(Preshow) Preshow Facility

[Dust]

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He appeared in the hallway, still with a dumb look on his face, confusion left it a blank slate and his still wet bangs hung loosely in his face. He was in the middle of opening his mouth to ask what was going on, only to be teleported through space, and potentially time, to a hallway. A hallway that was both grand and bland at the same time. His hand had been coming up, to raise as a polite kind of interruption, so now he looked like a model for either art or for male's swimsuit about to question where the bathroom was. Confused, he closed his mouth with a soft snap of teeth touching teeth, and then straightened out his perfect posture, leaving his defined arms to hang at his sides. He was effectively in just swim trunks. They were black, tight, and had a colorful maroon abstract design on either side; They hung carefully at his hips, the draw string not tied. Without anyone to ask his questions, nor the need to anymore, he pushed his hands into his mesh pockets and stood there for a long moment before going to explore, his bare feet now touching the cool interior of a building verses the hot roads of Costa del Sol.

A mere few moment later, his nose caught wind of something delicious and seeing how he went straight from the beach to the sign-up table he couldn't find a reason not to follow his nose. Walking through the door which had the strongest scent of cuisine, he found himself in what could be simple considered a food court. A variety of places and things were all around him, and he wondered if this was a mini gate, like the ones that cross worlds in the Omniverse. He let his feet slap against the bare floor and closed the door behind him before seeking out the food that smelt so good. While he realized he was thinking about what the food would taste like, surely his taste buds were in for a treat of treats, he also was reminiscing about home. Before his transformation he had a favorite kind of food, but he could no longer remember what it was, so now it felt like he was about to explore a new aspect of life once more. Hokori hoped he would enjoy something, or else he might wish to return to such a sad life..

He surveyed the place a moment, then stocked up on all kinds of meat. From cooked fish to fake fish, to raw fish, to squid, and even shark. From beef, to chicken, to pork. If it had a scarp of vegetable to it, he didn't care, he snatched it up all the same. He had in his possession a pile of plates and food that rivaled most professional eating contests participants. He gathered as much protein as he thought his belly would hold, and then more. When he finally was questioning his serving sizes, he moved over to the common area and sat his trey down on the table. His mouth watered, and he settled into his place before separating the plates of food so that he could see everything as it was made to be viewed, if only a little crushed by the weight of anything he'd set on top of it. He realized shortly that he needed a drink, or five, and gathered a cup and a pitcher of ice water. Once he returned, the half naked man began.

He was using chopsticks, provided by the same place he'd gotten a good portion of his food, and was very skilled in using them in his right hand. He lifted a plate and brought his utensils in, grasping it carefully and taking a nibbled of the chicken chucks covered in a 'coconut' sauce. He liked it, and let out a loud noise of approval to anyone who was setting nearby before stuffing four of them into his wide mouth and chewing hungrily. What a treat this was indeed, if this is the only satisfaction he received from joining whatever this event was, he could loose happily. At that moment, he caught the glimpse of other people near him, some were eating, some were drinking. He watched curiously as he continued conquering the cuisine before him.