Nah, these sweepstake things are legit. Went on one with my family as a kid, pops. Businesses are stupid - they just give away free shit.
Eh. I mean, if it matters, San Diego. Was told that snowboarding is almost as good as surfing by a mate. Wanted to try it before I died, so why not, right? Free is free.
Never been out in the forrests here, but I need to. Always thought I would bum it out in the woods once I was out, but with all the shit, don't think it'll happen any time soon.
[After a moment of thinking, Inteus pulls out his wallet from a jean pocket and opens it. It's empty.] ...oh. That... okay, that's not right. Yeah, all my cash is gone.
Right. Okay. Think I've got some thoughts sorted. By which I mean, in the usual mishmash they happen in my mind, just with less of a hangover. So I had service last night, right? Phoned home after I came from the airport bar. Now, look at it. No bars whatsoever. Er, the cellular kind. And someone took my car keys and money. So I'm not sayin' anything, but this is like, a really shitty kidnapping plot, right?
Elevator doesn't work, we're in a basement, and anything that could possibly be used to get to civilisation is gone. I've worked around shitty construction plans all my life, but rarely do people forget stairs. That is a fire hazard and the last thing you want when you're throwing together suburbia is the fire marshal.
N-not to worry... well, actually, worrying is an entirely understandable response. Regardless, let's at least try to stay calm on the surface about whatever's going on. You're right, this isn't normal.
[He puts his empty wallet back into his pocket.]
But it seems odd for everything to be laid out like this... what could they want from us?
[Seeing the newcomers, the man waves at them. He's looking unsettled.]