Notes of a Steward

[Video feed turns on to a lot of shakiness but settles after Cube is done fumbling with the device. A look of concern is across his face to match the stuttering in his voice]

H-Hello? I'm s-sorry for the intrusion but I'm afraid I don't know w-where I am. I'm not sure how I arrived here or-

[Suddenly the device drops and Cube is holding onto his face]

AH! T-That hurt!

[He bats into the air for a moment before covering his face again just as he falls backwards.]

Why are there fish?! Wh-What kind of fish are these?!

[A moment later he reaches for the device with a look of uncertainty.]

((ooc: Cube got caught in a group of piranha fish. He's like a new arrival... who is being slapped int he face with more conceptional fish! Enjoy!))

[Cube is smiling, weakly. His drawn eyebrows give way to his true feelings of concern.]

Ah, has anyone, by any chance, come across a basket with some medical supplies in them? There were quite a few other things in there... some photos and a pouch.

I'm missing it and I'd really like to have it back.

... [He looks away for a moment before turning back to the screen]

Thank you.

[Fell free to have taken/used/seen his little basket around the hospital. It had a little bit first aid supplies, an unlabeled pill bottle with pills inside, photos in shape of cards, a pouch with bullets, and a face towel]