[ Waking up somewhere he doesn't recognise with hazy at best memories isn't really new for Arthur, though it usually comes with a banging headache and a desire to pour all the tea he can down his throat. Of course, he doesn't know that yet. He doesn't know much at all actually, and it's extremely jarring.
He answers the questions the nurses have as best he can, a little short maybe - it is all very frustrating. His age is something the staff look uneasy about, because he's pretty sure he's well over a thousand years old. It's all... overwhelming. And Arthur - his name, one of the few things he's sure of - just wants to get out of here.
So once the nurses have left he's looking for a way out of the hospital in as modest a way a man with his arse hanging out can. He'll stop any other patient or visitor he comes across. ]
Excuse me - you don't happen to know the way out of here, do you? I feel like I need to be somewhere else. ...Probably.
b. outside the sheriff's office
[ After a short mildly embarrassing trip to the sheriff's office, Arthur quickly shoves his clothes on, then goes outside to take a closer look at his other items. Most are things expected - his ID tells him his name is Arthur and born in England, which are some of the few things he remembers. He has a phone, full of apps and pictures he doesn't recognise, some pound notes and coins. But there's also something rather confusing.
It's... a stick. Or a twig. A fancy one, but nothing that stands out. He stares at it, rather hoping something else will come to him, and when nothing does, he sighs and discards it, tossing it to the nearest rubbish bin. This must have been given to him by mistake.
There's a small flash, and the bin promptly turns into a rabbit, the stick lying next to it. Arthur pauses, staring at the place the bin had just been. ]
Oh.
c. glug glugs
[ He's not sure why, but a drink sounds great right now. He can be found all over Glug Glugs, but he spends most of his time downstairs at the bar.
And some of that time is admittedly spent arguing with the bartender when she asks for dollars and refuses to accept his ten pound note. ] Well, you - you'll have to help me out here, because sterling is the only currency have!
[ The bartender looks annoyed. Help a guy out so he can get his well needed beer? Or drag him away, either works. ]
arthur kirkland/england | 1st - 2nd | around town | open
[ Waking up somewhere he doesn't recognise with hazy at best memories isn't really new for Arthur, though it usually comes with a banging headache and a desire to pour all the tea he can down his throat. Of course, he doesn't know that yet. He doesn't know much at all actually, and it's extremely jarring.
He answers the questions the nurses have as best he can, a little short maybe - it is all very frustrating. His age is something the staff look uneasy about, because he's pretty sure he's well over a thousand years old. It's all... overwhelming. And Arthur - his name, one of the few things he's sure of - just wants to get out of here.
So once the nurses have left he's looking for a way out of the hospital in as modest a way a man with his arse hanging out can. He'll stop any other patient or visitor he comes across. ]
Excuse me - you don't happen to know the way out of here, do you? I feel like I need to be somewhere else. ...Probably.
b. outside the sheriff's office
[ After a short mildly embarrassing trip to the sheriff's office, Arthur quickly shoves his clothes on, then goes outside to take a closer look at his other items. Most are things expected - his ID tells him his name is Arthur and born in England, which are some of the few things he remembers. He has a phone, full of apps and pictures he doesn't recognise, some pound notes and coins. But there's also something rather confusing.
It's... a stick. Or a twig. A fancy one, but nothing that stands out. He stares at it, rather hoping something else will come to him, and when nothing does, he sighs and discards it, tossing it to the nearest rubbish bin. This must have been given to him by mistake.
There's a small flash, and the bin promptly turns into a rabbit, the stick lying next to it. Arthur pauses, staring at the place the bin had just been. ]
Oh.
c. glug glugs
[ He's not sure why, but a drink sounds great right now. He can be found all over Glug Glugs, but he spends most of his time downstairs at the bar.
And some of that time is admittedly spent arguing with the bartender when she asks for dollars and refuses to accept his ten pound note. ] Well, you - you'll have to help me out here, because sterling is the only currency have!
[ The bartender looks annoyed. Help a guy out so he can get his well needed beer? Or drag him away, either works. ]