[ This would not be the first time that Nathan Drake has woken up in strange and unsavory circumstances. It wouldn't even be the tenth, if he was really being honest with himself, but the egg came as a surprise. One minute he's listing into an alcohol-induced sleep on a planet that doesn't feel like it's really his anymore, with few people left to make it worthwhile, and the next he's sucking in a mouthful of blue raspberry-colored slime before he can even manage to fill his lungs with much needed oxygen.

The welcome wagon was less friendly than he'd hoped, too, and any and all attempts at informing them that no, really, it's cool, he’s done this before and can you put down the spear fell upon deaf ears.

It's fine. He's been in prison before and this is no different except for everything about it. There’s little indication of release on the first day and the forced incarceration has him probing at fellow "inmates" in the holding area, or helpfully passing a mostly-dry towel to the person next to him. ]

You know, I was in a Turkish prison one time for about three months? They made us all share the same bucket. This is like the Ritz by comparison.

[ A little unanticipated doctor visit that garnered some questioning looks, a fashionable new (old) set of clothes, and he feels a lot more himself - if not completely back to normal. At this point Nate would be shocked if anything turned out to be as simple as dying. When you've been given this many chances it's hard not to think the universe has something out for you, and his erstwhile interrogators seemed fairly alarmed at his blasé approach to the whole thing. Turns out "oh, no, this is my third time being world-napped" is a controversial statement.

He stops being so careless with his statements after that. It's difficult enough adjusting without a friendly face in sight, more so with the prospect of (frankly) unappetizing food on the table, which is about as lackluster a meal as anyone can get. In the mess hall he poses deep philosophical questions- ]

So...do I wanna know what's in this?

[ -and grabs a cup of the worst coffee he's ever tried in his life, which is really saying something, because, prison. ]

Oh, God. Juan Valdez is rolling in his grave.

[ The rest of the Adamant's base camp he actually enjoys exploring, wandering through various areas aimlessly before realizing the side-eye he's earning is a little much, and subsequent efforts to make himself useful seem to garner more goodwill. In the armory he can be found loudly declaring "holy crap, this thing is insane" at one of the rail guns, earning the squint of the security officers present, and his meandering eventually takes him to the memorial wall, which is - unfortunately - a lot bigger than anyone here probably wants it to be. ]

...Jesus. Out of the frying pan.

1. Nathan Drake
2. Originally? Earth
3. There's a kind of salty sharp smell to the ocean when it cuts through the muggy heat of a jungle. Everything is rich and dark. It's hard to describe but it just feels old.
4. Maybe a lemur? This is a pretty difficult question.
5. 39 when I left Earth. Couple years "abroad" so 41 now.
6. It had its moments.

Anybody else been around the multiverse block before?

[Feel free to hmu on plurk at uncalendula or discord at uncalendula#5439 if you want to plot anything else out and none of these prompts strike your fancy! I'm easy. :)]