Alyssa + Strange
Tomorrow, yes, perhaps - he could handle twenty-four hours of fuckery. Stephen hadn't certainly faced worse (he had a feeling they all had). "Or whatever our normal is around here," he smirked wryly - it had only been a few weeks and he was still adjusting, as he imagined the rest of them were. It was clear as crystal that they weren't going home unless something shifted off course - but what exactly, that happened to be the part that wasn't clear.
Survive off of feast food, delivered parcels, their paltry garden, fish from the streams. Wash clothes, make repairs, rinse, repeat. Slowly, they were all adjusting and building a community - it just took time. Things like this threw a monkey wrench into that.
"I think the merpeople might be a good start," he mused. "They see a lot. They were watching us for awhile, after all. I spoke to one named Toriel and went underwater with her - she might be a good resource."