Maybe a little surprised, in the technical sense, but certainly not startled or overly confused. He wakes up; he's positively warm, in comparison, and is in no particular state of torture or ill health, so he's seeing very little reason for dismay here. Except the hole. And the whispers. And, after he takes a quick glance in, the teeth.]
The town wants to eat us, [he murmurs, before slooowly stepping back.] All right, then.
[If the hole was not actively calling him, he might have gone for it much faster. As it is, Beckett is saved by his own damn stubborn refusal to do as he's told. Instead he starts a circuit of the room, hand to the wall, tapping for textures and and listening for echoes.]
II. The Worst Friendpire (OTA)
[But there is another concern, and that is that he's not alone. The room is practically crowded with half the town. Among them, several faces he doesn't want to be seeing just now.
Angel. Enoch. Brian. Rhys, apparently. Everyone he's wandered away from without as much as a word, for reasons he is certainly not expressing in public. This is... bad. The only help is the aforementioned crowdedness. He can try to stay out of sight.
This means finding corners where people may be clustering and dodging into them. Quite definitely invading personal spaces. That's fine. As long as he can hush anyone he runs into with a meaningful look before they can call him out.]
III. ... whoops (closed to Quark!)
[He's not jumping. He's not. He's not following the bloody compulsion. The teeth clicking in his head. The way his curiosity, his determination are tainted by this feeling of being pulled on by a predator.
He's not jumping, but he's skirting the edge. It's not a damn compromise. It's just Beckett doing what he does. What he's done so many times before.
He looks in, wishing the thing had eyes he could look into and defy. The attraction of the deep darkness is mad. It calls to everything in him. But he remembers Kaymakli, and he does not jump.]
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[At this point, Beckett isn't even surprised.
Maybe a little surprised, in the technical sense, but certainly not startled or overly confused. He wakes up; he's positively warm, in comparison, and is in no particular state of torture or ill health, so he's seeing very little reason for dismay here. Except the hole. And the whispers. And, after he takes a quick glance in, the teeth.]
The town wants to eat us, [he murmurs, before slooowly stepping back.] All right, then.
[If the hole was not actively calling him, he might have gone for it much faster. As it is, Beckett is saved by his own damn stubborn refusal to do as he's told. Instead he starts a circuit of the room, hand to the wall, tapping for textures and and listening for echoes.]
II. The Worst Friendpire (OTA)
[But there is another concern, and that is that he's not alone. The room is practically crowded with half the town. Among them, several faces he doesn't want to be seeing just now.
Angel. Enoch. Brian. Rhys, apparently. Everyone he's wandered away from without as much as a word, for reasons he is certainly not expressing in public. This is... bad. The only help is the aforementioned crowdedness. He can try to stay out of sight.
This means finding corners where people may be clustering and dodging into them. Quite definitely invading personal spaces. That's fine. As long as he can hush anyone he runs into with a meaningful look before they can call him out.]
III. ... whoops (closed to Quark!)
[He's not jumping. He's not. He's not following the bloody compulsion. The teeth clicking in his head. The way his curiosity, his determination are tainted by this feeling of being pulled on by a predator.
He's not jumping, but he's skirting the edge. It's not a damn compromise. It's just Beckett doing what he does. What he's done so many times before.
He looks in, wishing the thing had eyes he could look into and defy. The attraction of the deep darkness is mad. It calls to everything in him. But he remembers Kaymakli, and he does not jump.]