[ Baixi knows instantly upon waking that he is not where he should be. After years of honing his senses and observational skills, he would be disappointed in himself if he didn't. Even before he opens his eyes, he can tell from the feel of the pillow on his face that this is not the bed he fell asleep in, can tell from the ambient air currents that this room is larger than the room he has been sharing with his teammates.

Slowly, and with an abundance of caution, he opens his eyes. Nothing happens, so he goes a step further and rolls from his side onto his back. Again, no actions taken against him. So he sits up. Then stands.

There are three other beds in the room, but he can see that the people in them are not Kenan or Kwang-Jo. He risks taking a step closer, to see who the person lying in the bed is... But doesn't anticipate that his approach may cause them to wake up. Instantly, he backs up, shifting his posture to aim for something casual.

(He was never any good at being casual.) ]

Um... Good morning. I don't... Do you know where we are?

After becoming aware of his earpiece and receiving the AI's briefing, Baixi decides to explore the rest of the station, under the guise of stretching his legs. He cuts an unassuming figure— just an overweight, pimply teenager. And that's the persona he will try to keep up around strangers. But if you happen to catch him alone, his behaviors will be markedly different.

• In the ARMORY, he can be found furiously working away at the terminal interface, creating weapon after weapon. Testing the limits of what this machine can produce.
  
  
• In the TRAINING ROOM, he practices martial arts, running through forms that are recognizable as a few different styles: kung fu, tai chi, krav maga, kickboxing.
  
  
• In the LAB, he can either be found poring over lines of code at a computer, fingers typing with the intense speed of a seasoned programmer; or he is digging through parts, looking for anything he can solder together into a working circuit board.

[ When the simulation first started up, Baixi tried politely turning down the robotic bartender's offer of a drink, explaining that he is underage, and will stick to cola. But the drink he is given doesn't seem to be alcoholic anyway. It tastes sweet, but not overly sweet like American colas. For some reason, the taste of it reminds him of when he first received news of his acceptance into the Academy of the Bat...

What he doesn't realize until the drink is all gone, is that it has turned his skin an inhuman shade of BLUE. This is... disturbing, to say the least. But Baixi has a mission to finish, so he doesn't let the change in hue disturb him.

What bothers him more than the blue skin, is the fact that he's been assigned the personal mission of... getting on stage in front of a crowd of strangers (the number of whom are simulated he does not know), and performing. But he's not about to back down from this task. What good would he be to this crew if he can't even complete a simulated mission?

So there he is, standing center stage, spotlight on him, microphone in hand. He takes a deep breath, clearly looking uncomfortable. But, backing track or no, he lifts the mic to his lips, and starts an awkward rendition of the first song that comes to his mind. He has no idea if the Mandarin lyrics are subject to the earpiece's automatic translation filter, but half the lyrics are in English anyway. ]

[ OOC: probably not apping, if that influences whether you tag ing or not. HMU @ millennialfalcon if you want to plot out an alternate starter. will match prose or brackets, whichever you prefer. ]