[action/ the Shelter | video]
[Waking up splayed on his back with not a horse leaning over him but instead a bundle of text rolling past his eyes he sits up abruptly and scrambles back against the nearest wall. Slapping his hand against his cheek.] Whoa, whoa-- whoa! Nonononono...
This is not good. Not good at all. [Prying the device off his ear, he fumbles with it in a bit of a panic-- jabbing the buttons and unwittingly hitting record.] Prison? -- What is this even-- oh what did it just say? Forever? Under the water. Eugh, I think I just got sea-sick.
[Looking around, slooowly standing up. And dusting himself off. Not panicking, nope. Just leaning against this wall for a while, heheh. Learning how to breathe again--ohgodprissssson.]