[ Jake wakes up slow, almost immediately wincing from the brightness of the decor. White wasn't really a color Jake would describe as loud, but get enough of it together and it could raise a real din. Over a month spent in the dark reaches of space probably didn't help, either. ]

What deadworld is this supposed to be, anyway? [ Jake mumbles, sitting up and hopping off the bed to do a cursory sniff of the place. He was definitely dead, no two ways about that, but the rest of this place confuses him. Shouldn't he be talking to Death right now or something? Was there an orientation he'd overslept through? Also, why the heck was he still hungry? ] Swear to glob, if starving to death means you get cursed with some sorta eternal tummy ache, me and the head honcho are gonna have words.

[ Running commentary aside, his nose wasn't giving him much information. Jake sniffs under the bed, around the sheets, over to the second bed with the second person sleeping in it-- ]

Aw, dip. [ Jake blinks curiously at the newly-noticed stranger. ] Company.

[ Jake walks over on all fours, hopping up onto the bed to get a better look fellow recently deceased. Upon waking, this stranger will be met with the face of a jowly yellow dog laying down across their chest and looking at them with what could only be described as curiosity. ]

Rise and shine, sleepyhead. [ The dog speaks; sounding both unerringly chill and also decidedly like an adult man. Up to you which is weirder about that. ] Welcome to death.

[ It would take a few more repetitions for him to retain everything that Vivica chick shared with them, but Jake was at least confident death was off the table. That new lease on life cast plenty of things in a fresh light for Jake. One, his extremely empty gut wasn't an eternal curse. And two, the scent of his little brother clinging all over the station wasn't a hallucination after all.

He hasn't seen the kid in five weeks. Obviously, Jake was anxious to get searching and get this tearful reunion a-brewin', but here's the thing. Everybody gotta eat, right? Maybe he could knock out two birds with one stone on this one. Trotting off down the hall, nose pressed to the floor, Jake sets off to follow the twin scents of gross teenage boy and delicious space food. ]

a; the kitchen
[ The heart wants what the heart wants, and the nose was definitely subordinate to its heart-boss. Now normally, Jake would prefer to cook his raw ingredients into something greater than the sum of their parts. But man, five weeks of rationing cocktail weenies could make just about any gourmand rediscover the simple pleasures of sticking your face into a vat of pickles and inhaling.

Visitors to the kitchen pantry will probably see the trail of half-eaten pantry staples and spilled food before they see the little yellow dog at the center of it, doggedly chewing open a burlap sack of raw potatoes. ]

b; the armory
[ Stomach now temporarily sated, Jake's journey down the Finn-stink trail continues. His nose leads him next to what appeared to be some sort of... training area? Weapons of every type imaginable lined the walls and Jake finds himself pulling a face as he stood up on two legs to get a better look.

What were they supposed to use all these for, exactly?

Ears perking up upon sensing another person, Jake turns towards them with a wag of the tail. ]

Oh! Hey, buddy, you got a sec? [ He takes a few steps closer, paw raised in greeting. ] I'm looking for someone. Maybe you know 'em?

[ Jake's upheld paw suddenly isn't a paw at all, stretching itself into a... rectangle. A rectangle with two bear-ear shaped nubs on top. ]

I'm looking for a kid that looks like this. [ He nods again to the nubbed rectangle. ] Name's Finn. Kinda loud. Wears a dumb hat. Ringing any bells?

[ The Finn-Shape stretches again, forming a little bell at the end of his arm. Jake shakes it around a little for emphasis but, being made of dog-flesh, it doesn't make much of a sound. ]

c; the sunlight room (closed to finn)
[ Whether it's his nose or directions that lead him here, Jake can tell the moment he sets off toward the sunlight room that he's on the right track. He can feel himself speeding up subconsciously, jogging down the halls past crew members and looking for all the world like somebody's lost dog.

Which... was true, kinda.

Even the promise of his brother isn't quite enough to keep Jake from losing focus just one more time. Walking into the fabricated oasis, Jake finds himself struck still. The sunlight room was beautiful; all white sloping hills and picturesque lakes and soft glowing suns. Maybe it wasn't the real thing, but up to a few hours ago Jake was sure he'd never see anything close to beauty ever again. Who says an echo of something perfect couldn't be perfect too, in its own way?

Nature wasn't the only thing the dog missed, though. Refocusing, Jake sets off running down the hill, voice raised loud enough to shatter the tranquil calm imbued into the space. He was gonna be that guy today, oh well.]

Finn? [ He shouts, stretching his neck to look around while he trotting ahead. There was something almost nostalgic about this, if you stripped away all the space weirdness and mystery. Jake spent most of his life shouting that kid's name exactly like this. ] Fiii-iiiin!

[ As far as weird rooms Jake's walked into in his life, this one was definitely deserves a mid-to-high rank in his Top Ten Chill Hangs list. The music was pumping and some goofy dude was offering him a drink while making ominous promises about effects he might experience? Jake's never consented to anything so fast in his life.]

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Yo! Yo, you!

[From the other end of the bar, a dog is waving. He's picked this particular person out for a reason; they, like him, still had their blue-juice in front of them untouched. Based on the diverse colors and spare-limbs around them, Jake has a pretty good idea what the drink was gonna do. Still, even when it comes to body-altering space booze, it always felt like a waste to drink alone.

... Additionally, Jake's was pretty sure the unique properties of his body meant this 'experience' was about to be a dud for him. Getting to watch a non-stretchy entity experience the horrifying joy of a second pair of legs for the first time, well, you gotta find your pleasures where you can!

He waves again to his prospective drinking buddy/guinea pig, beckoning them over to the stool beside him. ]

Don't be shy, pal. Got a toast cooking over here, I needs an audience!