Once he has his device in hand-- well, in a pillowcase turned into a satchel, since his clothes don't have pockets, and his usual means for carrying things doesn't work in these small spaces-- and his room marked down for later (hopefully a bigger one he can shift in, but he's not going to hold his breath for that), Stone at least attempts to explore. He pokes his nose into various rooms, whether they are occupied or not or private spaces or not, ambles along the hallways, collects handfuls of the available snack foods to taste, and follows various scents to places like the gardens and the labs, though the latter won't let him in until the next day, oops.
He's also ready with questions for anyone else who got dumped into this mess. "So where are you from?" he usually starts off with.
II.
Stone has discovered his new favorite thing: donuts. Donuts are amazing. The frosting is better than honey, and the little sprinkles are so confounding but he has to pick up every single one with a finger when they fall off the donut, and eat each one. "What the shit are these things?" he demands of anyone who comes into the kitchen. "And how do I get more of them?"
OTA
Once he has his device in hand-- well, in a pillowcase turned into a satchel, since his clothes don't have pockets, and his usual means for carrying things doesn't work in these small spaces-- and his room marked down for later (hopefully a bigger one he can shift in, but he's not going to hold his breath for that), Stone at least attempts to explore. He pokes his nose into various rooms, whether they are occupied or not or private spaces or not, ambles along the hallways, collects handfuls of the available snack foods to taste, and follows various scents to places like the gardens and the labs, though the latter won't let him in until the next day, oops.
He's also ready with questions for anyone else who got dumped into this mess. "So where are you from?" he usually starts off with.
II.
Stone has discovered his new favorite thing: donuts. Donuts are amazing. The frosting is better than honey, and the little sprinkles are so confounding but he has to pick up every single one with a finger when they fall off the donut, and eat each one. "What the shit are these things?" he demands of anyone who comes into the kitchen. "And how do I get more of them?"