[The first thing he does is try and find information. Breaking open office drawers, trying to find a computer someone left unattended and... searching for a calendar on the wall to get the current year.
Flynn can only surmise that something went wrong during a jump and he's suffering from short-term amnesia. It's the most logical explanation but it also means he can trust absolutely no one until he figures out why he came here. He's calm and professional while he quietly makes his way through the building but a slight frown hints at his frustration.
However, that falls off when he spots his fellow arrival. There's an amiable if slightly unsettling smile when he approaches them.]
Greetings. Do you work here?
ii. sticks and stones
So do you think they had a vote on the name? ADI? Disruption, that's kind of lowballing, don't you think? I mean, should we be worried that Prevention didn't make the cut? It just doesn't inspire confidence, you know?
[So. Mission time! If you're lucky enough to be paired with this guy, you might eventually get so see a side of him that isn't really obvious on first glance. Despite looking like a 6'4'' Eastern European contracted killer (which he is, minus the contracted maybe), there's another part that comes out once the boredom hits.
Commentary.
Lots and lots of commentary.]
I'm just not too sure if playing park ranger is the kind of proactive move you should make if the fate of the world seems to be at stake...
iii. i will survive
[Finally. Flynn grunts his approval when he sees all the weapons lined up and quickly makes his way over to the firearms. Except they stop him right there and for some reason want proof that he can do the bare minimum before allowing him access. Ugh. Of all the times to be a bureaucratic hardass about these things...
At first he feels like arguing. Like, did you want him to actually help with your things that go bump in the night or not? But playing nice is probably his best bet until he learns more about this place. And if what they have told him is actually true.]
You!
[When he sees someone else working their way through the arsenal, there's an impatient wave before he helps himself to a taser and a knife.]
Come here. I want to level up to the good stuff.
iv. shifting perspectives
[Flynn knows nothing about monsters or the supernatural. However, the time traveling he's been doing isn't that far removed from impossible concepts coming to life so it doesn't take him long to adapt to this new reality.
So there's monsters now. Big deal. As long as he can shoot them he thinks he can handle himself.
His face is impassive when he watches the wailing woman in the kayak, especially once he gets close enough to spot the strange wrongness about her features. But he knows there are far too many goody two shoes in this place and he quickly looks around if anyone makes a move towards the woman. If so, he will attempt to grab their arm and yank them back.]
Easy there, tiger. If that isn't a strange noise and sight, I don't know what is. Let's try something first.
[And, seemingly oblivious to what an asshole move that is, he starts picking up stones and throwing them at the wailing woman in the sand.]
Garcia Flynn | Timeless
[The first thing he does is try and find information. Breaking open office drawers, trying to find a computer someone left unattended and... searching for a calendar on the wall to get the current year.
Flynn can only surmise that something went wrong during a jump and he's suffering from short-term amnesia. It's the most logical explanation but it also means he can trust absolutely no one until he figures out why he came here. He's calm and professional while he quietly makes his way through the building but a slight frown hints at his frustration.
However, that falls off when he spots his fellow arrival. There's an amiable if slightly unsettling smile when he approaches them.]
Greetings. Do you work here?
ii. sticks and stones
So do you think they had a vote on the name? ADI? Disruption, that's kind of lowballing, don't you think? I mean, should we be worried that Prevention didn't make the cut? It just doesn't inspire confidence, you know?
[So. Mission time! If you're lucky enough to be paired with this guy, you might eventually get so see a side of him that isn't really obvious on first glance. Despite looking like a 6'4'' Eastern European contracted killer (which he is, minus the contracted maybe), there's another part that comes out once the boredom hits.
Commentary.
Lots and lots of commentary.]
I'm just not too sure if playing park ranger is the kind of proactive move you should make if the fate of the world seems to be at stake...
iii. i will survive
[Finally. Flynn grunts his approval when he sees all the weapons lined up and quickly makes his way over to the firearms. Except they stop him right there and for some reason want proof that he can do the bare minimum before allowing him access. Ugh. Of all the times to be a bureaucratic hardass about these things...
At first he feels like arguing. Like, did you want him to actually help with your things that go bump in the night or not? But playing nice is probably his best bet until he learns more about this place. And if what they have told him is actually true.]
You!
[When he sees someone else working their way through the arsenal, there's an impatient wave before he helps himself to a taser and a knife.]
Come here. I want to level up to the good stuff.
iv. shifting perspectives
[Flynn knows nothing about monsters or the supernatural. However, the time traveling he's been doing isn't that far removed from impossible concepts coming to life so it doesn't take him long to adapt to this new reality.
So there's monsters now. Big deal. As long as he can shoot them he thinks he can handle himself.
His face is impassive when he watches the wailing woman in the kayak, especially once he gets close enough to spot the strange wrongness about her features. But he knows there are far too many goody two shoes in this place and he quickly looks around if anyone makes a move towards the woman. If so, he will attempt to grab their arm and yank them back.]
Easy there, tiger. If that isn't a strange noise and sight, I don't know what is. Let's try something first.
[And, seemingly oblivious to what an asshole move that is, he starts picking up stones and throwing them at the wailing woman in the sand.]