[Believe it or not, Solo did make a conscious effort to be aware, if unable to be in control, of where he was going to wake up. There were a handful of times this had not worked out in his favor, but only just. This was not the worst awakening, by far. But it was one of the most jarring.

He couldn't remember where he'd been before, what he'd been drugged with to get here, or... much of anything. He knew enough to know that was not normal, and the overly warm smiles did nothing to settle the churning in his stomach. This shouldn't be normal. The “just another day in the office” feeling only served to unnerve.

At least his ID gave him a name. Saying it to himself made it familiar and accepted, and while Napoleon seemed less common, Solo felt natural. Solo it is.

Until he remembers a little bit more, more than how to smile just right to set anyone at ease, more than how easy it is to just play along and keep his thoughts to himself, how to ask questions without really asking them... well, he decides to make himself at home in the charming little place they've provided for him.

He even throws a house party to get to know the neighbors and see if anything can jar his brain out of the fog.

Come on by and say hi, bring a dish, preferably a bottle of wine, and meet the New Guy.]

[Honestly, does he really look like an outdoorsman to you? The answer is no. He'd like to keep that impression so when he finally does go exploring, no one will be the wiser, thank you.]

[Was there really a better way to network and glean information than soccer moms on ridiculous diets surrounded by sugar? Well, there were probably safer ways, but he didn't have that kind of time. And he was hardly going to pass up the opportunity to maybe show off just a teensy bit.

Solo has a table of his own, with a small assortment of cupcakes and a French press or two of complementing coffee just in case one would rather indulge on the spot instead of taking their treats home and risking thievery, of a sorts.

He's maybe overdressed in his three-piece suit, but he's abandoned the jacket to a chair for now, and might even be caught browsing the competition variety of other wares for sale. No, he did not steal that vegan, gluten-free, sugar-free, hope-and-joy-free cookie, but if he did, he should be given an award for sparing someone that kind of misery.]