[ He's honestly not sure how he got led in here; through some nefarious means, no doubt, because Nate - while genuinely helpful in dire situations - is the polar opposite of technologically savvy. One might even hazard to say that he is critically, mortally allergic to tech advances beyond his ken, which is pretty much anything that came after the iPhone 6.

New Amsterdam had its distinct benefits, enabling him to better understand the kind of world-specific means of searching for data, contacting others, and mapping out areas with ease, but this is a ball game in a different county.

Which is why he looks more than slightly out of his element, a hint of desperation at the edge of his voice. ]

...uh. I don't really- look, this isn't my forte, I'm sorry, I'm here by mistake-

[ It's like the cenotes in the Yucatan.

Dripping and dark, some subterranean chamber with the crisp, sharp scent of mineral water or something else. Not chemical, but pure and sharp. It feels natural to crouch and skim his fingertips over the edge where it meets the shore, the perfect temperature of the deep, deep underground. This place is old. Ancient.

The surface is still until it isn't, a thick shift of movement beneath the tension and it breaks as something emerges and rifles through his insides with the barest contact.

Just as quickly it leaves and Nate feels hollowed out again, turning to see- someone. Slowly, he processes that acknowledging their presence is better than standing there like an idiot and he offers a quiet, slightly confused: ]

You think that thing has any cool stories?

[ ...which is about as a good an introduction as you'll get. ]

◆ Starspire root retrieval: he's itching to get out and about and may be lingering over his plant just to draw it in his sketchbook. Hold on, he'll be a minute. Or two.
◆ Theatre: refusing all attempts to be recruited into the next ironic production of The Tempest, not that he'd know it, but hey! He can do magic instead! Check THIS out! (Or something like it.)
◆ Sanitation: physical labor? Check. A little grime? Also check. Catch him looking oddly satisfied despite the dirt, helping to heft another huge piece of...something or other.
◆ Other: hmu on plurk if none of these strike your fancy! We can come up with something.