infirmary — [ the first order of business is to get out of this stuffy outfit. it had served its purpose at the time, but the novelty of being in such fine threads has quickly worn off, leaving iris to feel mildly suffocated — something he's quickly learning does not mix well with the feeling of existential horror beginning to settle in the pit of his stomach thanks to the dawning realization of his choices and where it's currently landed him.

in any case, it doesn't feel all that appropriate now that he isn't in some fancy mansion. not that he's sure what appropriate is on a space station, but he's willing to bet they'll probably be okay with jeans. the voice in his head (that's definitely going to take some getting used to, oof) mentioned something about supplies in a supply drop room, which he's going to hope also means extra clothes, but for now he's going to make a quick detour to the infirmary just in case none of those clothes do well enough to cover him up like he needs. ]

Hel-loooo?

[ he waits until no response greets him, then with a smile he dashes in to begin rummaging through drawers and cabinets like a snappily-dressed raccoon with a time crunch. he's got no way of knowing if the infirmary usually carries personnel, and frankly he isn't eager to find out. bandages, bandages, bandages... an infirmary's gotta be full of those, right? ]

laboratory — [ next order of business is to finally rid himself of the collar and bracelet. iris had never been much of a jewelry person, and being outfitted with some against his will has definitely soured him on any future purchases. this time, when he calls out in greeting, it doesn't matter if silence greets him back. if it's occupied, he'll flash an easy smile (which he hopes translates into a confidence he doesn't posses that he knows what he's doing there) before sidling up to a table or toolbox or drawer and start... rifling around to look for something. anything. a handtorch maybe?? (help.)

if it's unoccupied at the time of his arrival, anyone wandering in after will likely find iris bent awkwardly over a table mirror, attempting to jab at the collar around his neck with a screwdriver. help. ]

supply drop — [ the last order of business? making sure he's properly equipped. he's still not entirely sure what's expected of him in these missions, but he figures he's better off being safe than sorry, which means he's going to want to stock up on his weapons.

but you won't find him in the armory for that. nope, instead he'll be knee-deep in the supplies at the platform. he's already got a couple of items in his hands: a box of unsharpened pencils, a sharpie, a ballpoint pen. he'll perk up when he spots something by your foot, calling out to get your attention. ]

Oh — hey, are you gonna want those crayons?

[ look, beggars can't be choosers. ]

winging it — [ so. wow. they really just let anybody in here huh. iris knows he has to focus (it may just be a training simulation, but what's the point in doing one if you aren't going to treat it like it's real?) but he's honestly just so caught up in all the everything that he hasn't done anything but gawk at everything around him since he stepped foot into the simulation room twenty minutes ago. it was downtown seattle all over again, only this time there isn't the nagging anxiety in the back of his mind of being hunted so, naturally, he's gotten caught up in savoring it all.

eventually he finds himself wandering over to the bar, where the smiling bartender offers him a drink.

cut to ten minutes later and there is a mild kerfuffle near the tables as iris (now sporting grey, feathered wings coming out of his back) tries to navigate through a crowd with the new additions, but all he really manages to do is keep cuffing people with the things. ]

Sorry, sorry! I don't know how to control them—!

about face — [ where the hell is that orb? iris isn't a quitter, but he's getting pretty close to turning around and walking right out of this simulation. the wings were one thing, but another drink later he now finds himself in an entirely new body. as if that isn't bad enough, someone is in his!

he's decided to stick by the other orber, because simulation though this may be, he's not about to let them — himself? — out of his sight. what if they do something embarrassing, and another orber sees? talk about a bad first impression! ]

Can you maybe, like... not do that with your face? My face? It's really unsettling.

un: iris — hi
is there a [ INSERT NAME OF YOUR CHAR OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW OR SOMEONE YOU DON'T KNOW ] here?
i wanted to say sorry, i think i accidentally ate your food... i didn't see the name on the tub till after!
i'll make it again for you! however you like!

except uh i'm not really sure what it was that i actually ate
it was delicious though?

( choose your own adventure! )