. What do you think they've quarantined away down there?